And now for a heartfelt apology to LW107;
I am so very sorry that this fic is late. I owe you ridic big time for this fic, and if you want me to continue it, then hell yeah I will, regardless if the rest of the world wants it.
Anything familiar is not mine.
Special thanks to my betas, Kristy and Megz, and my rock of support, Ship.
Dedicated to LW107 because I owe her. This is penance and fluff mixed into one!
The first was always a son.
He would carry on the family name. He could learn how to play ball. He could even have in-depth talks with his loving father about girls, and how troublesome they were.
The first was always a son.
That's what Chuck Bass overheard his father saying countless of times to hundreds of people, and it had stuck with him as he grew up. When he grew up, he wanted to have a first-born son, just like his father before him.
So when he found out that Blair was pregnant with his child, that became his mantra.
The first was always a son.
Blair however, was one hundred percent sure they were going to have a girl. Chuck was one hundred percent sure they were going to have a boy.
Naturally, a bet followed.
If the child was a boy, Blair would have to pay for a vacation to Fiji. If the child was a girl, Chuck would have to be Blair's slave for an entire week, catering to her every whim.
And so the months passed quickly, the baby's sex kept a secret from the future parents. While more important things began to occupy their minds, the bet was never forgotten.
At least, until the doctor handed Chuck his daughter. At that point, the bet was the last thing on his mind. He was too busy being in love with his child.
Later, he, Blair and their daughter, Holly Charlotte Bass, were lying in bed. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.
"Chuck, pass me the remote." She said, breaking the silence.
"Get it yourself."
"No, get it for me."
"Why the hell do I have to get you the remote?"
"There's a baby girl in the bed with us, and if I remember correctly, if our child was a girl, you would be my slave for the next week." She said, ending the conversation, a wicked grin on her face.
Shit, the bet. He honsetly thought she'd forgotten like he had! Reluctantly, he arose into a sitting position, and leaned over to grab the remote and hand it to his wife.
"You thought I'd forget, didn't you. Guess what, Bass. I don't forget these things. Never have, never will."
He didn't want it any other way.
A/N: So um...I hope this doesn't...well, you know...suck.
I'm thinking of continuing this, making it a bit of a collection of parental!C/B throughout the years, because face it. Future!fic/baby!fic/call it what you will is so much win.
But the question is, do you want it?
Tell me in reviews! Tell me so I can procrastinate, and write more!
'Till next time,
-Hayley