Bella gurgled in her high chair happily as Dorota fed her more baby food 'Hmm. It's nice'. Dorota cooed as she carefully placed another mouth into Bella's bow lips.

Bella giggled as she watched her Dad pull a silly face. 'Mr. Chuck, stop distracting Miss. Bella' Dorota scolded as she turned away from Bella to give Chuck a strict expression.

'Yes Maam' Chuck quipped before turning back to Bella who was bouncing with life. Bella was wearing a little pink smock dress with a matching head band, if it wasn't for the white bib, her clothes would have been covered with baby food. Her smile could light up the whole room, she reached out her arms expectantly.

Dorota took another spoonful out of baby food 'No, no. Miss Bella. You finish your dinner before you go play' she murmured to the 9 month old baby. Dorota attempted to feed it her but Bella kept her mouth shut. Chuck smirked to himself as he watched his little girl start to go into her tantrum mode.

'Nu, nu' Bella said as she hid her face with her little hands.

Dorota put the food down on the worktop and put her hands on her hips 'now, now Miss Bella. You eat' she said softly.

Bella thrashed her arms around her and started wailing. Chuck quickly strode towards her and swooped her up 'Shh. Baby' he hushed in her ears softly as he held her gently and rocked her into a calm motion. She stopped sobbing as she hid her tear stained face in the crook of his neck. He turned to Dorota who now had a look of anger on her face 'You can go Dorota' he muttered as he turned himself away and buried his face in his daughter's soft brown curls. He hated seeing his little princess crying. Blair was the same too when it came to Bella, it was known to everyone that their daughter had them truly wrapped her little finger.

He could hear soft little snores coming from Bella as he rubbed her small back soothingly. Just then he noticed Blair striding in with a full smile on her face 'Hey' She said as she walked up to her husband and her daughter. She stroked Bella's hair and then gave Chuck a kiss on the lips. 'How's our little girl doing today?' she asked in a half whisper.

'Well we went to the park earlier and she had all of New York's socialite gushing over her' he said as he began to recall the scene. He and Bella had been minding their own business as he strolled through central park with Bella shouting 'Dada. Dada' in her stroller. Then all of a sudden, elderly women were cooing over Bella saying 'Oh isn't she lovely' and 'Ahh. Isn't she beautiful' Chuck couldn't wait to get out of there.

Blair nodded 'It always happens when I'm out with her too. But what can I say. She is a Waldorf-Bass.' she murmured to herself almost. It was true, their daughter was like an angel. She had been blessed with her mother's soft curls, pale skin, little button nose and bow shaped lips. The only features she had of her father's was his eyes and the same colour hair. She was the perfect mixture of her parents.

'I have to agree with you there. Our daughter is without a doubt. Perfection' Chuck countered. He began to place his sleeping daughter in his arms. She stirred softly as she pouted with her delicate lips. Blair watched her daughter's gracefulness. She placed a finger on her left cheek and stroked absently.

'We should put her in her crib' Blair said without taking her eyes off Bella.

Chuck nodded in agreement 'And finish where we left off this morning' he said with a smirk playing on his lips.

Blair nudged him lightly without waking Bella 'Yes. You have been good today' she teased. Chuck moved to the living room where he laid Bella in her crib that was made especially for her. Blair bent down beside him and they watched together as Bella opened her mouth to let out a small yawn. Her little hands were balled up in fists and she turned to her side to sleep even more. Blair placed the blanket over her before tugging at Chuck's arm.

Chuck slowly crept up with Blair and they backed away as soundlessly as they could. Just as they got into the bedroom with Blair giving Chuck passion filled kisses, a whimper could be heard from the monitor. The cries got louder in a matter of seconds. They both groaned. 'Our daughter is truly a Waldorf-Bass' Chuck smirked.

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