Okay; you guys wanted a chapter two, so here it is! :) This chapter was beta'd by Wepdiggy (who continues to be awesome) and It explores Chuck's POV. Sorry it isn't very long, but I didn't feel the need to make it more than three pages. :) I got the different POVs idea from rachelanne6791, who said that it would be cool to see the different POVs for each character. You can expect a Sarah POV and an Ellie POV in the next chapters, not sure which order they may come in though, I might wait to write Sarah's last ;).

Hope you enjoy, thanks for all the great reviews for the first chapter!

Oh, you also find out the name of their daughter, but I renamed the first chapter the daughter's name (I didn't give her a name in the first chapter because I didn't have one, hehe. It took me awhile to find name that I thought fit.)

Its been awhile since my wife left. I've been heartbroken ever since she chose the CIA over her family, who currently is me and our daughter Emily. Emily's been a trooper since the day ten years ago, when her mother came in from grocery shopping and announced that she was going back to the CIA. She had said it was to protect us, but I think that was just her excuse to get out of a life she didn't want anymore. A life of practically being normal.

That day was the worst one in all my life. I'll never forget that look on her face, the "agent" face. I had pleaded with her to stay, stating she couldn't leave Emily and me like this, especially Emily! She said she had to and had started for the door, we didn't realize until then that our five year old was watching our argument, hearing our shouts and pleads. She knew what was going on; my Emily was bright like that. She had known that her mom was leaving and had tried to stop her too. She had grabbed Sarah's legs, screaming "mommy don't leave me!!" I had burst into tears by then, heartbroken that this was happening to my family. Sarah had tried to get her off, but a desperate child is hard to overpower, because they squirm so much. I had watched Sarah lose all her composure and start crying saying "I love you, Emily, Mommy loves you so much!" She had to practical yell it to be heard over Emily's frantic sobs and she even screamed once when Sarah tried to get away. "Get her!" Sarah had yelled at me, tears on both of our faces. If Emily didn't calm down she was going to hurt herself physically, and she was hurt plenty already emotionally.

I went to Emily and muttered "it will okay" as soothingly as I could, while picking her up. Emily melted in my arms, sobbing viscously (or was that me?). Sarah simply said "I'm so sorry" and left, leaving everything behind. Our daughter, our wonderful life we made together, our normal lives, and me. Me, the stupid nerd who always knew deep down inside this wouldn't last. But she had left our daughter! That was the worst. How could she love us if she didn't stay?

Then it had hit me. I distinctly remember Sarah never saying that she loved me. Was it my fault? Did I not love her enough? Not give enough compliments or chocolates on mothers and Valentines Day? Was I source of the problem as usual?

And that's when I started blaming myself for this. She'd left because of me, because of stupid me. And now Emily was paying the horrible price for it!

Emily was the trooper of the family within the second week after Sarah's departure. I had called Ellie right after that and told her what had happened (well as best I could while sobbing the way Em and I both were). Without Ellie, that week would have been impossible. She just stayed at our house, cooking, bonding with Emily (who had seemed eager to bond with a different woman) and she only came in once while I was crying, to comfort me. She had asked why Sarah had left, and I'd simply told her I didn't know and I wasn't realty to talk about it. Truth was I didn't care; nothing was worth leaving the two people who loved you more than anything!

Ellie had eventually gone home once she had seen that Em and I could still function with Sarah gone. I learned how to cook almost everything Ellie could and I learned which colors went with what. I became a single dad. And I was told that I did it well.

Over time my little Em started to get more and more like Sarah every day s her features matured she looked (and acted) like Sarah more each day. She would make the same facial expressions, say something that Sarah would say exactly like Sarah would say it, huff the exact same why Sarah would when she was frustrated. I would laugh and tell her that she was so much like her. It was wonderful; she had the brains of me and the looks of Sarah. I'd have to beat the boys off. Em soon became the woman of the house, cooking and cleaning (and always remembering her school) and keeping everything in order. I didn't mind; it was stressful to work like I did and then come home having to cook and keep the house up, Em was so helpful.

I haven't really talked to Em about her mother's departure from the family. It's something I haven't been able to speak about since it happened. I still love Sarah. But that doesn't mean I'd take her back in a heartbeat. No, she was the instigator of enormous pain in this family; it would take a lot for me to trust her again.

I was certain Ellie had told Em all that she knew about Sarah and me. That was just Ellie and Em was an extremely curious girl. But I didn't mind; I just wished I could tell her about the adventures that Sarah and I had back before we were married. After that was when Sarah had "retired" and we started a life. A year later out came little Emily.

She was an accident but we didn't care. We had loved the girl when she was the size of a peanut.

"Are you ready to be a dad?" Sarah asked, her and Chuck's hands on her belly, where a little baby was growing. It amazed both of them how much they could love a life they had never met nor seen.

"Yeah, actually, I am." Chuck smiled. He felt such joy just from these simple moments. If someone had told him over two years ago that he'd be having a child with Sarah Walker, he wouldn't have believed them. But now, there were no guns, no spies, no FULCRUM agents and no lies. They told each other the complete truth now; Sarah was completely open with him.

"You're going to be awesome," Sarah stated and leaned her head back to kiss him.

"We both will," he whispered back. He knew she was insecure in her mothering skills, but Ellie had told them both it came naturally. "You may not feel like a mom right now, but as soon as the baby gets here something inside of you will just click." She had gushed over how wonderful it was that Ellie's own child would have a cousin. Chuck knew Sarah would be awesome at it. He kissed her again, still savoring the way she tasted.

"I'm so happy, Chuck." Sarah was practically glowing, and it made Chuck grin ever wider.

"Me too. I've honestly never been happier in my life." He squeezed her tighter, and pulled her closer to him.

"Nothing in the world could ever make me leave," Sarah said before kissing Chuck in a way that caused him to react in a way he was sure she wanted.

I frequently replayed that in my head. She had said nothing could make her leave. Nothing. That's what has me convinced Sarah just grew bored with our normal life. That hurt...a lot.

I'd never heard Emily cry or seen her really miss her mom. She'd sort of adopted Ellie as her mother. I was happy Em had developed that bond with Ellie; that way she wasn't just surrounded by me. I didn't think I was very good at the talks that a mother and daughter should share. Neither did Emily from what I could see.

Over time, it got easier to live without Sarah with me 24/7. It never hurt any less than it did the first day, but I had managed to make it pretty well. I still missed her; still wanted to wake up to her every morning; still wanted to come home and tell her about my day. But she'd torn us all apart. How could I trust someone who could do that to us? I didn't think I ever could.

I loved how Emily and I were so alike. She'd gotten my love for fantasy and sci-fi (which Morgan also loved) and my love for all things computers. It made connecting with her so much easier. She was an awesome person, the perfect balance between me and Sarah. I was happy that she had been an "accident", or else I wasn't sure that Sarah and I would have had a child during those six years.

I had loved my girls; still loved my girls. But the last thing I had expected was for my original girl to show up again.

Reviews are so welcome its not even funny ;) Did you guys like the angst in this chapter? Or was there not enough? I promise TONS of angst when it comes to Sarah's POV which should be around in the next few days :)

I'm starting to feel depressed :P