A/N: This is based on amazing Shelby's Breakfast at the Basses (read the story and review if you haven't yet! .net/s/4829445/1/Breakfast_at_the_Basses).

She was so kind to allow me to write and publish this. She also beta'ed. Thanks so much, Shelby. I hope you enjoy it!


A loud shriek scream woke Chuck and Blair up in the middle of the night. They immediately knew who caused the noise. Both of them rose from the bed and ran to their youngest son's room.

Blair opened the door and spotted her crying little boy looking lost like a puppy on his bed.

"Ephram, sweetie. What's wrong?" Blair cooed as she kneeled down beside his bed and pulled him in a hug. But Ephram's eyes were just on his father.

"Da---da---daddy, are are are you you you o o-kay?" he hiccupped.

"Me? I'm fine. But what's going on with you, kid?" Chuck asked as he sat down on his son's bed.

"Ma---Ma--- Maddy told me you were sick when I was little," a five year old Ephram said.

"Yes, that's true, son." Chuck frowned and so did Blair. Where was that coming from?

"Your heart, yes?" Ephram frowned and nodded.

"Yes, my heart Ephram," Chuck repeated the facial impression.

"And that was because of stress, yes?"

"Yes," Chuck answered honestly.

"And when I was born, I was sick too, yes?"

"Yes. But luckily you were alright soon after. And so was Mommy," Chuck assured him.

"Was Mommy sick too?" Ephram started to rock back and forth.

"No." Blair frowned at Chuck. She wasn't ready to tell the story to her baby boy just yet.

"But that I was sick, that made you stress, yes? So I made you almost dead, yes?" Ephram started to pout and was about to cry.

"WHAT? Who on earth would tell you such nonsense? Where the hell did Madison get that story from?" Chuck snapped. But Ephram knew that he wasn't mad at him.

"Maddy's mom told her. I didn't want to make you sick, daddy. Please don't go away." Ephram sobbed.

Chuck shook his head; he took Ephram from Blair's embrace and hugged him tightly.

"Listen very carefully, Ephram. You didn't make me sick. My job and Scotch did that too me. Not you. Not anyone in this family. Okay?"

"Okay." Ephram nodded and snuggled into his father's embrace.

"Come on, let's go to bed. You can sleep with us tonight, Ephram," Chuck said before he kissed Ephram's forehead.

Chuck carried his son and held a hand out for Blair which she took before they went back to their bedroom.

When they lied down in their king size bed, Ephram cuddled between them. Ephram was one of the kinds of kids who loved to sleep on the stomach so Blair helped him to get comfortable before she started to caress his back. They knew that Ephram felt better when he started to hum softly like he always did before he fell asleep.

"Daddy?" Ephram whispered.

"Yes, son?"

"Who's Scotch?"

Chuck and Blair chuckled.


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