It's my C&B fic, hope you'll enjoy it. And thank you, Abby, my dear betareader, for all the help.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl.
"You said you had something important to tell me. What is it?" asked Chuck. He was a little bit impatient. He had something important to tell her too. Extremely important, actually.
"You had me invited here and said you had to tell me something. I want to know too!" she said.
"I can wait a little while," assured Chuck. He wasn't actually sure if he could stand waiting even half a minute more, but there was something in Blair's eyes which made him let her talk first. "So, what's the important news?"
"Well," she started, trying to prepare her boyfriend for the information she wanted to pass him, "We are going to have a baby, Chuck. I'm pregnant," she took a moment's pause, "I found out this morning," she added.
Chuck's jaw dropped open. He closed his mouth only to open it again.
"Chuck, are you all right?" asked Blair, looking at him intently. She didn't really expect him to cry or to be extremely happy, like she was, but Chuck Bass losing his speech, well, it just never happens, not in front of her.
"Chuck, is everything all right with you?" she asked repeating her question. His silence was making her nervous.
"Yes, I guess I am, it's just, well, a little bit shocking. Give me a minute to calm down," he said, inattentively, but instead taking a moment, he put his hand in the inside pocket of his suit and took out little red jewelry box. Blair's eyes opened wide. Then, they grew even bigger, when Chuck got down on one knee. "What I wanted to tell you, to ask you is, Blair, will you marry me?"
Blair burst into tears. Now she has couldn't talk.
"Are you, are you serious?" she asked, looking at him with a focus that could match one of which she had when shopping.
"I've never been more serious in my entire life," he answered, "So, Blair, will you marry me? Will you spend rest of your life with me? Do you want to grow old with me? Just give me the answer, honey. And it doesn't matter that you're pregnant, not at this point. I'll take care of you and this child, our child, even if you answer is 'no'."
Blair burst into tears again.
"You stupid Bass, of course I'm going to marry you," Blair stood up from the chair and kissed him on the mouth, "And it's not because I'm pregnant either. I love you."
"May I?" asked Chuck, hugging Blair and looking meaningfully at the opened box. Blair nodded, so he took the ring out of the box and put it on Blair's ring finger.
"Chuck, where did you get it?" she cried, "It's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen." And so it was. It was a white gold ring with a huge, sparkling diamond and little emeralds surrounding the diamond.
"We have to celebrate," he whispered in her ear. Then he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the coach. He had a bottle of Blair's favorite champagne waiting for them on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, putting Blair onto his lap. She wanted to take the bottle, but he stopped her.
"No alcohol, sweetheart," he warned her, pulling her tight to his chest. "So, my wife-to-be, where did we leave off?" He seized Blair under the chin and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. He started to suck her bottom lip moving the kiss along, making it so that both were moaning in passion. Chuck pulled away, "Is it safe for you?" He would not do anything that would harm Blair or their child.
"Oh, just shut the hell up," she moaned and started to unbutton his shirt. Chuck smiled and kissed her again.
XOXO
"That was the best sex in my life," confessed Chuck with a smirk. They were lying in bed getting some rest. "I'm going to propose to you every day."
Blair chuckled, lifted her hand and looked at the ring.
"We're really engaged," she said with a disbelieving tone.
"Yes, we are," said Chuck, kissing her forehead, "I want you to move here. I'm not going to allow my fiancé and my baby to live in a dorm. Maybe you could move in here today, what do you think?'
"That's a great idea, honey, but I have classes tomorrow morning. Maybe I'll move in next week," Blair wasn't ready to change everything yet, even if she really wanted to move into Chuck's penthouse. Honestly, she's nearly lived there already.
"You'll go to NYU by limo, and you're moving today, Blair, stop being so stubborn. You know you want to move. I'll send someone to pick your things up and no "buts", Waldorf," he smiled at her dreamingly and she gave the smile back, "So, are you hungry? I have an appointment in the restaurant."
"Honestly? I'm starving. Give me a few minutes to take a shower and dress up and then we can go, okay?"
"Of course," he replied, smirking. He really doubted it would only take her a "few minutes", so he took out some documents from the bedside table. He had about half an hour to work on his next investment plan and then get ready to leave. He had only read three pages when she appeared in front of him.
"You must be very hungry," said Chuck, impressed by her quickness.
"I said I'm starving. Our child is demanding!" joked Blair.
"Just like its mother," he claimed, kissing the inside of her hand, "Give me ten minutes to take a shower."
And before she said anything, he disappeared in the bathroom.
