A/N: Because I'm not really inspired to update my other multi-chap fics tonight, I don't have any oneshots popping up in my head, and I refuse to waste good writing time when I have so little of it these days. *nod* This fic is my second BoB preview finally written out! =D Idea #15 won on my poll, so here it is! Remember, this is set after S2 (yet still in the distant future). The show did not specifically say that B knew about how Chuck's mom died (even if in S3 we find out she didn't). So, this is going off the idea that Chuck's mom died and no one knows how except for Chuck, Bart, and Dan…until Dan tells her. XD Enjoy!

*requested by pinkberry (from fanpop…I think)

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Ch.1—Unexpected

Positive.

Her lips parted, and for a moment she just stood there in shock.

She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby. Chuck and Blair were going to have a baby.

Excitement bubbled up from her stomach. She could hardly wait to tell him. She knew he would be ecstatic. The thrill had shown all over his face when she'd accepted his love confession just after their high school graduation, and then again when she had accepted his proposal and didn't run away from him at the altar. But…a baby? All their own? Distinctly Chuck and Blair 100%?

That sounded incredible, and would scare the hell out of everyone they knew…soon after their initial joy.

She knew he'd be thrilled.

It was extremely hard to keep the revelation to herself, but she wanted him to know first and he was working. Telling him that she'd just discovered she was pregnant with his child wasn't exactly something she wanted to do over the phone. She wanted to do something special to build up to the event. Maybe she'd set up some sort of a romantic dinner; dim the lights, light candles, have the hottest sex of their lives… after their little rendezvous she could break the news—or during, perhaps? She laughed. That would catch him off-guard. Though…knowing him he would suspect something throughout the whole transaction.

She sighed, but any dimming happiness rejuvenated in a heartbeat when she remembered that she was carrying his baby. Her heart fluttered with joy at the thought. She could not stop smiling for anything. She tried to think of what his reaction would be. As a sixteen year old, he probably wouldn't have expected to have any offspring period, unless he forgot a condom some fateful night. Images of the night she lost her virginity flooded through her mind. She got goosebumps.

Too bad she couldn't fast forward the day, until Chuck came walking through their front door. She looked at the clock. Still three more hours until he would come home. Her longing for him increased dramatically. She'd been missing him all morning, but the aching need she felt for him in those long moments of his absence had temporarily lessened in the excitement over the fact of the two of them being parents. Blair put a hand over her still flat tummy. Her cheeks flushed at the knowledge of what now laid inside there. She had to tell Chuck, or at least Serena—somebody!

She decided she could call Chuck, and just gush about missing him. He would probably be so skeptical that he'd come home early! She hoped at least. It would completely ruin any plans for a pre-informing romantic evening she had in mind, but she had to release her crackling energy somehow. Kissing Chuck fiercely when he skeptically walked through the door would not cause disappointment on his end, she knew.

She fingered through the contacts list in her phone, scrolling down madly and hardly realizing the number—or the name rather—she had pressed. She was bouncing with excitement and forced herself to leave the bathroom and go sit on the couch, though that did not stop the anxious fidgeting of her feet on the carpet. She decided the bed was the best way to go, but of course that wonderful plus sign was still sitting on its stick in the bathroom, so she went back in there and closed the door before plopping back down on the bed in their bedroom. She couldn't let herself be tempted to spill out all the news the instant he answered the phone. Knowing the pregnancy test was out in the open would only increase those odds.

"Blair?"

Her eyebrows fused in confusion and sudden disappointment. She pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at the screen that so clearly showed Dan Humphrey's name and number. She sighed, thoroughly irritated by the knowledge that she hadn't deleted Dan's number from her phone.

"Hello?" She heard him say. She shook her head, moving the phone back to its original location on her ear.

"Humphrey?"

There seemed to be an ease in his breathing pattern suddenly but she did not really care what for. Surely, he had not thought that someone had stolen her phone and called him, or worse—that she had cared enough to prank call him herself. He may have helped her with a few things during their college experience, but they were definitely not what you would call friends.

"Di—did you call me?" he asked, clearly as confused as she had been.

Her eyes closed in quiet annoyance. She did not want to waste her time explaining the reason for her unintended call to him. "Yes. On accident. It won't happen again." She rolled her eyes, making to hang up.

"Wait, Blair!"

She held the phone in mid-air, truly not wanting to listen to whatever he had to say—regardless if it had to do with her or not.

"What, Humphrey?"

She was almost grumpy, and he knew not to dawdle when that type of energy came flowing from any girl's lips, let alone Blair Bass.

"Why, I mean—rather how—"

She sighed testily.

He gulped, forcing his mind and his lips to speed along the process.

"How did you accidentally call me?"

Her eyes narrowed. "That's none of your business." She didn't know why she was defending herself or why he was so curious about the whole transaction, but she still felt the need to. He didn't have the right to question her. In hindsight, she wondered if her hormones had already started to kick in.

