Month 1: Telling Chuck Bass

It was a sunny, late August day and I raced to greet my boyfriend at his sleek, black limo.

"Chuck!" I shouted.

The used pregnancy test felt heavy in my bag.

"What babe?" he asked.

"Well, love, how would you feel about having an...umm...heir in 8 months?" I asked.

"Well, I would...say that I would like that," he answered. "Are you...?"

"I am," I told him.

"Well, let's get ready for the new Bass then," he said.

"One question. Who knows?" he wondered.

"Serena, Eleanor, Lily, Eric, Jonathan, and now you," I said. "I told Serena and Lily about my suspicions. Eleanor just figured out that I was. Morning sickness, you know?"

"Hmm...names?" he asked.

"I was thinking Jennifer for a girl and Dixon for a boy," I answered.

"Okay," he said.

I knew he was thinking of other names.

"What about Alexandra for a girl and Alexander for a boy?" Chuck asked.

A/N: So, this is a sneak peek of 8 months and counting.