A/N: Me: I have some open fics I should work on.

My Brain: You know what you haven't done in a while….INTERSECT.

Me: Listen….you know what, go on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"So, any worries?" the OB/GYN asked the couple. Chuck looked over at Sarah. He was surprised to see the frown on her face.

"I mean, the weight I've gained does have me concerned," Sarah told her. The OB/GYN frowned, and looked at Sarah's file. "It just feel like it's a lot."

"Sarah, it's only fifteen pounds," the OB/GYN said. "I'd say that's fine for your body type at your time during pregnancy."

Sarah's face turned to shock. She looked at Chuck and then at the OB/GYN. "Melissa, that….that's not possible. You…you have to be Kid-in-me."

A smile grew across Chuck's face, as he shook his head. Melissa sighed heavily. "Tell me you seriously didn't get pregnant just to tell that joke.

"Totally birth it," Sarah said, grinning.

"I mean, getting pregnant for a lame pun," Chuck said. "That's just inconceivable."

Melissa groaned. "You two…" she said, shaking her head.

"A parently not," Sarah said to Chuck.

"God, I love you," Chuck replied.

"Okay," Melissa said, shaking her head. "You done? Is it all out of your system?"

"Yes," Sarah said, and then she paused. "Oh, wait, it's not." Melissa chuckled. Sarah leaned forward, seriousness on her face. "Do you think Kevin Bacon calls his nipples Bacon Bits?"

Melissa sputtered laughter. "I'm sorry, we have to go," Chuck told the doctor.

"I'm not offended in any way," Melissa assured them.

"Oh, it's not that, but after that joke…well, I'm only a man, not superman," Chuck said.

"You seriously aren't turned on by that are you?" Melissa said, truly curious.

"Don't kid yourself, Chuck, as far as I'm concerned you are Superman in fact-" Sarah stopped as Melissa cleared her throat. "You're right, that is too far."

"If we may get back to what you're here for, instead of what got you here?" Melissa said.

"Nice," Chuck said softly, making Melissa chuckle.

}o{

They were back at the office, working…actually working not…you know, working, when Morgan came into their office.

"You know just because I can't get more pregnant, doesn't mean that we can't keep trying what got us there," Sarah said.

"She's saying I should knock and not just come in?" Morgan asked.

"Don't," Chuck said quickly to Sarah. She grinned and shrugged. "I swear the more this pregnancy goes on, the bluer you get," he told her. He looked up at Morgan. "What's up?"

"Just checking on you two and your appointment," Morgan said. "Actually I was told to come in here and make sure everything was all right. You've been quiet today."

"Everything's fine," Chuck told Morgan. "The checkup had a little hitch but nothing to worry about."

"Pregnancy jokes?" Morgan asked.

"Of course," Sarah told him.

"Did you do the one about the woman in the coma?" Morgan asked. Sarah saw Chuck shaking his head. "My bad." With that, he fled.

Chuck tried to continue to work as he felt Sarah just STARE at him. "Fine," he said, turning from his computer, and facing her. "A woman was three months pregnant when she fell into a deep coma and woke up about six months later. She asked the doctor about her baby."

"Where was the husband?" Sarah asked.

"Again, are you going to let me tell this story or have running commentary?" Chuck asked. "I don't even know if she was married."

"First, Baby-Daddy, damn sure better be there," Sarah said. "If not, there had best be an emergency. I get it, some men might pass out from the birthing, but he needs to be there where the birth is happening. He was there for the fun, he needs to be there for the results."

"Damn," Chuck said, impressed. "Go on."

"Second…I forgot, pregnancy brain," Sarah said.

Chuck narrowed his eyes at her. "There never was a second, you just wanted to say pregnancy brain because you could," he accused. She shrugged cutely. "Any way, the doctor told her, you had twins, a boy and a girl. They're both fine. And, you're brother named them for you."

Sarah shook her head. "He should be there."

"Noted," Chuck agreed. "Anywhoosel, the woman said, No No No! Not my brother. He's an idiot! What did he name the girl?"

Sarah leaned forward interested.

"Denise, the doctor answered." With that, Chuck turned back to the computer. Sarah continued to stare at him, as he worked.

"And the boy?" Sarah asked.

"Denephew," Chuck answered, still typing. Sarah roared with laughter. "I've got another, but with us being out this morning, I'm not sure it's a good idea I tell it."

"What does us being out this morning have to do with anything?" Sarah asked.

"I know you, Sarah," Chuck said, turning to her, sound exasperated, but grinning. "If I tell this, you're going to want me to take you home and-" he clamped his lips shut as she pointed at him, a serious look on her face. "Pleasure you," he mouthed.

"That mouth is going to get you in so much trouble," Sarah said. "Not as much as your-" Chuck cleared his throat, loudly. "I have got a bit saucy, haven't I?" Chuck grinned at her. "I'll risk it, tell me."

"A woman goes into labor so her husband rushed her to the hospital," Chuck began, shutting down his computer, and turning off the screen. "Once she's admitted, the woman started screaming, 'Wouldn't! Couldn't! Shouldn't! Didn't!'" Chuck turned to her.

"Why did you shut down the computer?" Sarah asked.

"Because you're about to drag me out of here," Chuck told her.

"Confident are you?" Sarah asked. He looked at her baby bump and then back up at her, a confident look on his face. Sarah shuddered.

Chuck continued, "The husband, concerned for his wife, looked to the doctor and asked 'Doc, what's wrong with her?'"

Chuck paused, a pregnant pause (I'll show myself out), making Sarah glare at him. Chuck continued. "The doctor replied, 'Oh, don't worry those are just contractions.'"

Sarah giggled. "That's good, but not good enough to drag you out of here."

"I'm not finished," Chuck said. She bounced her eyebrows, and Chuck gave her a look. She shrugged. Chuck sighed and continued. "The woman screamed 'shouldn't've, couldn't've,'"

"Uh," Sarah said. "Now I'm confused."

Chuck just grinned. "The husband turned to the doctor again, and the doctor just waved his hand. "It's nothing, her contractions are getting worse, she's close to delivering."

Sarah was trying to hold in the laugher. Chuck leaned forward. "The woman then screamed, 'Y'ALL'D'VE!' and the doctor snapped on his gloves. 'We're ready!' he said."

Sarah stood, reached across the table, grabbed Chuck's hand and pulled him into a standing position. "We're leaving aren't we?" Chuck asked.

"Yep," Sarah replied.

"Are we going home?"

"Yep?"

"Will I be pleasuring you?"

"If you know what's good for you," Sarah replied.

"Boy howdy, do I!" Chuck agreed and followed her out of the office. Morgan watched them go.

"Glad she can't get more pregnant," Morgan said, shaking his head.

A/N: Don't look at me, I just work here.