A/N: Seriously, why am I writing this and why are you reading it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
"You okay, Buddy?" Morgan asked, as he opened the door and stuck his head in.
"Yep," Chuck replied. Morgan pushed the door open and walked in. "Seriously, I'm fine."
"You could have rescheduled your meeting," Morgan told him.
"Well, my wife told me not to, and besides, it's just a check up," Chuck replied. "I mean, she thought taking a zoom meeting in the OB/GYN's waiting room wasn't the right choice."
"She's not wrong," Morgan replied. "Chuck, you know she's pregnant. It's not like those stupid people in the commercial that has her looking like she's four to five months pregnant, and they're looking at the pregnancy test as if in shock."
"Do you know she craves olives now?" Chuck asked her. "CRAVES!"
"Are you big on olives?" Morgan asked.
"No, not really," Chuck admitted. Morgan had a worried look on his face. "Morgan, listen…we both know it's mine. In fact, we both know there is a chance this child was conceived in this office." Morgan made a face at that. "How the hell she'd have time or the energy to have an affair…."
"You're right," Morgan agreed. "You're absolutely right…it's just…olives?" Chuck shrugged. "Maybe…maybe she's just…Hungary?"
Chuck grinned. "Maybe she should Czech the fridge," Chuck offered.
"She's Russian to the kitchen," Morgan continued.
"Is she after Turkey?" Chuck asked.
"Nice," Morgan said, nodding. "Oh, she found some but it's covered in a layer of Greece." Morgan crossed his arms, smiling like he had won, and then…then the smile fell off of his face as Chuck leaned back, a confident smirk on his face.
"There's Norway she can eat that," Chuck replied.
Morgan put his hands out and began to bow. "I am not worthy."
"Go back to work," Chuck told him. Morgan turned and left. Chuck sat there a second.
"You do know I was on speaker the entire time and heard that," Sarah voice said, coming from the phone. "And exactly what do you mean I don't have the energy to have an affair."
"Sarah….sweetie…we work together, we live together, we drive to and from work together," Chuck replied. "We have sex everywhere," he said softly. "I know you are more physically fit then me, but you'd have to have some amazing skills to be away from me long enough to have said affair and me not know it."
"You think I don't have those skills?" Sarah challenged him.
"Is this really something you want to be arguing?" Chuck asked.
He heard her sigh. "No, it's just…I don't know."
"You do know I love you and think you're as beautiful as ever, if not more so, right?" Chuck asked.
"You got some pregnancy kink there, Bartowski?"
"I've got a Sarah Walker kink," Chuck said. There was silence on the other end. "I'm sorry, I misspoke, a Sarah Bartowski kink."
"You damn well better," she growled. "No, you're right. I'm just….I mean you've been practicing to be a dad for a while, and I'm…I'm just fat."
"Uh, telling jokes isn't practicing to be a dad, Sarah," Chuck countered.
"I know, it's just…I wanted this for so long…" she trailed off. "And I don't know…"
"Are you coming back to the office?" Chuck asked her.
"Yeah," Sarah replied.
"Okay, I'm heading home to take care of some stuff," Chuck told her. "Would you please text me before you start home."
"Why, so you can get your girls out of the house before I get there?" Sarah asked.
"Yep, all eleventy million of them," Chuck said, shaking his head.
"You better not pleasure a damn one of them, you hear me curls?"
"I love you, Sarah, I'll see you soon."
"Love you," she grumbled, and hung up.
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"I'm home," she bellowed, walking through the door. "You best have your side pieces' asses out of here."
Chuck walked into the living room, and Sarah's breath caught. He was in a pair of jeans, socks, and a long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked…so domestic, and something in her stirred.
"My lady," he said, offering her his hand. She took it giving him a side-eyed look. "If you'll come this way." He led her to the bathroom.
"Chuck," she began, but then paused, as she looked at the tub, that was filled with a bubble bath. "What is that?" she asked in a low voice.
"You mean the cooler full of ice with different pickle and….olive jars?" Chuck asked.
"Good God, if I wasn't pregnant before, I would be after tonight," she muttered. She shivered as his hand went to her slightly swollen abdomen.
"I just wanted to say thank you for carrying our child," Chuck told her. "And I don't think you've ever looked more beautiful."
"I don't know if tonight can get any better," Sarah began.
"There's ice cream in the freezer," Chuck whispered into her ear. She thought her knees would give out. "How do you feel about a foot massage as you soak in your bath?"
"I love you, Chuck," she said, turning to him, and pulling him into a hug. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, baby, my pleasure."
A/N: I know, short but….I thought it got the job done.