A/N: Hey guys. A million trazillion apologies for the LONNNGGG wait. I had a major writer's block...and yeah. I know. Its a really bad excuse (: But yup. Here is the next installment of 'Chuck vs the Dads'. It's extra long to make up for my absence :P

Enjoy (: Any mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

ONE DAY LATER

It was about 5:00 in the afternoon. Sarah sat on the couch, staring at her ever expanding stomach. She was wearing a thin white shirt and a pair of strechable maternity jeans she'd purchased a couple of weeks ago (upon realizing that she could no longer fit in her normal clothes anymore). Through her shirt, she could see the babies moving in her belly. Using her hand, she traced their movements, placing her hand on where a foot or a hand was seemingly sticking out. She smiled. She was seven months along now, and everything was going smoothly. She couldn't be happier.

Chuck had to go in to Castle to finish up some paperwork from the latest mission. He'd left after lunch, and promised to return before dinner. After today, they would both officially be on leave – they'd both banked up many holiday days, and Sarah had maternity leave. Tomorrow, they would begin the process of converting the extra bedroom in the apartment into a nursery. Sarah smiled a the thought of it. Everything was becoming so real now.

Ding Dong. The sound of the doorbell ringing brought her out of her hoisted herself off the couch, and slowly made her way to the door. The corners of her lips slowly began creeping up even further. Chuck's home. She thought to herself.

Upon opening the door, her smile faded slightly when she saw that it wasn't Chuck at the door.

'Mary. Mr Bartowski.' Chuck's parents stood on the doorstep. After spending so much time with Chuck's mom, she'd become accustomed to calling her by her first name. Chuck's dad however, was a different story. She'd only seen him a couple of times, and she didn't know him that well, so she still called him 'Mr Bartowski.'

'Stephen's fine.' Stephen said.

Mary smiled at the sight of her daughter-in-law. The last time she'd seen her was a couple of months ago, and she was still rather small then. But now, there was no doubt that she was pregnant.

Before any of them could say anything more, Molly came bundling down the hallway screeming her head off with excietment. 'IS IT CHUCCKKKKKK?' She drew out his name, making Sarah laugh. 'HE SAID WE COULD PLAY MARIO CART WHEN...he...' As she approached Sarah, her sentence slowly faded off as she saw two strangers standing at the door.

Her shy demenor immedately surfaced as she took hiding behind Sarah's legs.

'Molly!' Emma came chasing after Molly, holding a comb and a towel in her hand. 'I haven't finished drying your hair! What did I say about...' Her sentence also faded upon seeing the two unfamiliar faces at the door.

'Mom, meet Mary and Stephen. They are Chuck's parents. Mary and Stephen, this is my mom Emma, and my sister, Molly.'

Emma stuck out her hand. 'Nice to meet you.'

Stephen and Mary shook her hand in turn. 'Nice to meet you too.' They both said.

Mary took a step towards Sarah and Molly. 'Hi Molly.' She said, offering her hand to Molly. Molly peeked out from behind Sarah's legs, and said in a quiet voice, 'Hi.'

Sarah placed a hand on Molly's head and ruffled her hair. 'You don't have to be shy.'

Molly slowly came out from behind Sarah's legs, and took Mary's hand. Stephen stuck out his hand for Molly to shake, and released Mary's hand and took his hand. 'Hi.'

After shaking both of their hands, Molly retreated back to Sarah's side. She took Sarah's hand and fumbled with her fingers.

There was an awkward silence.

'Why are we standing at the door?' Sarah laughed. 'Come in – ' Before she could finish what she wanted to say, she was interrupted by Molly.

'CHUCK!' She'd spotted Chuck coming into the courtyard from her position next to Sarah, and she bounded out towards him with her shy demenor completely disappearing.

'Molly, shoes!' Emma called out, but it was too late. Molly had already reached Chuck, and Chuck had scooped her up into his arms. 'Hey princess.' He said. 'What's up?'

She leaned in next to his ear and whispered, 'Mario Kart.' He laughed. 'You haven't forgotten, have you?' She shook her head. 'Nope.'

As they were conversing, Sarah made her way out towards them.