"You must have been in some sort of a ru—"

"Daniel Humphrey!"

His eyes widened. Since when did Blair Bass call him by his first and last name?

She cleared her throat, and quickly gathered her thoughts in a pristine, organized fashion. "If you must know, I've got some pressing news I need to tell Chuck."

"I…see." He still sounded confused.

"What?" she asked, fuming and finding her temper hard to control. She didn't know how she had gotten so sucked into this conversation with Cabbage Patch, of all people, but now she had to know what he was assuming. She wouldn't have him snickering about her reaction to what he said with that Abrams snitch later.

"N-nothing, it's none of my business."

She rolled her eyes, flinging her hand to rest on her hip. Now, he decides it's none of his business. "Humphrey."

He had never been very good at rebelling Blair when she was commanding him, but that didn't change the fact that he seriously regretted pressing her for information. He just had an eerie feeling about it, like he knew what she had so anxiously been planning to tell Chuck. It was as if he'd felt her excitement slip away when she'd realized it was him and not her husband of two and a half years.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" The knowledge he held in his hands, eagerly waiting to be spread among the masses, was so very close to slipping past his lips. Chuck would hate him for it, but his Humphrey conscience told him Blair should know. Belatedly, he realized husband and wife would more often than not share something as personal as this.

She was startled by his blatant, knowing question but said nothing. She only pursed her pink-tinted ruby lips and waited for what he would say next. She didn't even want to know a little bit how he knew about her recently discovered condition or why she's even still talking to him. It shouldn't matter so much what Dan Humphrey thinks of Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass and them producing an heir. But it does a little bit. Cabbage Patch is occasionally trustworthy, even if he's untrustworthy more often. She has to know what's on his mind. if he doesn't tell her now, she'll track him down; because it's what she does, and he should know better.

"Do you know how his mother died?"

Something deadly and dangerous fell into her stomach. It was quickly replaced by anger, but she couldn't forget the fact that there was a huge possibility that Dan knew something she didn't, and it seriously bothered her. Especially since it had to do with Chuck, and she should be the one to know everything that has to do with her husband.

"Of course," she spat, trying to come off as more dominating and like he's the tiniest insect on earth for even thinking she knew anything but the truth. However, he sensed that little bit of doubt hanging off the tip of her tongue. She scoffed in the brief silence, wary of just what he might be thinking, and increasingly annoyed that he even contemplated he would have known something about that painful subject in Chuck's life—and that she would not.

"How?"

He wasn't daring at her, but she took it as that, because it would have been that had it been Chuck talking to her. Her eyes narrowed. "Like I would—"

"A plane crash when Chuck was six, right?"

Her lips parted and an eerie chill ripped up her spine. He shouldn't know this much. She shook her head confidently, wishing he could see it, so one of them would believe in what she hoped to pass off as all-knowing. "Humphrey, I think—"

"Well, it wasn't. She died in childbirth, Chuck told me himself."

The silence that fell over them the next fifteen seconds was literally killing him. He shouldn't have been so cocky about what he'd said, probably hadn't been, but the words had been and now it's physically hurting him to know that she hasn't hung up yet. The dial tone hasn't made itself known yet, but what he said had obviously not gone over well, since she had spoken a word since his confession. He wasn't even sure she was breathing. Maybe she just didn't care, though that was a highly unlikely scenario.

"I'm sorry I had to be the one to—"

"Is that all?"

"What?" his forehead creased. Somehow he hadn't expected her to go all ignorant on him. He had been so sure she would've taken him seriously.

BEEP.

"Oh, incoming call, sorry," she quickly hung up on him, somewhat grateful that she had a legitimate reason for cutting the conversation short. She did have an incoming call.

But she couldn't answer it. Not now. Not after that. Instead, she swallowed hard and ignored the ringing sound, silencing her phone and burying it under her pillow. Feeling very unnerved, she re-entered the bathroom and pushed the positive pregnancy into the trashcan. She would deal with that little factor later. Suddenly, the last thing she wanted to do was tell her beloved husband that he was going to be a father.

Beneath their pillows on the bed, Blair's hidden phone flashed a few times and then resumed its hibernating mode.

2 MISSED CALLS FROM CHUCK

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A/N: Okay, I seriously was going to add another scene after what I had from the preview. But by the time I went through and reworded some things and fixed some grammar mistakes, I was…not wanting to add more. XD Haha. Just more excitement for next chapter though, I'm sure. Lol. This fic'll be a bit fluffier than the other current multi-chap fics, and so obviously not as long. XD It will definitely not be priority either since GWK is most current and I've been writing tE & F for what feels like forever – in reality, only months. Lol. I hope you enjoyed this beginning nonetheless, and will continue to read. =) Please review!