Everyone was elbow deep in their summer plans. Serena was galavanting through Paris. Dan hadn't really spoken to his father much since him and Lily decided to spend the three hot months at her Hampton's house. Jenny was in Hudson with their mother, trying to separate herself from Manhattan and the poisons that came along with it. Vanessa was in Vermont, and Nate was flipping through Chuck's little black book. And well, Chuck. No one knew where he was...
That left Dan. He was sitting at the kitchen counter in the loft. An array of notebooks and crumpled papers were splayed out before him. He'd promised himself that he'd finish his fictional short story writing requirement needed to get into the ultra-exclusive writing seminar -taught by his favorite author, James Harper - by the end of the summer.
"Ugh," He grunted and crumpled yet another piece of loose-leafed paper in his hand. His story was about a young man being forced to weather the storm that was Manhattan's upper-east side and do so with Chloe St. John -hotel heiress of St. John's hotels- on his arm. Original...but he was always told to write what he knew and that was what he knew, whether he liked it or not.
His phone was sitting silently on the counter next to his mess. He hadn't heard from Serena since she left last week. He had wanted to text her. Actually, he had wanted to get on a plane and meet her in Paris, but he knew that the second option was irrational. He picked up his phone, easily flipping it open and pulled up Serena's number.
'Hey, just wanted to see how you were doing. Text me back. I miss you. -Dan'
Hey Serena, I miss you. New York's not the same without. Can't wait until you come home. -Dan'
'Hey! Miss you. Come home soon -Dan'
After typing several desperate text messages Dan opted to not say anything and snapped the phone shut. Before Serena left Dan had wanted to tell her that she still haunted his every thought and he had never stopped loving her, but then she got on a plane and took off to Paris with her best friend, Blair. Leaving Dan behind was the best thing for Serena according to Blair, but Dan knew that the reason he couldn't write the perfect short story entry for the seminar was because thinking about Serena was distracting him.
A light rap on the door interrupted his thinking. He groaned again, annoyed by the interruption, dropped the pen he was holding onto the counter, and slipped off the bar stool.
Dan flung open the door, fully intent on yelling at the person on the other side for interrupting him and giving them an earful about how important this short story was to his writing career, but his mind went blank when he saw the girl with long legs, pale skin, dark brown hair, and huge doe eyes. That's not what shocked him the most, though. It was the growing bulge poking out under her sequined tank top. Her familiar pouty red lips stretched into a smile when she took in his obvious discomfort.
"Congratulations, Daddy," She said in a sing-songy voice.
Dan stared dumfounded at Georgina Sparks. Even with her swollen ankles she'd still managed to stuff her feet into six inch Louboutin's and was wearing a pair of Eleanor Waldorf jeans. What made him more sick than the pregnant stomach and her chilling words, were the suitcases collected at her feet.
"You are going to invite your baby-mama inside, right?" She peeked around Dan and into the small loft, taking in the empty space.
Dan nodded and stepped aside, opening the door wider to let Georgina inside. She stepped into the loft, her high-heels click clacking against the wood floors. She stopped in the middle of the small living room and crossed her arms over her sequined-covered chest.
"Before you say anything," She sighed. "The baby is yours. I already took the liberty of having a prenatal paternity test." Georgina shuffled through her purse and pulled out a manilla envelope handing it to Dan.
Dan read over the papers inside. Sure enough a doctor had signed the dotted line, stating that Daniel Humphrey was the father of the baby. He looked up at Georgina over the papers, raising his eyebrows.
"My parents kicked me out," She pouted, resting her arms over her large belly. "I need a place to stay." She nodded to the suitcases in the hallway and covertly eyed the loft's open floor plan.
Dan knew the odds were good although he'd been careful, no form of contraception had a one hundred percent guarantee. He exhaled the breath he was holding and nodded. "You can stay here," He decided and sidled over to Georgina's suitcases in the doorway.
Over the next month Dan had managed to avoid his father by sending short to the point texts and using his short story as an excuse for his constant absences at family events. Georgina was just short of nine months and August was around the corner. The OB/GYN she went to said that the baby could come any day.
Dan didn't want anyone to see Georgina and her swollen stomach, especially before he had the chance to tell his father himself. So, besides the walk from the apartment to a waiting cab for doctors appointments she stayed inside the loft. Dan left once or twice a week for groceries or to find things that fit Georgina's cravings, but other than that the two of them soaked up each other's company by researching baby names and lounging across the couch. Dan for one was ready to rip his hair out if the two of them had to be kept cooped up together for another second.