'Sarah, shouldn't you put some shoes on?' Emma asked. But Sarah didn't hear her, as she was already half way across the courtyard.

'My daughters are hopeless.' Emma chuckled to herself. Mary laughed along with her. 'You should have seen what Chuck was like as a kid.'

Across the courtyard, Sarah finally reached Chuck. 'Hi.' She gave him a large smile.

'Hi.' Chuck breathed, always stunned by her beauty. Still holding Molly in one arm, he set down his messenger bag on the ground and pulled her in for a quick kiss. Molly buried her head in Chuck's shoulder.

'Did the two little munchkins behave today?' He asked, wrapping his arm around her and resting it on the small of her back.

'They were good. Very active, as usual.'

'They're not munchkins. They're little monkeys.' Molly piped up. 'When they come out of Sarah's belly, they're going to be like the five little monkeys.' She smiled proudly. Chuck and Sarah both laughed.

Instead of laughing along, Molly's smile diminished. 'Wait no.' Her eyebrows burrowed in confusion. 'There are two babies, but five monkeys...' She held out her hands, and counted with her fingers. 'I know!' Her eyebrows straightened out once more. 'They can be the five little monkeys minus three little monkeys!' The smile returned to her face. Chuck and Sarah both chuckled at her antics.

'Molly, you wanna help me with dinner and dessert?'

'Okay!'

Sarah held out her arms for Molly, and Molly placed her arms around her neck and moved from Chuck's arms into her's. 'Babe, are you sure?' Chuck questioned.

She readjusted Molly around her pertruding stomach. 'It's not like I haven't done it before. Besides, she's not that heavy.' She leaned him and planted a kiss on his cheek. 'You've got company.' She motioned to the door of the apartment.

Chuck picked up his messenger bag and turned to look at the door of the apartment. He found his parents staring at him with smiles on the faces. He strode towards them and pulled them both in for a hug. 'Mom. Dad.'

'Charles.' Stephen said.

He released them so he could see their faces. 'Dad.' He paused. 'Are you done? Are you here to stay?'

'Yes, Charles. Yes.'

Chuck smiled. His mom had gone on a mad mission to find his dad, but every time she brought him back, he left a couple of days after, saying he had unfinished business to tend to. But the fact that Stephen had promised that he was going to stay brought a smile to Chuck's face.

Sarah walked up behind him with Molly in her arms. 'Do you guys want to stay for dinner?'

Stephen and Mary looked at each other and reached a collaborative decision. 'We would love to.' Mary answered.

Chuck motioned for the door. 'Head on in.'

They filed in one by one, with Chuck, Sarah and Molly at the rear. As soon as Sarah entered the door, Emma grabbed her free arm. 'You two girls need to go wash your feet.'

Sarah laughed. 'Yes Mommy.' Molly giggled as well, and copied Sarah. 'Yes Mommy.'

'Off you go.' Emma ushered.

Sarah whispered something into Molly's ear which made her giggle even more. And so they went, giggling down the hallway to the bathroom.

Sarah, Emma and Molly were in the kitchen preparing dinner and dessert, whilst Chuck was in the living room with his parents, catching up on lost time.

They were making pasta and cookies. Sarah had just set Molly up with the cookie cutters. Molly was going to town with the cookie cutters, making various different shapes with the batter.

Sarah turned to her mom to see how she was doing with the vegetables. She found that her mom had come to a stop with the cutting, and was staring at Mary and Stephen. 'Mom? Mom, you okay?'

Emma surpressed a tear. 'Yeah. I'm fine.'

Sarah could read her mom pretty well, and she knew that she wasn't fine. She took the knife and the carrot from her mom's hands, and set it down on the cutting board. 'Mom. Talk to me.'

Her mom kept silent for a while, before whispering, 'They look so happy.'

'You miss him, don't you?'

Emma nodded. 'I thought I didn't...I tried to convince myself I didn't...but deep down...the truth is...I do.'

