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.