Dan was wandering the streets of Brooklyn, swinging plastic grocery bags with every step. He was in no hurry to get back to Georgina, he'd rather put off rubbing her feet and spreading anti-stretch mark cream on her bulging belly. He loved their baby, but he hated how every time Georgina opened her mouth it was to complain. Dan would often lay awake and think about how much easier this would be if it was Serena carrying his baby.
His phone rang in his back pocket. Georgina's number flashed across the small LED screen. He sighed and flipped open the phone. "Yes, Georgina," He said in a patronizing tone.
There was no answer on the other line. Through the phone Dan heard Georgina's ragged, short breaths. "It's coming!" She called out through a painful contraction.
Dan froze in his tracks, nearly dropping the small cell phone on the concrete. His heart raced in his chest and he took off, running as fast as his feet would carry him. He swiftly dodged the innocent pedestrians who walked by with their dogs and children. He passed them quickly, but barely saw there faces, only intent on holding his son or daughter in his arms soon.
The hospital room was small and a strong sterile smell hung in the air. Dan felt as though the walls were going to collapse in on the two of them. Georgina huffed and puffed through another contraction. Her hair was matted with a thin shin of sweat and her body was mapped by a jungle of wires and needles. Dan was posted at her left side, wearing sea green scrubs and cradling a cup of ice chips in the crook of his elbow. He carefully reviewed the lamaze breathing techniques he learned from a Youtube video, reminding Georgina that this would all be over soon.
Dr. Smith, Georgina's OB/GYN, was a tall, thin man, with salt and peppered hair. He entered the tiny room snapping on a fresh pair of latex gloves. He offered the two teenagers a smile and sat down at the stool between Georgina's legs.
"Ah," He murmured standing again. "We're ready."
A petite brunette nurse rushed in and began draping Georgina, the doctor, and Dan. It all happened so quickly. Dan just fed Georgina the ice chips and let her squeeze his hand as another contraction ripped through her abdomen.
"This next contraction we're going to push," Dr. Smith said taking his seat at the foot of Georgina's bed again.
Dan braced himself, holding Georgina's hand firmly. She simply nodded and bit her lip, which had drained of all color. Dan placed a supportive arm behind Georgina's shoulders to prop her up, per the nurse's instructions.
"Ahhh!" Georgina called out. Her brow pulled together with concentration and her face turned a bright shade of red. Dan let her grind the bones of his hand together.
"9...10," Dr. Smith said, his voice still calm and monotone. "Okay, take a breath."
Georgina relaxed slightly, her face draining of color once again. She took a small break before Dr. Smith ordered her to push again. "I hate you!" She called out, her face red and puffy with exertion. "I hate you so much, Dan!"
"This isn't entirely..." Dan started, but was interrupted by the incredible squeeze Georgina gave his hand. "Ah...ah...okay, it's my fault," He surrendered.
"One more time," The doctor said. "I can see it's head."
Georgina leaned forward again, sucking in a deep breath. The screaming followed, she cried out and cursed at Dan. "I hate you!" She chanted again and again.
Then the baby was out. It's small cries echoed off the room's walls. Dan felt relieved and sick at the same time. This was really happening...
"It's a boy!" Dr. Smith announced.
Georgina panted slowly, before letting a small smile stretch across her face. "Milo," She murmured. It was the name she and Dan had agreed on for a boy. "Milo Daniel Sparks Humphrey."
Dan nodded walking to the foot of Georgina's bed to cut the chord. At the sight of his crying son his knees became weak. It was all he could do not to cry. He slipped the small silver scissors over the umbilical chord and freed his son from his mother's womb.
"He's...perfect," Dan whispered, his eyes widening with amazement.
Milo was swaddled in a soft blue blanket and handed to Georgina who looked down at him like he was made of gold. "Hi Milo," She cooed, leaning down to plant a kiss of her son's forehead.
Dan bent over the two of them, marveling at the beautiful boy they'd made. Although, Georgina wasn't exactly what he had pictured when he saw the mother of his child in his mind's eye he was still glad that she had given him Milo. There was something about the love he had for that little boy. Dan hadn't realized it until now, but Milo had changed him. Even before he was born, he had been making Dan a whole new person. Dan was smiling down on Milo, his eyes darting between the soft-skinned new born and Georgina who was wearing the most genuine smile he'd ever seen on her face. Although Dan was grateful that Georgina had given him Milo, he still couldn't help but wish that it was Serena in that hospital bed, cradling their son with flushed cheeks and wearing a brilliant smile.
So, this is my first chapter! I'm not sure where I'm going with this! I was watching old episodes and this idea came to me! Leave reviews and let me know what you think! I'm not really sure why Gossip Girl wasn't listed as a category option, but it wasn't so I had to list this as misc.