A/N: Hello one and all, and welcome back. Today has been a rough day, there was a death in the family. I don't tell you this for sympathy or anything like that, I tell you this because I needed an escape. Put on your Santa hat, get out Darlene Love or whoever you enjoy listening to at Christmas, and let's have a Holly, Jolly Christmas. (Also, some of you have eagle eyes when it comes to clues…well done.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and that Elf on the Shelf is creepy. There, I said it.
Sarah was sitting in her office chair dancing to Christmas by Darlene Love that played over the intercom. She was thinking about her weekend, and smiling. True, the party didn't go the way she wanted to, but the rest of the weekend…the smile got a little deeper, and she found her own temperature rising. She was pretty sure Chuck was significantly heartwarmed. She reached over for her chocolate éclair, and paused, her stomach lurching. She was going to have to see the doctor about this "stomach bug" soon. She flipped her calendar open to see when she might have time to see the doctor, when a though hit her. She started going backwards, looking for a notation. She found it, and did the math. She blew air up her face from her bottom lip. That would explain things. She looked at the éclair, noticed the nausea passed, and started to take a bite when Morgan stormed in.
"Look," he began. "I know he is your husband, but he has been my heterosexual life partner for as long as I can remember." Sarah sat down the éclair…this was gonna be good. She watched, amused. "I have tried to be quiet, but, Sarah, it is December 18th, one week before Christmas and I am tired of him scrooging it up for the rest of us." Sarah was impressed at his ability to get so much out without a breath. "You deserve better, I deserve better." She wasn't sure what they had to do with it, but he was on a role. He began to pace.
"Chuck has always loved Christmas. Sure last year was the last one we were all together, and I know he lost his sister, and his brother-in-law, but I'm here, Clara's here, you're here, he's here, and that's the problem. He's feeling guilty again. Well, you may sit here and let him get away with it, but I am not. I am going down there and have a talk with him. Are you with me?" And with that, he left. Sarah, not about to miss this for the world, followed. As she passed people, she made motions to follow her.
She came around the corner of Chuck's office, and saw Chuck bent over, holding his head in his hands. She wasn't sure what happened since she saw him to make him look like this, but she had no chance to find out, because Morgan launched into him.
"Chuck, enough!" Morgan said. Chuck raised his head out of his hands. "Everyone in this office is in the Christmas spirit but you, and I am here to put a stop to it."
"You're right, Morgan," Chuck replied.
"Of course I'm right! Starting now, you are going to join in. You are going to let us decorate your hall, you are going to put up something, anything in this office, and you are going to be full of yuletide cheer."
"Okay," Chuck said.
"And I will not take no for an answer!" Morgan proclaimed
"It's like he's not even listening," Chuck said to Sarah.
"Don't interrupt, I want to see how far this goes," Sarah admonished.
"And, then. Oh, then, Chuckles," Carina lifted her eyebrows at that. "Then, you are going to go home and those amazing women in your life, you are going to show them what the Christmas spirit is all about!"
"Do we need to get the girls anything else?" Chuck asked Sarah.
"Need, no, want, eh maybe," Sarah answered, grinning.
"I don't expect you to do a Twilight Zone marathon, but you will do something with your family on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and perhaps even Boxing Day because you've been such a scrooge, now will you call the guys and have them bring the decorations down here?!"
"Here's the decorations," Bob said carrying a box with Fred carrying another one behind.
"That was fast," Morgan said, slowly starting to realize how Chuck had been answering him. "I'm confused." Sarah raised an eyebrow, and Chuck shook his head stopping her.
"Buddy," Chuck said calmly. "Everything you said is right. I have been a bit of a scrooge, but it's time to put that behind me. It's time to celebrate what I have instead of thinking about what I don't have."
"But, but.." Morgan wasn't sure what had happened. "When I walked in you were all down in the dumps." Chuck reached behind his monitor and pulled up an Icee.
"I told you that would give you a brain freeze," Sarah said, grinning. Chuck just looked at her, took a big slurp, and closed one eye. "Dork," she said. Chuck smiled, one hand pushed against the offending eye.
"Anyone interested in helping out a scrooge who saw the error of his ways?" Chuck asked grinning.
"I'd love to know what ghost of Christmas Walker future did to you to change your mind," Carina said.
"She just loved me," Chuck said as sappy as possible. Casey grunted and left. Sarah snuck over to Alex, trying to keep out of sight of Chuck.
"Hey," she said softly. "I need a top-secret favor." Alex looked at her.
"Don't let Morgan hear, he'll be upset I have a secret mission," she said. Sarah chuckled.
"You can't say a word to anyone about this," Sarah said, looking serious. Alex nodded. Sarah slipped her a piece of paper. Alex looked at it for a second.
"Are you sure?" Alex asked.
"No, that's why I need you to get this," Sarah responded. Alex laughed.
"No, I mean the type," Alex explained. Sarah shrugged. "Maybe I should get a few different kinds?"
