Good Morning loyal followers, today big news is going to rock the whole Upper East Side. It's pretty safe to say everyone will be pleased, but a certain B is worried that one person in particular isn't going to take this well. Since B's nuptials to a certain Mr Bass, the whole of New York has been waiting for this moment...but is it too soon?

'Miss Blair...Miss Blair!'

'Dorota, you should call her Mrs Blair now, she certainly isn't a Miss anymore.' Serena protested as she smiled at Dorota and touched her arm, 'Talking about B, where is she?'

Serena hadn't seen Blair in three weeks as she had been on a secret romantic getaway, obviously not secret for Blair, she knew everything about Serena, but this wasn't something Serena felt ready to tell everyone yet.

'Miss Serena, you look glowing, tanned. Miss Blair hasn't got up today, it's 11am and I am starting to worry. Mr Chuck left for work hours ago.'

'Did someone saying glowing?'

Blair was gracefully coming down the stairs, make up on, dress perfect and headband securely placed on top of a bun.

'Ahh B!'

Serena practically jumped on Blair and gave her a huge hug.

'Serena, as much as it is lovely to see you. I need you UPSTAIRS NOW.' And with that Blair grabbed her best friends arm and dragged her upstairs.

Chuck hated being at the office, he hated being away from Blair. However, Bass industries was now solely for him to run since his fathers death a year ago. No one really spoke about it at the office but Chuck noticed how the staff smiled a little more than they used to and always greet him with a friendly 'Good Morning Mr Bass' as he walked through his office.

After his father died, it took him months to sort out the company and the new head office in the building next to The Empire. Blair and him had only got round to having their honeymoon 4 months ago, 6 months after the wedding. During their 3 week tour of Europe, Lizzie, Chucks assistant, had taking the time to cover Chucks office in a few more personal touches than Barts had. It was warmer colours than Barts had ever been, flowers were always present and comfy sofas instead of Barts hard table chairs. On his desk stood four photographs but five frames. This bothered Chuck but he never had time or got round to filling the fifth. The first and biggest one held a picture of Blair smiling holding out her engagement ring to the camera, as if she were showing it off. The second one held a photo of Chuck and Blair on their wedding day, embraced in a kiss, surrounded by their nearest and dearest friends and family. The third a photo of the pair on their honeymoon, taken by Chuck with his camera, kissing on the beach. The fourth held a picture of the woman he now called Mum. His second favourite woman was staring at him, smiling approvingly all the time. Lily's picture was taken at a Gala Blair had organised and she looked truly gorgeous.

'Mr Bass, it's 5pm, shall I phone Arthur?'

'Yes please Lizzie, thank you.'

Chuck had been daydreaming, staring around his office and at his photos on his desk. Smiling at them, but thinking what he could put in that fifth frame.

'Chuck, you can't go home now, we need to get through these figures. You just can't.'

'Look, Harrison, as much as I applaud your dedication to the job, I need to get home and see my wife. By 5.30pm every night, that's our deal. Now go home and see your wife before I fire you for addiction to work and neglect ion of your family.'

'Haha, I don't think that's a thing. 9am sharp, this figures need to be sorted.' Harrison went to leave and stopped with his hand on the door and turned back to Chuck. 'You know, you are nothing like your father. It works. I like it. Oh and Jen and I thank you for the baby's gift...a Dior set...thank Blair for me won't you.'

Chuck smiled and nodded to Harrison. Hearing he was nothing like his father made him smile even more than usual as he headed to the car and to his wife. Little did he know what he was coming home to.