This is my Limoversary submission. It is going to be a series of vignettes. I was hoping to post this on Saturday and was crazed all weekend. I will be adding a few more to this. I hope you enjoy and nothing but original characters belong to me. This is obviously set in my "White Lies and Dark Secrets" universe. Reviews are welcomed as always.

There was a gust of wind as Chuck slid an arm around Blair's waist. She shivered slightly and he wasn't a hundred percent sure if it was the breeze or his touch that had caused it. Even though the sun was shining on this late April morning there was still a crispness to the air.

"Darling, we should head back to the house now," he leaned in close to make sure she could hear him as he tightened his hold on her.

Blair didn't make a move nor did she pull her gaze from her father's flower laden coffin which was right in front of the two of them. The service had ended five minutes ago and she had yet to move.

"I can't leave him alone here," she sniffled as she raised her hand embroidered handkerchief to her left eye.

Chuck searched his brain for the right cliché to throw her way. There were so many to choose from and he'd heard them all over the past week. "Sweetheart, your father isn't here." He gazed at her profile hoping she was hearing him this time. "He's gone."

When she didn't move he sighed glancing over to where the cemetery groundskeepers were patiently waiting to inter the body into the Bass mausoleum. They had had to hold Harold's burial service outside due to the many people who had wanted to pay their respects.

Chuck placed a kiss to her temple before slowly starting to turn her from the spot. "Come on," he whispered softly.

She let out a cry as he maneuvered her completely around. He turned back giving a nod to the head groundskeeper signaling that the men could finish their job. He made a mental note to send over a monetary thank you and a bottle of scotch to the four gentlemen first thing tomorrow morning. He would add it to his to do list.

Tears were streaming down Blair's face now as they walked in the direction of the waiting cars. He saw Cyrus waiting with the children at the edge of the lawn. Eleanor, he assumed, was inside one of the two limos. It had been a hard day for her as well.

Ned, always the compassionate one, approached them reaching out to hug his mother. Blair wrapped an arm around her youngest son and Chuck felt a pang of jealousy at the closeness and her acceptance of her son's comfort. Blair had been lost to him this entire time and he didn't know how to fix it.

Cyrus shook Chuck's hand. "We'll see you all back at the house."

Chuck nodded. "Thank you, for everything."

"We're family and we're here for each other in hard times." He embraced Blair and whispered against her ear, "I love you."

Blair nodded as a fresh stream of tears fell down her face.

Cordelia had come over to Chuck and he enveloped her into his arms. Her head was resting against the lapel of his jacket. He kissed the top of her head.

They all then silently went to the cars. Henry pulled open the door of the first one.

Chuck glanced over at Blair who was crying again. He knew she needed a few minutes to pull herself together before they arrived back at the house to face everyone at the luncheon.

He leaned in seeing Eleanor inside. "Can the children ride with you guys? I think Blair and I need the drive to pull ourselves together."

Eleanor, red eyed, nodded. "Of course, Charles."

Chuck nodded in return. He stood back up looking at his three children all dressed in navy and looking solemn. "You guys ride with your grandparents. Your mother and I need a few minutes." They knew this wasn't a time to protest.

He hugged each of them before leading Blair to the other car where their driver stood holding the door ajar. Blair slid in and Chuck thanking the chauffeur did the same.

Once the door was shut and they were ensconced in the warm, dark interior of the backseat what little that was left of Blair's composure fell apart. She started to sob burying her face in her hankie.

Chuck was caught completely off guard. His wife was many things but demonstratively emotional was not one of them. He sat there for a second or two trying to decide the best course of action and he decided to follow his heart. It was telling him to reach out to her and to hold her.

He slid across the seat pulling her into his arms. She buried her face against his coat and cried. He didn't know what to say so he just held her. He soothingly ran his hand up and down along her spine. She felt so small and so fragile in that moment. He kissed the top of her head.

Two minutes later she lifted her face pushing her hair back before wiping her eyes. She then forcefully gave him a push. "I'm so angry right now. I'm furious that he didn't stay here…that he chose France and Roman over me." She tried to take a breath. "I'm so angry that he didn't have better relationship with his grandchildren and now it's too late." She covered her face taking a couple of breaths. "I'm so sad that I wasn't able to tell him that Henry was definitely going to Yale in the fall."

Chuck who had been shocked by her outburst had regained his wits and reached out for her.

When she felt his touch she lifted her face from her hands and gave him a hard shove. "Don't touch me. You're the reason my father died not knowing if his first born grandson was going to follow in his footsteps or not."

Chuck was trying to remind himself that she was grieving and not to take what she was saying to heart but it was hard when this very topic had been an ongoing bone of contention between them for the past two months.

"Blair, you're upset and I don't think you're-"

"Don't you dare tell me that I'm not thinking clearly," she sneered cutting him off, "I have been very clear on this subject from the beginning. It's you that hasn't had my back on this." She started to cry again.

She took a couple of deep breaths before continuing her tirade. "You being okay with him taking a year off with no discussion with me."

Now he was angry. "First of all, I didn't okay him taking a year off. I told him we'd work it out. Second, I have tried to talk to you about this and you won't hear of it. His feelings are valid and I'm not going to feel bad about listening to what my son has to say."

"What about my feelings?" She jabbed a finger to her chest.

"Blair, I know how badly you want this for him but he has to want it for himself. We can't force him into a life decision without taking his feelings into consideration." He closed the space between them again. "And you know that I always have your back and you always come first."

"Was I first on your list when you ran off to Tokyo without resolving our disagreement?" She wasn't crying anymore and her voice was quiet.

Chuck instantly felt an ache in his chest when recalling the horrible argument they had had before he left for Tokyo on business. It started out as a disagreement about Henry and Yale and had quickly escalated to Chuck letting her know how pushed aside he had been feeling. It was the wrong thing to say when she was already spread so thin.

He had left hurt and angry and more than a bit unsettled. When she had finally called a few days later it was to tell him that her father had died.

He had rushed to meet her in France and they hadn't had a moment since then to really talk.

"I'm sorry. I was an idiot and an ass." He leaned into her putting his arm around her. He was relieved when she didn't resist. He rested his head against hers and whispered, "I wish I could take this pain from you."

She started to cry again and he wrapped both arms tightly around her. He kissed her temple. "I love you so much. You're my world, Blair; don't ever forget that."

She wrapped her arms around him in return. "I can't fight anymore." She clung to the back of his coat.

"It's done." He pulled back wiping the tears from her cheek. "It's over. Henry will go to Yale in the fall. I promise."

She nodded her head gently. "Thank you." She put her forehead against his. "I love you. I can't get through these next two hours without you."

He kissed her lips. "I'll be right by your side, always." He kissed her again.

The car had pulled up in front of their home. "Do you need a few minutes?" He looked at her.

She shook her head as she removed herself from his embrace opening her bag. She removed her compact and moaned when she saw her reflection. She dabbed some fresh powder on her face. "Well, it's as good as it's going to get."

Chuck leaned forward rapping his knuckles against the partition signaling they were ready. He sat back and kissed her. "You're beautiful always." He took her hand giving it a squeeze.

The door opened and Chuck got out. He extended his hand to Blair and helped her out. He took her hand firmly in his giving her a kiss before they walked up the stairs and into a house full of people.

Together they could get through anything; even this.