"Sounds perfect," Sarah said, looking at Chuck, Morgan, and the whole commotion. "Just keep it quiet."
"Especially Chuck?" Alex asked, following her gaze.
"Especially Chuck," Sarah confirmed.
Alex snuck away, and Sarah joined in the hanging of lights, and all-around merriment. Chuck found some mistletoe and snuck a kiss in with Sarah. For the next twenty minutes everyone pitched in decorating. Alex came back, and pulled Sarah away for an important phone call. She left for about five minutes and when she returned, she looked a little nervous, but pale.
"Everything okay?" Chuck asked.
"Yeah, we're going to have a new client next year, but we'll deal with it then," Sarah said.
"Anything I can do?" Chuck asked. Sarah grinned and shoulder bumped him
"Just keep being you and being there for me," she said.
"Always," he answered. He pulled her back into the middle of the decorating, and Sarah thought somewhere Ellie was very happy.
The evening of Friday the 22nd, Sarah was studying the upstairs. She was lost in thought and nearly jumped through the ceiling when two hands gently touched her side.
"I'm sorry," Chuck said, not meaning to startle her. "I just assumed your spidey-senses would know I was around." Sarah laughed. "Hey, I know it's my fault because I wasn't in the Christmas mood when you decorated around here, but next year can we take the ornaments the kids made and put them downstairs? That's the tree we see the most." Sarah turned and gave him a look. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No," she said, tears in her eyes. "I just figured you'd want proper decorations on the main tree downstairs."
"Mah' dear," Chuck began in his most posh accent, causing Sarah to giggle. "Proper decorations are from children, because they are the love and joy of Christmas." Sarah wrapped her arms around Chuck.
"My nerd," she said, kissing him. Sometime later, he came up for air.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"This time of year always has an effect on me," she said. Chuck looked very skeptical.
"Uh-huh," he said, clearly not believing her.
"What?" she said as innocent as can be. Chuck thought about pressing it, but decided she'd tell him whatever it was when she was ready. No one liked to be questioned all the time.
"So, what were you thinking about so deeply?" he asked.
"We have rooms downstairs and a ton of space," she began. Chuck nodded.
"I thought once Clara was bigger it would be easier to have the playroom in the basement," Chuck said. Sarah nodded eagerly.
"I think we should make one of those rooms a playroom," Sarah said.
"Well," Chuck said shrugging. "There are four big bedrooms down there, a partial kitchen, and two other rooms. I once thought about putting a mancave down there. Video game room, pool table, and a fridge full of beverages and whatever I needed to make nachos." Sarah raised an eyebrow. "But, since I'm outgunned 4 to 1 right now, I've kinda nixed that idea," Chuck added quickly.
"That number could change one day," Sarah said softly, turning to look at the playroom. She couldn't see Chuck's small smile. He put his arms around her.
"You're gonna miss Emma when she moves out, aren't you?" Chuck said in an understanding voice. He pulled the smile off of his face as she whipped around.
"What do you know that I don't?"
"Well, she and Ted have been dating a lot, and one day she might want to get out of this madhouse," Chuck said. Sarah took a breath and nodded. "More of this time of year making you emotional." Sarah nodded, keeping the tears from escaping.
It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Molly was scurrying, scaring even a mouse!
"Mommy, Daddy, I HAVE TO GET TO BED BEFORE SANTA COMES!" she screamed. Sarah looked at the ceiling, and wondered how wrong it would be to kill her husband on Christmas Eve. Chuck had found an app on his phone showing where Santa was, and now, Molly was terrified. Chuck was trying to calm her, and Sarah really wanted a drink. She also wondered how they were going to build the princess castle that was downstairs to leave under the tree before the girls got up in the morning. That was another one of Chuck's brilliant ideas he had shared with her that morning.
"So you're telling me that when Santa came your toys were preassembled?" she asked.
"Yeah, it was really cool to just play with them instead of having to put them together," Chuck answered.
"And you want to do this, tonight?" Sarah asked making sure she was on the same page.
"It will be an amazing family tradition," he said.
"I could be in bed giving you a very special present in a couple of hours if it wasn't for your hairball scheme," Sarah said softly as Chuck walked by. Chuck stopped, his brain locked up. It came back online and he turned to her.
"But think of the girls' faces in the morning," Chuck countered.
"I was thinking of your face tonight," Sarah retorted. Chuck's mind blew. Sarah walked off, trying to calm Molly to get her to bed.
"THAT WASN'T FAIR!" he yelled a minute later.
"Wasn't meant to be," Sarah muttered.
"Mommy, it's Christmas Eve, you can't be mad at Daddy," Molly said.
"And, why not?"
"Because then Santa won't come see you," Molly replied sagely.
"Maybe I don't want to see him," Sarah replied. Molly quickly slammed her hands over Sarah's mouth, and looked around the room.
"She didn't mean that!"
"I di tooh," Sarah said through Molly's hands.
