Blair tasted the sweet liquor on her tongue. She knew it was wrong. She knew it was unlike her. And she knew that she shouldn't be doing it. But she just wanted to kill it. Kill it. Chuck Bass' spawn was inside her. Sure, it wasn't that big, and yeah it was helpless. Blair was in control of everything. Everything that went in inside her mind and then eventually her body. She prayed she would miscarry.
Suddenly, she felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She clutched it and realized that the baby hadn't agreed with the alcohol.
And then someone's hands were on her bare shoulders. She tried to shrug them off, but they stayed there.
"That wasn't very smart, Blair." Someone tsked at her.
She spun around and saw his smirk. "Leave me alone!" she snarled. She picked up her bar napkin and wiped at her eyes that were dropping tears.
He picked her up and threw her carefully over his shoulder. She pounded on his back. "DANGER!"
"Oh shut up, Blair. Everyone knows that you're pregnant. And frankly, I don't know why the bartender was serving you. I'm going to have Bart sue him." he spoke with a matter-of-fact tone clear in his voice.
She sighed and went limp, "Where are you taking me, anyways?"
"Hospital." He paused, "That alcohol cannot in any way be good for the baby."
Blair groaned. "Why do you care?"
"Because that's my baby in there," he paused. "our baby, actually. And I cannot see why you don't care."
~xoxo~
Blair rolled her eyes as she rubbed her stomach. It was humongous. She was 3 days over her due date and it was killing her. Her maternity clothes barely fit. And Chuck was angry with her over something she had said about Bart. As much as Chuck absolutely despised his father, he couldn't handle the insults that came with him.
She threw her phone down on the bed and walked over to the nursery that was across the hall. She found Serena sitting on the floor crying.
Blair wasn't completely sure how she'd gotten in. Dorota had been asleep, of course, clearly exhausted over Blair's 3 false alarms.
"S?" Blair asked. Her back was breaking from the strength of the baby. "How did you get in?"
"Simply walked in, B," she said as she turned around. Her cheeks were puffy and her side bangs were pasted to the side of her forehead. Her black mascara was smudging down her cheeks and the white eye shadow that she was sporting was half on one eye and half off the other. "like, it's not locked while you're pregnant." She laughed like she was amused. "Like you're waiting for Chuck to walk in and waltz you off your feet."
Blair backed up, "S, what's up?"
"Dan and his little sister, Booby." She snarled. "I hate him. So much. His stupid love poems and now he's talking about how hot and heavy he wants to get with me. Well, I'm done with sex for a while. At least until you're done complaining about pregnancy."
Blair sighed and sat down on the rocker. "Look, our condom broke, S. And…babies can be erased. Don't let that stop you from your fun. As much as I despise Mr. Brooklyn, I want you to be happy."
~xoxo~
Chuck laid on his bed with his headphone jammed into his ears. He heard a knock at his door and sat up.
The maid, Cortlynne was standing at the door. She was young, and Chuck thought she resembled a house bunny. She wore ridiculous pink skirts and purple tights.
"Chuck?" she walked in. Today her angel blond hair was pulled on top of her head in a bun and she had the black house phone against her shoulder. "Chuck, phone."
He groaned. He didn't get the concept of house phones. What was the big idea? What was the need to call on a ridiculous extra bill whenever you could reach Chuck on Facebook or his cell phone? He snatched the phone and Cortlynne stood back. "Get out!" he pushed her out.
She blushed and walked out of his room. He pressed the phone to his ear.
"What?" he asked.
"Mister Chuck! Mister Chuck!" a Mexican woman's voice screamed. "Mister Chuck!"
"What, Dorota?" he snapped. He looked down at his fingers and stood from his bed. He grabbed his blue file and filed at his claws.
"Mister Chuck, Miss Blair is in hospital! Get here fast! She need you!" she hadn't quite gotten the concept of grammar.
Chuck groaned. "Right now?"
"Mister Chuck, babies no waiting for you! Get here quick!" she screamed.
Chuck rolled his eyes and picked up his black button up vest. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll be there."
He hung up on her and grabbed his phone and his English textbook. He'd failed the last test, so he decided that while he was waiting for Blair to push his kid out of her private area, he could at least study a bit on dialogue. He called Alexander, the guy who was driving the limo while his regular driver, Leo was out sick with his daughter, Amanda.
Chuck was out on the sidewalk ten minutes later with a smoothie and his belongings. He grabbed his seat in the back of the limo and took a sip of his smoothie. He found it bland so he snapped his finger and the vodka spun out onto a tray. He dumped some in his smoothie and sipped hard on it. He found it to be a tad bit better and sat back against the seat. He thought about Blair giving birth. She'd had a rough pregnancy and had continuously tried to kill the baby. He was afraid birthing the baby would kill her just like it had his mother. What if it did? What would Chuck do with a baby? A baby…. He wasn't even sure if the baby was a boy or a girl.
