A/N: Ok well i got the idea for this story because of that new show on the CW, "Life Unexpected". I decided to give it a try, so please tell me if i should continue writing it!
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Chuck Bass was awakened from his sleep, as his Blackberry went off loudly.
"Fuck," he muttered searching for it on his nightstand.
When he finally grabbed it, he picked up without checking who it was.
"Who the fuck is this?" he grumbled into his phone.
"Is this Chuck Bass?" a familiar, yet not totally recognizable female voice asked.
"Yes, it is. And again I ask who the fuck is this?" Chuck said, rubbing his forehead.
"Chuck…its Blair Waldorf," the female sighed into the phone.
Immediately, Chuck sat up on his bed. Blair Waldorf. That name meant so much to him. It brought back good memories, and bad memories. She was the only girl he had fallen in love with. She used to be his best friend Nate Archibald's girlfriend. But once dear Nathaniel decided to cheat on her with school whore, Georgina Sparks, Chuck finally got a shot with the girl of his dreams. Ultimately, they ended up together. They shared a love and a passion for each other that no one thought possible. Especially since Blair was Queen Bee and Chuck was a total womanizer. Nevertheless, they understood each other perfectly. But that perfect yet dysfunctional love came to an end at the start of freshman year in college. With the passing of Chuck's father, he became CEO of Bass Industries, making him work long hours. Those long, treacherous hours began to take a toll on Chuck and he became cranky and moody; starting fights with Blair for no reason. But she stood by him and dealt with it for the first year. And just as they had begun to mend their relationship, she left him without so much as goodbye. He had been heartbroken, but he got over it, and focused on making his company flourish. Now she was back in his life.
"Waldorf, it's been a while," Chuck finally replied.
"It has. 15 years. And I know this might seem strange considering the situation we were in last time we spoke…but it's crucial that we meet and talk," Blair spoke rapidly into the phone.
"And why would I do that? After you left me 15 years ago, confused, and wondering what the fuck I did wrong, blaming myself for the break-up. But you...you left without so much as 'bye'. So tell me Blair, why would I want to meet up and talk with you?" Chuck seethed into the phone.
"Because… we have a daughter," Blair whispered, but Chuck heard it.
"What?"
"Just come over to the Waldorf-Astoria, and ask for room 1117. I'll see you then," Blair said rapidly, hanging up as soon as she was done.
"Blair! Blair!" Chuck yelled into his Blackberry, but was met with the dial tone.
"Fuck," he muttered, as he got out of bed, and got ready to go see Blair…for the first time in 15 years. Plus he was going to meet his estranged daughter. What a great way to start off the morning.
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Chuck finally decided on wearing a white dress shirt, dress jacket, and black pants. He gelled his hair a bit and was ready to go. He had called his driver, Arthur, and told him to have the limo ready. And as soon as he was outside, the limo was waiting for him.
"Where to, Mr. Bass?" Arthur asked
"Waldorf-Astoria," Chuck replied, closing his eyes & pinching the bridge of his nose.
Arthur nodded and began driving.
Chuck couldn't believe it, after all these years he was finally going to see Blair again. He thought that would never happen. And yet, here they were. About to meet because, they have a daughter. A daughter he never even knew about.
"This is not my day," he muttered under his breath.
He took out his Blackberry and searched through his pictures, until he found the one he was looking for. It was taken a week before Blair left him, when they had begun mending their relationship. He chuckled a bit, as the memory played through his mind.
It was a cool winter day, as Chuck and Blair strolled down Central Park. Chuck had one arm wrapped around Blair's waist and Blair was resting her head on his shoulder. This was her favorite time of year. The atmosphere changed completely all around New York City. And everyone was in great spirits, including Chuck; who had been very cranky lately. She sighed in pure bliss.
As they strolled past the lake, Blair noticed the little ducks, waddling around happily. She let out a little gasp, and her eyes widened.
"Chuck, can we feed the ducks, please?" Blair whined, giving him the sad puppy eyes. She knew he hated ducks, but she also knew he'd do it anyway.
"Blair…," Chuck groaned
"Please," Blair pouted
"Fine," he chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Her smiled widened, and she took out the loaves of bread she had stored in a brown bag.
"How did you know I was going to say yes?" Chuck asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because, you're a sucker for my puppy eyes," she laughed.