Sarah wrapped an arm around her mom. 'You have to tell Dad, Mom.' She snuck a glance at Chuck in the living room and sighed. 'For the longest time, I tried to deny my feelings for Chuck.' She looked her mom in the eye. 'And truth be told, it really tore me up inside. Working for the CIA, well, we'd both encountered our share of near death experiences. I knew the day may come when it may be too late – and I didn't want it to happen.' She let out a teary laugh. 'April 5th, 2010. The day I said yes to him. The day I decided to stop denying my feelings for him. And I'm glad I did what I did, because it is what brought me here. I'm not Sarah Walker, agent of the CIA anymore. I'm Sarah Bartowski, wife of Chuck Bartowski, and the soon-to-be mother of these two little munchkins.' She placed a hand on her stomach.

Emma smiled. 'Growing up, you were always the toughest little thing. Who would have thought you would change so much?'

Sarah chuckled, and snuck another look at Chuck. 'What can I say? Chuck just brings out the best in me.' She paused. 'But mom. Back to you. Will you promise me that you'll talk to him?'

Emma adverted her glance to the floor and took a deep breath. 'Okay.' She said in a small voice.

THE NEXT DAY

Chuck took a step back and admired his handiwork. He'd spent most of the afternoon painting the walls of the second bedroom in the apartment a shade of creamish beige. They didn't know whether they were going to have two girls, two boys or one of each as they wanted it to be a surprise, so they decided to play it neutral.

Putting the paint brush down, he proceeded to move in the furniture he'd built in the living room this morning – two white wooden cots, two beige dressers, a changing table, a rocking chair, and a couple of lamps. Just as he put the last lamp in place, he heard a set of footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, he found Sarah leaning against the door frame in the doorway.

'Hey beautiful.' He said, as he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind her, and gently caressed her pregnant stomach. He gave her a peck on on the cheek. 'Do you like it?'

She placed her hands over his hands. 'Chuck, it's perfect.' She leaned back into him. 'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

THAT EVENING

It was movie night. Emma had left after dinner to meet with Stephen, so she left Molly with Chuck and Sarah for the night.

Chuck was on the couch in the living room, fiddling with the remote, trying to set up the entertainment system. Sarah was in the kitchen with Molly, making hot chocolate.

Already dressed in her pajamas, Molly walked out of the kitchen clutching Rex in one arm, and a large cup of hot chocolate topped with copious amounts of marshmallows in the other. 'What are we watching?' She asked Chuck.

'The Parent Trap.' Chuck replied.

She settled herself down on the carpet in front of the sofa, setting the cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table before she cuddled Rex close in her arms.

Sarah came over holding two more steaming mugs of hot chocolate in her hands. She handed one to Chuck, then placed her mug down on the coffee table and sat down next to him. He pressed 'play', then set the remote down on the armrest of the sofa and took a sip of the hot chocolate. Using his free hand, he placed an arm around Sarah's shoulders. Sarah leaned into Chuck, her head finding its perfect resting place in the nook of his neck.

About two hours later, the movie came to a close. Molly had moved places in the middle of the movie, and she ended up nestled between Chuck and Sarah. Towards the end of the movie, she'd dosed off, clutching Rex tightly in her arms with her head resting on Chuck.

After shutting off the entertainment system with the remote, Chuck gathered Molly in his arms and picked her up. 'Let's put this princess to bed.' Sarah laughed, and stood up after him. Together, they began making their way to the guest room – the room Emma and Molly had been sleeping in the last couple of weeks.

Feeling the sudden movement, Molly stirred in her sleep. 'Where are we going?' She said in a sleepy voice.

'To bed.' Sarah replied, ruffling Molly's hair.

Once they reached the guest room, Chuck set her down on the bed and tucked her in. Molly was no longer sleepy anymore. 'What happened at the end?'

Sarah sat down on the edge of the bed. Chuck moved up behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. 'The mommy and daddy got back together, and they lived happily ever after.'

'Oh.' Molly said. She sat up and leaned her back against the back board of the bed. 'Sarah, does my daddy live in London?'

Sarah reached out a hand and stroked Molly's hair. 'Why do you say that, honey?'

'Because the mommy in the movie lived in London and the daddy in the movie lived in America. But me and Mommy live in America, so Daddy lives in London.'

'Molly – ' She sighed internally, not knowing how to give an appropriate answer to the 5-year-old. 'It's complicated.'