XOXO
"Finally," Blair whined when they entered the restaurant, and Chuck smiled at her. The waiter took them to a table in the back of the restaurant and handed them menus. Chuck couldn't help but to stare at Blair in her gorgeous black Marc Jacobs dress. It emphasized her cleavage perfectly making it immensely hard for him to focus on his menu. When the waiter returned, they ordered their food. Blair wasn't kidding when she said she was starved; she ordered half of the menu.
"Sweetie, are you entirely sure that you're going to eat all of this?" he asked.
'I just couldn't decide. I want to eat so many things. Oh, hell, stop talking about food while I'm so hungry!" she insisted, looking sadly at her empty plate.
"Okay, we have more important things to talk about like the wedding, your studies, and our baby. We have speed up the wedding if you want our child to be born when you are Mrs. Bass and not Ms. Waldorf. We have to tell your parents and Lily."
"And Serena," added Blair, "Yeah, I know we need to hurry. I'll call the wedding planner tomorrow; I don't want to get married fat as hell! I think we can organize our wedding for the Plaza. It'll be easier, don't you think?"
Chuck's heart melted like an ice cube on a hot summer day in the city. Blair was planning their wedding with more enthusiasm then he had ever seen on her before.
"I definitely agree. I want this wedding to look just like you've always dreamed of," he said, rubbing her ring. "Did you visit a doctor, yet?"
"No, not yet, but I took six pregnancy tests, and they were all positive, so I'm pretty sure I'm preggers. I thought you might want to go to the doctor with me," Blair smiled with an ethereal glow.
It was a really unlike Blair smile, thought Chuck. He was curious as to when she was going to lose her enthusiasm. He was ready to bet it would stop with the first bout of morning sickness.
"Thank you," he said, "I'm glad you want me to go with you. I'll schedule an appointment for this week; we need a very good doctor. After all, it's my fiancé, my baby and I'm Chuck Bass."
Blair giggled hearing those words in this context. "My baby" sounded exceptionally strange in the mouth of the former playboy of UES. She would've never expected him to act like, well, that. It was the most unlike Chuck she had ever seen him. And she really liked it.
XOXO
"Hey, S. Do you have time to talk with your best friend?" asked Blair, calling her friend, "I need to tell you something."
"I think I have an hour or so. I'll ask Tripp, but I'm sure he'll let me out of the office. But, B, is everything ok?" she asked concerned, something about Blair's voice worried her.
"Yeah, everything's fine, don't worry. But I have to talk with you. It's very important."
"Okay, I'll call you in a few minutes to tell you when and where we can meet, all right?"
"Sounds good to me," said Blair and she hung up the phone. She was just about to put her phone away when it rang again. It was Chuck.
"Hi, honey," she greeted him.
"Hi, Blair. I'm calling to tell you I've scheduled an appointment at 4 p.m. Will you be at home or do I need to send a limo somewhere else?" he asked.
"I'm meeting Serena today. I'll text you when I know where we're going to be," she said, "Oh, and I informed the accommodation office that I'm not going to be living in the dorm anymore."
"My girl," he claimed sweetly, "I was thinking that maybe we'll visit your mother and Lily after the appointment. What do you think?"
"Good idea. Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to hang up. I'm waiting for Serena's call. I'll text or call you after I get it, okay? Bye, honey. Love you," she said.
"Love you too," he said and hung up. He was hoping that Blair will tell him exactly how the meeting with Serena went. He was dying to know his step-sister's reaction. It was important to Blair, and thus, important to him.
XOXO
"Hi, S," Blair greeted her best friend and hugged her tightly.
"Hey, B," said Serena and led her to the table. After they sat down and ordered coffees, she brought up the main subject, "So, Blair," she started, "what's this important thing you wanted to talk about?"
Blair smiled mysteriously and didn't say a single word, but lifted her hand from under the table to show Serena her ring. Serena gasped; of course she expected this to come at some point, but still, she was surprised. Extremely surprised, actually. Why so soon? They were all still so young.
"Are you… are you absolutely sure you want to marry Chuck, now?" she asked, "You still have so much time to think about it. To, I don't know, get ready or something like that. But if you're really sure, I'm happy for both of you." She took Blair's hand and smiled at her friend.
"Thank you, S. I really appreciate it, and you know I would have never said "yes" if I hadn't been sure. So, now I want to ask you to be my maid of honor and..."
Serena interrupted her.
"Of course, Blair. I'm so glad you asked me and..."
Now it was Blair's turn to interrupt.
"I didn't finish, Serena," she said calmly, "I wanted to ask you if you'll be my maid of honor and godmother of my child."
Serena's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She was staring at Blair like she had suddenly become blue or removed her headband or something like that. She definitely didn't believe what she was hearing. She strongly believed that Chuck, with all his sexual experience, would have had a better knowledge about contraception.