"True," he smiled.
"Now, come on Bass. Help me feed the little duckies," she giggled, grabbing Chuck's hand and pulling him towards the lake.
After a few minutes, the bread was gone.
The happy couple continued strolling down the park, when Blair spoke.
"Let's take a picture!"Blair exclaimed.
"I'm incompetent when it comes to cameras. I swear, they hate me," Chuck chuckled.
Blair rolled her eyes and smiled before speaking.
"I beg to differ, now come on Bass, let's take a picture," Blair smiled.
"I don't have a camera," he sighed.
"Then use your phone."
"Fine," Chuck muttered, searching inside his coat pocket, until he found it.
"Ok, now let's look that way, and you hold up your phone like this, and voila! You take a picture," Blair chuckled.
Chuck smirked, as they posed like Blair said.
"Ok take the picture," she smiled.
He clicked the button, and FLASH. The picture was taken.
"Let me see," Blair smiled.
"Here," Chuck chuckled, handing her the phone.
"It's perfect," she grinned.
"You're perfect," Chuck smiled, grabbing his phone, and giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
"I love you," Blair said, locking her doe brown eyes with his chocolate brown ones.
"I love you too," Chuck said, pulling her in for another breath taking kiss.
"Mr. Bass, we're here," Arthur said, breaking Chuck's focus.
"Thank you," he muttered, getting out of the limo, and heading inside the hotel.
When he got to the front desk, he was met with an old lady.
"Welcome to the Waldorf-Astoria sir. Reservations?" she asked, turning her gray eyes to him.
"No actually, I'm here to visit an old friend. Ms. Blair Waldorf, room 1117," he acknowledged.
The old lady called Blair's room, and asked if she was expecting him. The old lady hung up the phone, and nodded for Chuck to go upstairs.
Chuck said thank you and then headed to the elevator.
The elevator ride went by too slow for his taste, but there was nothing he could do about it. As the time passed he began to get nervous and he began fidgeting. Until finally, he arrived at her floor. Her room was the last one at the end of the hallway. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
He heard footsteps and then a few minutes later, the door opened to reveal Blair.
Chuck inhaled a sharp breath as he laid eyes on Blair. She still looked as perfect and beautiful as always. Her brown curls were up in a bun, and she was wearing a light pink blouse, with a grey pencil skirt, and matching flats.
"Chuck," Blair said, her brown eyes watering a little.
"Blair," he breathed.
"Come in," she said, her smile faltering a bit.
He gulped as he walked inside her suite. It was definitely Blair's style. A mix of modern and classic. It was then he noticed the silhouette of a girl in her teen years, sleeping on the couch.
"Is that..?" Chuck asked Blair, pointing to the sleeping girl.
"That's our daughter. Her name's Emily," she answered, her voice breaking at the end.
"I…," he began, but was cut off as Blair put a finger to her lips, motioning him to be quiet.
She pointed to the balcony, and they both stepped outside, closing the door behind them.
"Blair, why didn't you tell me?" Chuck asked.
"I was young and afraid. And you were already so stressed with work; I just thought that I would become a burden to you, by bringing her into our life. So I decided to leave, because I thought it was for the best," Blair answered, one salty tear sliding down her cheek.
"Blair, you would never be burden to me. You could've told me and we could've worked something out. When you left me, I was devastated; though I don't admit it. But I was. You were the one girl I opened myself up to; I loved you like no other. It made me feel like you didn't care. As if I was just one of the many chapters in your life, and you just moved on," he said, shaking his head.
"But I did care! That's why I left, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. But you have to know Chuck, though I left you behind my feelings remained the same. And I'm sorry… but you never came after me either," she acknowledged.
"Of course I didn't. What do you think was the first thing that came to mind, when you left me without a goodbye? That you were with another guy. And I loved you enough that I thought that maybe I should let you be happy with the other guy, because that's what you wanted. I never thought that it was because you were pregnant," Chuck sighed.
"I guess we're both to blame then."
They stayed silent until a small tap was heard.
They looked up to see their daughter had awakened, and she was telling them to open the door. Blair unlocked it, and let her daughter out.
"Emily...I want you to meet Chuck Bass, your father."
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A/N: Reviews are always appreciated!