Molly didn't look satisfied with Sarah's answer. Sarah looked up at Chuck for support. He gave Sarah's shoulders a squeeze.

'Well Molly', he started, 'Your daddy lives somewhere else...in a place called Heaven.'

'What's Heaven?' Molly asked.

'Heaven is a special place where God and his angels live.'

'Oh.' Still curious, Molly proceeded to ask more questions. 'Will he come back?'

Chuck was stumped as to how he was to answer the question as well. 'Umm...well...I will tell you tomorrow. Because right now, it's time for bed.'

After a bit of struggle, they finally manged to get Molly to sleep.

After washing up the kitchen, Chuck entered the bedroom and saw Sarah clutching her phone tightly in her hand.

'Hey babe.' He walked in and sat down on the bed next to her.

'My dad just called.' Sarah said. 'Apparently, my mom never turned up. And my mom isn't picking up.' What are you doing, mom? She thought to herself.

Chuck placed a hand on top of Sarah's and squeezed it. 'I'm sure she has a reason.'

'But – ' Sarah didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as Chuck's phone began to ran. Keeping his hand on her hand, he used his other hand to pick up his phone off the bedside table.

Taking a look at the caller screen, he saw Ellie's face pop up on the screen. 'It's Ellie.' He pressed the 'answer' button and brought the phone to his ear. 'Hey El.'

There was a moment of silence as Chuck listened to what Ellie had to say.

'What? How bad is it?'

Sarah watched as Chuck's face scrunched up in worry, and felt the hand on top of hers tense.

'Okay. We'll be there. See you in a bit.' Chuck removed the phone from his ear and dropped it on the bed.

'What is it Chuck?' Sarah questioned.

'It's – ' He hesitated for a moment and squeezed her hand again. 'It's your mom. She was in a car crash.'

It was about 10 o'clock at night. It took Chuck and Sarah 15 minutes to get to the hospital from their apartment. It would normally take them 10 or less minutes, but they had to get Molly out the door with them as well.

They sat in the waiting room, waiting for information on Emma's condition. Molly lay asleep, sprawled out on a couple of chairs. Chuck had one arm around Sarah, and Sarah rested her head on Chuck's shoulder. She held his free hand tightly with both her hands, and fumbled with his fingers, just as Molly had done with hers the day previous. Using the hand that was wrapped around her, he ran his hand up and down her burgeoning stomach, calming the babies down.

Half an hour to an hour later, they saw Ellie rushing towards them. As Ellie approached them, Sarah stood up and grabbed her hands. 'How is she?' She asked in a worried tone.

'Sarah, you're pregnant. You shouldn't make so sudden movements.'

Ignoring Ellie's comment, she repeated her question. 'How is she?'

'She's...well...they just finished operating on her. A drunk driver ran a red light and crashed into her car. The other driver died on impact – '

'Ellie.' Sarah cut Ellie off, wanting her to get to the point.

Ellie let out a sigh. 'She's alive, but they say she's not doing so well.'

Sarah let go of Ellie's hands and crossed them over her stomach. She bit her lip in attempt to hold her tears in. 'Can I – can I see her?'

Ellie nodded. 'They're moving her up to a room right now. I'll bring you up there; you can see her in about 10 minutes.'

Ellie brought them to the room Emma had been moved to. They waited outside as the doctors finished up inside.

Chuck sat on a bench with Ellie to his right and Molly to his left. Sarah refused to sit despite Chuck and Ellie's coaxes, and so she paced back and forth in front of the door. Molly was now awake as well, due to all the movement and commotion.

The door opened and a doctor stepped out. 'Ms...' He began addressing Sarah. Sarah stopped in her tracks and turned to him.

'Mrs Bartowski.' She told him.

'Mrs Bartowski.' He repeated, then stuck out a hand for her to shake. 'Doctor Smith.'

She took his hand and shook it. 'How is my mother?' She asked in a desperate tone.

'She's - she's rather weak. We're trying our best, but we – we don't know.' He said.

'Can I see her?' Sarah asked.

Dr. Smith nodded as he led her inside.

Sarah let out a choked sob upon seeing her mom connected up to so many tubes. 'Mom.' She whispered.

