Sarah is keeping a secret. Sarah is keeping a secret and Chuck notices.
chuck/sarah - pg
a/n: WARNING: FLUFF ALERT. There might be things about babies in here. Maybe. Takes place any time in the not so distant future.
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Sarah is keeping a secret.
Sarah is keeping a secret and Chuck notices. Chuck has been noticing for the past week, and quite frankly, it’s freaking him out. She seems to be constantly on the verge of spilling out whatever tidbit of information she’s been keeping in, and this is so foreign to him that he is almost afraid to even contemplate what she might be hiding. Sarah Walker is many things, but a bad secret keeper is not one of them.
He waits though. Chuck is almost as good at waiting as Sarah is at keeping secrets (usually).
He actively tries to coax it out of her exactly once. It’s a Tuesday and he hatches this ridiculous plan to tell her something he’s been keeping a secret about, hoping to give her a prime opening to spill her guts.
“Hey Sarah?” he says as they’re pulling back the covers on their bed.
“Yeah Chuck?” She fluffs her pillow and stares at him, waiting for him to continue.
“I’ve uh, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a few days now,” he trails off, piquing her interest.
“Is everything okay?”
“Remember when I told you that I didn’t know what happened to those expensive sunglasses you left on the coffee table?” Sarah’s eyes narrow dangerously and Chuck thinks that maybe this was not the best plan he’s ever had. He gulps audibly. “Well, I actually do know what happened to them.”
“What do you mean you ‘know what happened to them’?”
“It was an accident, I swear! Morgan was beating me at that game we were trying to finish last week and I might have accidentally picked them up off the table and threw them at the tv.”
“You threw them at the tv?” she says, completely deadpan.
“Honestly though, I think I was maybe having…a ninja flash or something?” Sarah gives him a dubious look. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength!” She narrows her eyes, ferreting out his lies as always. “I’ll buy you a new pair?” he finally tries. This seems to work.
She nods, accepting his terms. “Why are you even telling me this right now?” she asks, confused as to how they even started having this conversation.
It’s the perfect opening Chuck’s been waiting for. “Well, you know how one of our rules is ‘no secrets’,” he uses finger quotes as she rolls her eyes. “I just felt bad that I told you I didn’t know what happened to them.”
Sarah’s eyes soften immediately at the genuine tone of Chuck’s voice, and she slides into bed, leaning her head against her propped up hand. “Okay well, I appreciate your honesty.” She lays her head down on the pillow as Chuck flicks off the light and slides into his side of the bed.
“Is there anything you’d like to confess Sarah?” he asks in a small voice. He hopes the darkness is hiding the eager look on his face.
She waits a beat before responding. “Did you just tell me about the sunglasses to try and get me to tell you about something you think I’m hiding?”
Chuck freezes, shocked at how quickly she unraveled his entire plan. “What? No. No. Why would I do that?” he blurts out too quickly.
Sarah flips over onto her side away from him, clearly annoyed. “Goodnight Chuck,” she says without turning around.
“Night,” he echoes dejectedly.
He figures she’ll have to come out with it eventually.
Eventually happens to fall on the following Friday evening. He and Sarah are both in the process of getting ready to go out for a rare night of non-spy entertainment when he opens the closet door to find a curious discovery. Lined up next to his black chucks is the tiniest pair of identical infant black converse sneakers that Chuck has ever seen. They look so small next to his giant size 11’s that he almost thinks for a second that the CIA has invented some kind of spying device that makes itself look like whatever it’s sitting next to. And in this case: a miniature shoe. He dismisses the idea as soon as he thinks it (how would a miniature shoe be stealthy at all?) and leans down to pick up the tiny objects. They fit perfectly in the palm of one of his hands. He has them turned upside down by the laces when Sarah walks back into the room from the bathroom, still trying to slide in one earring. She freezes the second she realizes what he’s holding.
“Hey Sarah, do you know how these little shoes got in –” he trails off when he sees the look on her face. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears and the rest of her face is lit up with a hesitant smile. “Sarah?” he asks, taking two steps toward her.