"Blair, how do you feel?" she finally asked, after three minutes of complete silence. Serena was looking at her friend so compassionately that Blair became extremely annoyed.
"I feel fine, Serena. I'm marrying the love of my life, someone who loves me more than anyone has ever loved me, and I'm having his child. So why are you acting like it's some kind of tragedy?"
Serena didn't look convinced at all.
"But why are you getting married because of the pregnancy? It's stupid, Blair, completely unnecessary and so not you!" She cried while Blair was becoming more and more irritated. "Don't make such face, Blair. You know I'm right. I'm sure Chuck will help out with the baby even if you two aren't married yet."
"Of course he would do that! Even if he wouldn't, I wouldn't have made him either, and you know I'm the only person with the power of making Chuck Bass do something. But he planned to propose to me before he knew I was pregnant. My decision wasn't made because I'm pregnant, but because I love Chuck and I would say "yes" in at any other time and situation. Is that clear enough for you?" Blair asked furiously, gulping her coffee.
Serena looked at her apologetically.
"Sorry, B. I was just so surprised that I had to ask. I'm happy you're happy. And I'm happy myself. So, when are you going to get married?"
"Next month. We need to hurry; I don't want to wear a pregnancy dress. Of course, Gossip Girl would be very appreciative if I do so, but I don't want to give this stupid jealous girl a new subject. Actually, she'll find out I'm pregnant even if I don't wear pregnancy dress on my wedding day," she laughed and so did Serena, "I'm happy, S. You don't even understand how happy I truly am."
Serena smiled at her friend, but she also thought that Blair was acting completely uncharacteristically. She thought it was some kind of after-trauma shock. And, just like Chuck, she was waiting for Blair's enthusiasm to end.
XOXO
"So, how did the meeting with Serena go?" Chuck asked when both he and Blair were sitting in the back of the limo in a traffic jam, "How did she react?"
"Oh, she was surprised. Shocked, I would even say, but when I assured her that I'm not just marrying you just because I'm pregnant, she said she was happy for us," said Blair, looking in the mirror to check her makeup.
Suddenly, Chuck heard his phone go off with a message. It was from Serena. "Does she have after-trauma shock?" she had written. "Hope not. Be at home," he replied. He had no idea how Blair would act after she realized she was actually pregnant.
XOXO
"Ms. Blair Waldorf," called a receptionist.
"That's me," said Blair, taking Chuck's hand and standing up.
"Doctor Lucas is waiting for you in the exam room, ma'am," said the receptionist.
Chuck and Blair walked toward the room. He knocked on the door and they heard loud: "Come in, please." They entered the office in which they found a black-haired, nice-looking, middle-age woman who looked exactly like a good doctor should. She stood up when they entered.
"I'm Dr. Elisabeth Lucas."
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Blair Waldorf."
"And you, sir, must be Charles Bass who insisted on interrupting my yoga session so as to schedule an appointment," she said, but without any anger, so he smiled at her back.
"Yes, that would be me," he shook her hand and helped Blair into the chair, "I wanted to find the best doctor for my fiancé, and you're the best," he claimed, sitting in the chair next to Blair's.
"Thank you, Mr. Bass, but it wasn't necessary. So, Ms Waldorf, you think you're pregnant, right?" she asked, looking at her patient kindly.
"Yes. I took six pregnancy tests. Do you think they're trustworthy?" she asked nervously.
"Yes, they're pretty trustworthy, especially if you took six, but I have to order blood tests to check if everything is okay. They'll confirm you're pregnant, too. I think we can at least try to do the sonogram, and after the visit you'll go to the nurse to do the blood test, okay?" said Dr. Lucas and she stood up, ordering them to stand up too. She walked toward the bed and sonogram machine.
"Please, lay down here, Ms. Waldorf," she ordered, sitting in front of the machine. "Mr. Bass, you can sit next to the bed, you'll have a good view of the monitor. Ms. Waldorf, please, pull your shirt up." Blair did what she was asked to, and Dr. Lucas put some jelly on her belly. She touched the sonogram to Blair's stomach. For a minute or so she was looking intently at the screen.
"Congratulations, Ms. Waldorf, Mr. Bass. You're definitely going to have a baby," she pressed some buttons on the machine, "And you're ten weeks pregnant, Ms Waldorf, it's nearly the end of the first trimester." She started to look intently at the screen again. "And it looks like you're having twins. Congratulations, really," she smiled at them with sympathy.
Chuck looked at Blair. He has never seen her so terrified or scared. She burst into tears, but this time they weren't happy tears. This was the moment Chuck had been dreading with anticipation: Blair had lost her enthusiasm.