'I'll leave you alone.' Dr. Smith told Sarah. 'Press the red button on the wall if you need help.' He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Sarah slowly approached her mom, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed. She placed a hand over her mom's hand.

'Mom.'

Sensing Sarah's presence, Emma's eyes fluttered open. She stared at Sarah for a while before finally attempting to say something.

'Sa-Sarah.' She whispered in a quiet, horse voice.

'I'm here, Mom.' She clutched onto her mom's hand tighter.

Emma struggled to speak. Taking a deep breath, she finially managed to muster out what she wanted to say. 'I failed you. Sorry.'

'What do you mean? You didn't fail me, Mom. It's not your fault.'

Emma squeezed Sarah's hand. 'Sarah. Take care of Molly. She was always yours.'

'Why are you saying that, Mom?'

Emma closed her eyes.

'No Mom.' She brought her mom's hand to her stomach. 'Mom, do you feel them kicking? It's your grandchildren. They're kicking you, because they're saying that they can't wait to meet you.'

A tear rolled down Emma's cheek. Sarah felt her mom's hand go limp in her grasp, then she heard a long beep, indicating that her heart had flatlined.

Sarah went hysterical. Getting up off the chair, she pressed the red 'help' button multiple times, then returned to her mom's side and leaned over the her. 'MOM. NO. MOM. YOU CAN'T LEAVE US.' She shook Emma. 'MOM.'

The door opened and a multitude of doctors and nurses rushed in. Chuck, upon seeing the mass of personel rush into the room, told Ellie to watch Molly whilst he rushed in after them.

Sarah was forced back by the doctors and the nurses. She stood in the middle of the room, with tears streaming down her cheeks and on the verge of collasping.

Chuck rushed towards her and enveloped her in a hug, supporting her and preventing her from falling. Her tears flowed like waterworks, drenching his shirt completely. 'She's gone Chuck.' She whispered into his chest.

He rubbed her back in attempt to console her. A few tears fell from his eyes as well. It was tragic how Emma had to pass away right when Sarah had just been able to see her again.

'I'm so sorry Sarah.' He whispered.

'SARAH.' Jack called, appearing in the doorway, panting.

Sarah lifted her head off Chuck's chest, and saw her dad rush into the room. Seeing her tear-stricken face, Jack knew that it was not good news.

As Jack approached them, Chuck planted a kiss on the top of Sarah's head, then released her and handed her over to her dad. Jack placed an arm around his daughter. 'Darling – '

'She's gone.' Sarah whispered again.

Chuck decided to leave the duo alone. Turning in the direction of the door, he began to exit the room when he saw Molly standing frozen in the doorway, with Ellie behind her.

'Molly.' He rushed towards her and kneeled down in front of her. Molly leaned into him.

'I'm sorry Chuck. She – she wouldn't listen.' Ellie said. 'I tried to pull her away, but – '

'It's okay, El.' He said as he picked Molly up and made his way towards the benches. As he sat down, he placed Molly on his lap. Molly buried her head in his chest, but she didn't cry. Chuck used his hand to stroke her hair. They sat in silence for a while.

After a while, Molly removed her head from Chuck's chest and looked up at him. 'Chuck.' She said in a quiet voice.

Chuck looked down at her. 'Yes?'

'Did Mommy go to Heaven?' She looked at him with question in her eyes.

Staring into her baby blue eyes, he felt a tear slip out of his eye. This was not stuff 5-year-olds were supposed concern themselves about.

'Y-yes.' He choked out. 'Yes. She did.'

Resting her head back on Chuck's chest, she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt with her little hands. 'I miss my Mommy.'

'I know baby. I know.' He whispered, staring at the open room door.

'I love you, Daddy.' Molly said suddenly.

Chuck looked down at Molly, startled by what she'd just said. 'Mol, what did you just call me?'

'Daddy.' She repeated as she shifted herself on his lap. She looked up at him once more, her hand still fiddling with his shirt buttons. 'Can you be my daddy?'

A/N: So. How'd you guys like it? (: Tell me in your reviews :P They really do make my day.

So. yup. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Hopefully in a week or so. :P