"She's just emotional from the time of year it is," Molly said, still looking around. Sarah smiled at her girl. Molly carefully removed her hands.
"Molly, it's fine, your father and I…we are just having a slight disagreement on what is sane or not," Sarah said, grinning.
"Mommy," Molly began.
"Yes, baby girl?"
"About my baby brother," Molly said, smiling.
"That again," Sarah said, tickling her. Molly shrieked in delight.
"Keep it down, in there!" Emma admonished. "I've nearly got Clara asleep." Sarah hugged her girl, and left the room. She walked into Emma's room, and held her arms out to Clara.
"Mama!" Clara yelled, and climbed up into Sarah's arms. The two walked downstairs, Sarah turned out all the lights but the Christmas tree and she sat on the couch just looking at it. A minute later, she felt someone beside her and an arm around her back.
"I'm really not happy with you," Sarah said, trying to keep the grin off of her face. She looked over and Chuck was watching them, smiling, tears in his eyes. "Chuck," she said softly. He shook his head.
"Just seeing you two like this, it's just beautiful. I'm going to miss it next year when she's older," he said, looking down at the little one who was nearly out. Sarah bit the inside of her jaw to keep herself quiet. The three sat there quietly long after Clara fell asleep.
"You're supposed to be a computer whiz, why can't you build a castle?!"
"You're supposed to speak 54 languages, why can't you read the instructions in any way that makes sense?"
"Amateurs," Emma said from the couch, drinking her coffee, watching the two fight.
"You think you can do better?" Sarah asked.
"No, but if I wasn't here, you'd drag him upstairs, and take care of all this frustration. You'd probably have this thing built in five minutes after that," Emma said, as she got up and left. Chuck's mouth was on the ground. Sarah watched her mother leave, got up off the ground, and grabbed Chuck's hand.
"You can't be serious?"
"Well, the way we're trying isn't working," she said. Chuck really couldn't argue with her.
Two hours later, they surveyed a toy collection that would make some toy departments jealous. Sarah held up her hand, and Chuck gave her a high-five.
"You were right," she muttered. Chuck turned to say something but was she was smiling. Chuck put his arm around her, and pulled her in.
"Just a second," she said, and ran upstairs and came back a second later with a rectangular box. She started to give it to Chuck when a voice startled them.
"SANTA'S BEEN HERE!" Molly screamed. Chuck sighed and looked at the clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. He started to say something to Molly, when Sarah stopped him and gave him the present, looking apprehensive. Chuck took the present, kissed her on the forehead and began to open it, as Molly came over. Chuck pulled out three pregnancy tests.
"Is that a peace sign?" he asked looking at one. Sarah grinned, but tears were running down her face. Chuck looked at Sarah. "I don't think these are for me," he said. Confusion covered Sarah's face.
"No, Chuck, I've taken the tests," she said.
"Oh, I know," Chuck replied. Sarah's mouth dropped. Chuck grinned. "I think this is for Molly."
"What's for me?" Molly asked.
"You knew?" Sarah asked, starting to get irritated.
"Uh, sick in the morning, tired all the time, sex drive ramped up, emotional, and worried about fitting into that dress. I may not be a former CIA agent, but I'm not stupid," he said grinning.
"What's for me?" Molly asked again.
"I've been on pins and needles wondering how you'd feel about this, and you knew, and didn't tell me," Sarah said, her voice raising an octave. "I've been scared to death how'd you'd react and you knew!"
"Wait, you were scared?" Chuck asked, looking a little hurt. "Me, you were scared about how I would react of us having a baby?
"Did you say baby?" Molly asked.
"Yes, I was scared!"
"I'm ecstatic!" Chuck replied. "You didn't have a clue when I said something about Emma or moving the playroom downstairs?"
"We're having a baby," Molly said, her voice filled with awe.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew?" Sarah asked, realizing at this point there was really nothing to be upset about.
"Why didn't you tell me you knew?" Chuck asked, knowing that messing with a pregnant former CIA agent might not be the smartest thing ever.
"I'M GETTIN' A BABY BROTHER!" Molly yelled at the top of her lungs. Both parents turned to watch Molly do something that resembled a dance. "Project OMAHA is complete!" Chuck leaned over.
"Do you want to tell her it might not be a boy," Chuck whispered.
"Naeiou," Sarah replied. "She scares me a little."
"What do we do if it's a girl?" Chuck asked. Sarah looked at him and winked.
"We keep trying," she replied. Chuck grinned.
"Merry Christmas, Sarah, I love you."
"Merry Christmas, Chuck, I love you."
Molly continued to dance, Chuck put his arm around Sarah, and looked up at the tree.
"Merry Christmas Ellie and Devon," Chuck said softly.
A/N: Merry Christmas everyone. I'm not sure how long until I get back to Sarah vs The Life Unexpected. It could be until after the first of the year, it could be tomorrow, it just depends on what all happens. Take care of yourself and I'll see you as soon as I can