A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the super long delay. I went a month-long trip and I didn't bring my computer along with me.

This IS the longest chapter I have ever written yet, but it is not my favourite chapter :P It's coming...it's coming. :) THE SUSPENSE.

I tried to get this chapter up as fast as I can, so please pardon any mistakes. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck. But ENJOY.

Chapter 4

Two months later

Sarah Bartowski was a woman that always took precaution. She believed one could never be too sure of anything. So, having noticed she'd skipped her period last month and had been waking up nauseous for the past few days, she decided to take a pregnancy test. When the first one turned out positive, she decided to take a second one. And a third. After about an hour of constant peeing and waiting, she'd proved her assumptions correct. She was positively, without a doubt pregnant.

"Must be one of our honeymoon souvenirs." Sarah chuckled to herself as she gathered up all the sticks and carefully placed them in a small cardboard box. Ring. Ring. She could faintly hear the phone ringing through the bathroom door, but she chose to ignore it. She had more important things to think about. Various thoughts ransacked her mind. She was overjoyed. Granted, five years ago, she'd never envisioned herself living or wanting to live this kind of life - husband or kids. But meeting Chuck made her rethink the visions she had for her future. Now, being a good wife and starting a family was all that she dreamed about. Yes. A future with Chuck. That was what she wanted. She'd seen how Chuck was around Clara. And how he'd treated the little ballerina girl who came into the Buymore with her father all distressed because he forgot to film her performance. Chuck was going to be the perfect father. Now all she had to figure out was how to tell him he was going to become one.

It was 2:30 in the afternoon. She'd already skipped half a day's worth of work - she decided to take the rest of the day off. Why not? She thought to herself. There ain't going to be any mission coming in anytime soon - Chuck promised he'd try not to flash within the next week or two to give us a break from multitude of missions we'd been on the past month. Sarah had four, and if she was lucky and Chuck had to work a little later, maybe a little over 5 hours to prepare for her announcement. Crap. I still have to come up with a plan. She was beginning to panic - but only just a bit. As she pondered over her options, the phone rang again. This time, she decided to pick up.

"Sarah? Thank goodness. You finally picked up. I was beginning to wonder if you'd been abducted by a bunch of goggled-eyed aliens or something. "

Sarah laughed. "No. I was just in the bathroom."

"Oh. Well are you OK? I mean, you woke up really late today. Well I assume so. Cause I couldn't wake you up this morning and you were still sleeping when I left for work. Are you sick? Do you want me to come home now? Have you had breakfast? Wait, what about lunch?"

"Hey. Hey, I'm fine." Sarah struggled to hid the quiver of excitement in her voice. "Really." She squeaked half guiltily, half excitedly. She took a deep breath and swallowed the squeak before trying to speak up again. "I had a big brunch. And now I'm planning to take the rest of the day off work to do some grocery shopping...our kitchen is a bit empty. And maybe on the way, I'll do a bit of girly shopping...if you know what I mean." Sarah started talking really fast.

"Well, if you say so. Ooo...that sounds fun." Chuck laughed semi-enthusiastically, as he was not a great fan of shopping. "And since I don't think I'll be needed around the house anytime soon, I'll be home at around 7. I think I've just found a lead on dad."

"Uhuh." That was all Sarah could manage at this point without letting the secret out. She had 5 and a half hours. A plan began to formulate in her head.

"Bye." There was a short pause as Chuck waited for Sarah to say bye. "Sarah?"

"Uhuh?"

"Bye." Chuck repeated.

"Ok." Sarah was bursting - a Ellie-ish squeal was coming up her throat. She quickly hung up.

The squeal subsided. Only Chuck could make her want to squeal. She looked down at her currently flat stomach, complete with abs and everything. Absentmindedly, her hand moved towards her stomach and she started rubbing it. A baby. She thought. My baby. Chuck's baby. Our baby. She smiled as her eyes began to glisten with tears of joy. "Hey baby." That sounded good. "Baby, you probably aren't even the size of mommy's fingernails but you've somehow already managed to make mommy's spy skills fail her. " She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and sniffled whilst laughing at the same time. "Look, I'm crying now." Sarah paused and blew her nose. "Just wait until daddy finds out about you."