~xoxo~
Blair screamed and shuddered as the baby was tearing her apart to get through her. The doctor's eyes went wide and he put his hands out.
And after another push, Blair's baby came out and started screaming at the top of it's lungs.
Then the afterbirth. It was disgusting, and even Eleanor screamed at the blood and the placenta.
Blair began panting. It was like whenever she'd just had sex and it had been rough. Her first time wasn't as painful as birthing that kid. That kid was hers and Blair didn't even want it.
Sure, she hadn't seen him yet. And everyone said, that after you met the kid, breastfed it, and then named it, it got better and she would fall in love with it.
Blair wasn't so sure. She didn't understand what the big deal about babies was! Babies-all they did was: poop, sleep, scream, cry, tug at your boobs, and keep you up all night. Babies were stupid.
Even Blair's baby-which was bound to be perfect-was going to be the ugliest thing ever, probably. Babies weren't even very cute, in Blair's mind. Blair had been cute. She'd had the lovely blackish brown hair and long, pretty eyelashes. Her mother had also designed all of her clothes, besides the ones given to Eleanor by her friends. Blair had been stylish and adorable.
Blair's baby was probably going to be an ugly little rat with cheap clothes. Probably be fat too. Blair had been the perfect size, and had grown up perfectly too. She'd gained her father's nice figure, and her mother's beautiful face. She hadn't gotten the attitude from either of them, but was often told by her grandmother's old friends, that she was like her. Just like her.
~xoxo~
Chuck took one look at his daughter and knew he had the perfect name for the little girl.
My little baby girl, Audrey. He thought. He knew that it was to make Blair happy, but he actually loved the name.
Audrey, Blair, and Chuck. ABC.
Audrey went perfectly with the idea of creating an alphabet. Not that either of them wanted more than three children.
And so it went. Blair agreed to Audrey, though she didn't take much interest at even looking at the baby girl. Birth certificate was looked at by both parents and Audrey was finally for real.
Going home. Bye Eleanor. TTYL –Chuck
Alright. How's the bb? –Eleanor
Fine. Name: Audrey Renee Bass –Chuck
Lovely… & how's blair doing? –Eleanor
Fine. I think. She doesn't take much of an interest in Aud. I think she's upset about becoming a teen mom. –Chuck
Yeah. Well, ily all! Kisses. –Eleanor
Chuck placed a kiss on the top of Audrey's head and shut his phone down.
~xoxo~
As soon as Chuck left, Blair picked Audrey up out of her crib and placed her on her chest. Audrey was perfect. She had thin brown hair and long eyelashes. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue, and when Blair first saw Audrey, she told the doctors how nobody that she knew of in either of the families, had dark blue eyes. The doctor was quick to explain that although the baby had blue eyes now, it didn't necessarily mean she would have them forever.
As soon as Chuck had come to see Blair and Audrey, Blair lost interest in Audrey, as she soon realized that that was Chuck's baby as well as hers. They were going to have to play nice and share. She wondered how life as a parent would be. Audrey really was perfect. Blair adored her, although she wasn't completely sure if she was going to be a good mother. She hoped. She wished. She prayed. It was hard for her to speak to God, and it was the first time that Blair had actually turned to religion for help. She knew it shouldn't be so hard, but it was.
Audrey really was perfect. She had the perfect name, thanks to Chuck. And as much as Blair didn't want to admit it-she was truthfully glad that Chuck had thought that the baby girl looked like an Audrey. Renee had also been his idea, for a middle name. It fell perfectly off her tongue, like a name should. Audrey Renee Bass.
She picked up her phone and went to her contacts. She slowly put it on silent and then sent a text to Serena.
Hey. –Blair
Hey. –Serena
We're okay. –Blair
Good. How's the…baby? –Serena
Girl. She's fine. Chuck named her by HIMSELF! Audrey Renee Bass. Do u like it? –Blair
Beautiful. Aunt Serena wants 2 see her soon. –Serena
How's about 2morro? U can bring me some clothes for her & me? –Blair
Sounds good. I can't wait! –Serena
Me neither! She's beautiful. Audrey. I finally have a daughter named AUDREY! –Blair
Haha, I know. Never thought the day would come, eh? –Serena
Nope! I always thought I would have n Audrey, but so soon? –Blair
Yep! I know how u feel! –Serena
(: well, I'll send u a picture, but then I'm going to sleep! –Blair
K. ILY, B. –Serena
*PICTURE MESSAGE* I love you too, S. Audrey… -Blair
(: love her –Serena
Me too. I think I really do. –Blair
Good. –Serena