It takes her a moment before she can find her voice. “I put them there,” she whispers so softly that Chuck can hardly hear her. He doesn’t say anything so she continues. “I figured you would just go out and buy them the first chance you got anyway, after I told you…” she trails off, letting her hand subconsciously slide across her midsection.
Chuck catches the motion immediately as comprehension washes over his entire body. His eyes go so wide that he thinks they might pop out of his head like in a cartoon. His gaze sweeps over her then, wanting to remember every single detail of this moment. The way she’s only wearing one earring. The way her lips are shiny with freshly applied lipstick. The way she’s shorter than normal because she’s not wearing any shoes. The way her hand is rubbing gentle little circles over the best thing he’s ever heard of. Over his child. Over their child. “Sarah, are you? Are we?” he asks, trying to make sure he’s understanding what exactly she’s trying to tell him here.
She nods, the tears finally spilling over her eyelashes, making her eyes turn aquamarine. “You’re going to be a dad,” she confesses to him before he grabs her face with both hands and kisses her as fiercely as he thinks he’s ever kissed anyone in his life. She’s laughing as his lips meet hers again and again, and both of their faces are covered in salty tracks as he moves to kiss her cheeks and her nose and her eyes. When he pulls back, he’s crying too and neither of them can even begin to stop smiling.
When he can finally bring himself to look away from Sarah’s face, he gently, gently slides his hand across her belly, trying to comprehend that there is a little peanut in there made out of the two of them. She shivers as his hand flattens out over almost her entire stomach, and she moves her own palm to rest against the back of his knuckles. “I knew you were keeping a secret,” he says absently, totally absorbed by the sight of her midsection.
She laughs again. “That is what you’re choosing to gloat about right now Chuck?”
He gives her a lopsided smile and leans his forehead against hers. “Why did you take so long to tell me?”
“I wanted to be sure. I only went to the doctor yesterday.” He nods against her, stealing one more kiss before raising his head.
“Are you – is this okay?” he asks seriously, moving his hand to absently pull at her singular bare earlobe. He can’t imagine she’d be laughing with him if she wasn’t happy, but he has to be sure. This is too important for him not to be sure.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “I mean, it’s…unexpected, but I’m not really as freaked out as I thought I would be? Maybe I’m in shock.” They both laugh because it’s probably true. “But I have you, right?”
There isn’t a ring on her finger yet, but Chuck’s never belonged to anyone the way that he belongs to Sarah Walker. “Sarah,” he says her name like a devotion. “You have had me since the day I met you, and you will have me always.” The second the words are out of his mouth, she chokes back a sob and throws her arms around him in a crushing hug. He returns it immediately, cradling the back of her head with his palm, the tiny shoes in his other hand bumping lightly against her back. He sucks in his stomach in an effort not to crush their microscopic unborn child.
“I hope it turns out just like you, Chuck,” she whispers in his ear before laying her head against his chest, taking in a shuddery breath.
His body feels like the surface of the sun from the happiness radiating through his veins. “Only if it looks just like you,” he returns, feeling her grin against his shirt.
They separate after endless minutes of hugging and swaying. Sarah wipes her face with the back of her hand. “Now I’m going to have to redo all of my makeup,” she complains, but her heart isn’t really in it. Chuck follows her into the bathroom, not wanting to be far from her just yet.
Neither of them speaks as she washes her face in the sink and stares at his reflection in the mirror. He smiles and then she smiles, and then they both start laughing as he slides his hand over her stomach again. She shivers at the touch.
“I’m thinking Lara Croft Bartowski if it’s a girl, what do you think?” he suddenly says, cutting the mood.
Sarah slaps him on the forearm. “Don’t make me take away naming privileges already. I will do it. Our baby will not be named after a video game character, not even an obscure one. I know how to use Google.”
Chuck puts his hands up in mock surrender and then locks eyes with her in the mirror again. “Our baby,” he says, amazed. She spins around against the sink so she can really look at him. “A baby made out of me and you.” She nods, her eyes going watery again so he dips down and captures her lips in a slow, deep kiss. Trying to tell her over and over again how much he loves her, how much he already loves the tiny life inside of her.
They never make it to their dinner reservations.