Sarah decided to cook Chuck dinner that night. They were going to have a candle-lit dinner and she decided she was going to make her announcement once they were finished with dinner. Sarah wondered whether she could keep it in for such a long time - I mean, she'd nearly spilled the beans to Chuck over the phone and that was just a 2 minute conversation. But she was a person that took virtually every challenge that came her way so she was willing to give this virtually impossible but still somewhat viable challenge a shot.

It was almost 7:30. Chuck would be home anytime soon - technically, he was already late. Sarah set the lasagne on the table and lit the candles. She did a 'final' check of the house for the umpteenth to make sure everything was in place. She'd put some of Clara's toys on the dining table in hope Chuck would take it as a clue of some sort. She'd hid the cardboard box with the pregnancy tests in the closet. She looked in the hall mirror to check her costume - she was wearing a plain, black, jacket, but underneath it, she had on the costume from last Valentine's day. The red lingerie dress with the wings. Chuck had never had the chance to devour that day as they were interrupted by a mission. But this time, he was going to. And she'd added to it. She'd bought some baby fabric from the stores today and she'd cut out the word 'BABY' from it and stitched it onto the front stomach area of her dress.

She heard the sound of a key jingling outside the door - she quickly buttoned up her jacket and ran to the door. The door opened before she got to it.

"Sarah!" Chuck's hair looked dishevelled and his eyes were bloodshot. He stepped in and wrapped his arms around her. He was worried about her because she sounded weird on the phone, but he'd been so caught up with his search for his dad he forgot the time. "Sorry I'm late. Are you OK? You sounded weird on the phone."

"Yes, Chuck. I'm fine. It's OK. You look tired, honey." Sarah gave Chuck a kiss, then took his bag off his shoulder and set it on the couch. "Well, I made dinner." She gestured towards the kitchen/dining room area.

Chuck looked up and saw the candles and lasagne on the table. He smiled. Sarah always knew how to cheer him up after a hard day at work. He believed he'd found a lead regarding his father's whereabouts, but he was wrong. The lead led him nowhere. And now he was back where he started - or perhaps even further back than where he had started.

"My dad..." Chuck started. "The lead led to nowhere Sarah."

They ate dinner in silence. Sarah could sense Chuck was in no mood to talk. She knew he was thinking about his father - how he'd gotten so close but then failed again. It was the 9th time. Her seemingly impossible challenge at once became completely simple to overcome. She kept her lips shut, but under the table, she had one hand on her stomach.

Never once did he notice something peculiar about what she was wearing that night. A black jacket - it was only the end of summer. Never once did he notice something strange about the dinner table that night - Clara's baby toy. Never once did he remember to compliment her about the food that night - she'd worked her ass off that afternoon trying to perfecting the dish.

None of this mattered to her though. She loved him. And when you love someone, you are willing to endure anything for him or her just to make sure that they are happy. She ached to see him so dishevelled, so sad. And so she decided to postpone her announcement.

That night, when Chuck was in the bathroom washing up, Sarah took off her costume and hid it in the cardboard box with the pregnancy tests. Maybe tomorrow. She thought. Tomorrow will be the day.

The next day

"Sarah, I was wrong. The lead WASN'T a dead end. My dad just sent me a message!" Chuck was excited. He replayed the clip of his father over and over again. Stephen told him he would meet him at the Buymore tomorrow morning. He'd finally found his father after two months of trial and error.

Sarah kept her eyes glued to her computer screen. "That's great Chuck." She tried to sound excited but she couldn't, not after a phone call she'd received that morning.

"You want to head on home? I'll make dinner tonight." Chuck bubbled with joy.

As much she wanted to go home and be with Chuck, Sarah felt she needed some alone time. "No Chuck. It's OK. I'll stay in Castle. You head on home and make dinner first."

At dinner that night, Chuck could make out that Sarah was upset about something, but he kept on talking about his father and how excited he was to finally see him again. Sarah kept quiet, and listened to him rant.

Chuck finished everything on his plate in less than 10 minutes. "WOW. It think my cooking skills have improved immensely!" He laughed as he picked up the wine bottle. "Wine Sarah?"

