A/N: This is a Blair/Nate fanfic, Some Serena/Dan. Hope you enjoy.
I Own Nothing.
Chapter one: Alone
Walking out of the elevator, Blair took the tiny hand of her four year old daughter, Scarlet Elizabeth. Her dark brown hair and petite little body is identical to her mother, but her blue eyes are a dead giveaway that she's her fathers child. Scarlet's personality is more like her father kind and soft, but mischievous at times.
Blair unlocked the door to their Manhattan apartment, and placed her new Dior purse on the couch and then walked into the kitchen to fix Scarlet some juice. It was almost eight thirty and Blair was grateful that Serena had invited them over for dinner, Scarlet enjoyed playing Ellie Humphrey and Blair was happy to have a proper adult conversation.
"Honey, go get your pajamas on and I'll be in there in a second with your juice. Why don't you pick out a story while your at it." Blair smiled.
"Okay mommy." Scarlet smiled skipping into her room.
Standing in the doorway of Scarlets room, Blair saw her little girl snuggled underneath the covers wearing her pink pajamas that her daddy bought her. Blair climbed into the bed with her and took the book sitting beside her.
"Cinderella? Are you sure? Didn't we read this one last night?" She asked looking down at the four year old.
"I'm sure." She said nodding her head.
"Okay, that's good. Always know what you want." Blair smiled opening the book and began reading.
Closing the book, Blair realized that Scarlet had fallen asleep somewhere in between the beginning and the end of the story. She kissed her lightly on the forehead, careful not to wake her, Blair tip-toed over to the door and flip the lights off before walking out and into her room.
She unzipped her dress and pulled of her headband, Blair slipped off her tights and into pink pajamas of her own. The exact one's that Scarlet's wearing, but then she realized who bought them, she realized that she had wore them last night, and every night this week and for the reason that they reminded her of him. Climbing into bed everything melted away, the day and all the bad memories just melted away when her head hit the pillow. But when she opened her eyes for a split second, Blair remembered. She's Alone.
Waking up the next morning, Blair rolled over and glanced at the clock, eight thirty. Knowing that Scarlet's father was picking her up toady, Blair jumped in a quick shower and then put on the cutest outfit she could find in her closet. She decided on a black Dior dress, a pair of Jimmy Choo pumps, a black headband and she was good to go. Blair glanced in her bedroom mirror before going into Scarlets room to wake her.
"Damn, I look good." She smiled walking past the mirror and into her daughters room.
Scarlet was still asleep when Blair walked in the room. She bent down next to her sleeping little girl and gently rubbed her back.
"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up."
"I'm tired mommy." she opened her eyes slightly and said.
"I know, but we have to get you ready because daddy's coming to get you this morning." Blair smiled picking up Scarlet from her bed and carrying her into the kitchen. Scarlet had fallen back asleep on Blair shoulder on the way to the kitchen. She sat Scarlet on the coach and placed a cinnamon pop-tart and a glass of milk in front of her to eat and drink.
"Mommy's going to go get your clothes."
"Okay." Scarlet said eating her pop-tart and watching sponge bob.
An hour later Scarlet was dressed, fed and eagerly awaiting her daddy to get there to pick her up. Blair was bringing her suit case into the living room when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Honey, go brush your teeth and I'll let daddy in." Blair smiled walking to the door.
"Okay, mommy." She said skipping into her bathroom.
Blair braced herself walking to the door, every time he dropped Scarlet off or picked her up, she braced herself. Seeing him brought a smile to her face, unlocking the door she couldn't seem to shake the excitement from her body. Just like Scarlet, Blair to was happy to see him, and opening the door she saw him standing there in his cashmere sweater and jeans, there he was.
"Hi Nate, come in." Blair smiled