Pink Changes Everything
Summary: When you're little pink is always your favorite color, that is until your eighteen and that color is staring back at you. Chuck/Blair
Rating: T
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
AN: Hmm...not sure what this is. Should I continue? I am coming back to my old stopping grounds, of my ever beloved Chuck and Blair!
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When you're little your favorite color is always pink, because you're a girl.
When you're eighteen and still in college pink becomes your least favorite color.
She sits on the bathroom floor staring at the test in front of her. She's pregnant and there is nothing she can do about it.
Once, when she was younger, thirteen to be exact, she'd had an eating disorder. This stemmed from many reasons. She came clean to her mother and her mother immediately took her to the doctor. That's when she found out she couldn't have children from the damage.
Yet, here she was and she was positive the test, was in fact correct, and she is most definitely pregnant.
She knows it's not the end of the world because she does have a loving boyfriend, but she scared nonetheless.
It all started when she noticed she was late. She was by far never let. She thought it was stress, seeing as NYU had been keeping her stress level at an all-new high, but she was still concerned.
When she was two weeks late, she knew. She sat on their bed and cried for what seemed like forever.
The next week, while in his arms, she woke to a nauseous stomach. She gently raised his arm and went to the farthest bathroom. He didn't hear, because once back in bed, he was still asleep.
In the previous days, she noticed another change. While they were having intercourse, she noticed every time he came near her breasts, they hurt. Another visible sign, he thankfully, didn't notice her slight discomfort.
She now wished her favorite color had been blue, because that was the opposite color, not staring back at her.
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She might not have realized it, but he knew something was wrong with her.
Once, a couple of weeks ago, he noticed she got up early in the morning, she wasn't an early riser. He was also very much awake when she got back in bed.
Another reason he knew was because she winced when they'd had sex. A clear sign he thought.
He opened the door to their apartment and saw that she was nowhere insight. She wasn't usually here at this time, so he figured he could do some snooping.
He walked to the bathroom only to find she was in fact here. She sat on the floor looking more fragile than a person should look. He then realized what she was holding.
He sighed.
She looked at him. And he knew.
He went to sit down beside her. She looked at him with big brown (scared) eyes, and he took her hand in his.
They sat for what seemed like forever.
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