"No thanks." It was her favourite, but she knew she couldn't drink it because of the baby. She looked down at her plate, where the food was still mostly intact and untouched.

"No wine, Sarah?" Sarah usually never turned down wine of any sort, let alone her favourite. She also rarely never finished her food, especially if Chuck was the one that made it.

"No." She replied as she picked up her fork and started playing with the food.

Chuck sensed something was wrong. "What's the matter? Is my food bad? What...you can tell me."

"No, the food is great, Chuck, it's just..." She paused.

"What Sarah?" His voice started to rise. "You've been acting weird all day. I mean. You choose to stay at the castle. You don't want any of your favourite wine. You won't eat the food."

"Nothing. Really. I can handle it." Her voice quivered as she avoided his eyes.

"HANDLE WHAT, SARAH? HANDLE WHAT? WHAT CAN YOU HANDLE THAT I CAN'T HANDLE? CAN'T YOU TRUST ME?" He screamed as he got up from the table and started pacing. "I THOUGHT WE HAD A RULE. 'NO SECRETS. NO LIES.' - "

"Chuck." Sarah tried to calm him down.

" - YOU WERE THE ONE THAT MADE THE RULE - "

"Chuck. Honey.

" - DON'T HONEY ME. I THOUGHT TRUST WAS NEVER AN ISSUE WITH - "

Sarah couldn't take it anymore. "CHUCK! STOP!"

They stared into each other's eyes and there was a long silence.

"FINE CHUCK. YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?" She gave in. "My mom called me this morning. She told me she'd finally found my dad and that they were going to get a divorce. And then she told me I had a sister. A twin sister. A sister that'd died at birth. A sister that a never knew about. And that was apparently what tore them apart and made my dad take off with me and start conning." Sarah could no longer hold back her tears and started sobbing.

Sarah put her fork down and stood up. She continued whilst sobbing. "She told me to pick a side. Seriously. What kind of parents make you pick a side?"

Chuck stood stunned. Damn Chuck. Why did you have to do this to her?

Sarah picked up her phone and her car keys off the console table and proceeded to exit the house. Chuck, still grounded to where he was when he first began screaming, began walking towards Sarah. "Sarah, where are you going?"

"To the beach."

He grabbed on to her arm. "Sarah, I'm sor-" He never finished his sentence as Sarah lunged towards the trashcan next to the couch. BLURHT. She threw up everything she had in her stomach.

"Oh my...Sarah, are you OK?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." She shrugged it off and stood up, rejecting Chuck's help.

"No seriously. Sarah - "

"No. I'm fine Chuck." She said in a stern voice as she started walking towards the door again. "It's the baby." She opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Chuck was confused. "B-ba-baby? Huh? Sarah? What baby?" He opened the door but he couldn't see her. "Sarah?"

"CHUCK! HELP!" He ran to where her voice was coming from. The arches. "Sarah!" And then he saw them. Two men, dressed in black, holding a sobbing Sarah, one arm each. "Sarah!" He tried to come near her, but the two men would not allow him. The taller of the two took a tranq gun out of his pocket and fired a dart at Chuck's neck.

Just before Chuck entered a state of unconsciousness, he heard Sarah say it. "Chuck. I'm pregnant."

"Agent Walker. Long time no see."

"It's Bartowski, Vivian." Sarah growled.

Vivian delivered a blow to Sarah's face. "This is for surviving the Norseman device."

"And this..." Vivian prepared to deliver a blow to Sarah's stomach/abdomen area. "...is for..."

"VIVIAN. NO." Sarah screamed.

"What? Sarah Walker. Scared to endure just a little torture. Giving up already?" Vivian prodded, then laughed heartily.

Sarah had never felt more vulnerable than she was at this moment. She needed to protect her child. It was her and Chuck's creation. And no matter how mad she was at him, she would and could never stop loving him. Or his child. "I'm pregnant."

Crap. Vivian thought to herself. Why? Why does she have to be damn pregnant? Gosh. And why is it that I so happen just to have a soft spot for pregnant women?

A/N: So. How was it? Please review as always :)