Chapter One
Chuck's POV
Her body is a perfect hourglass figure, her hair a fiery, red mane stretching down past her hips. She has a naturally perfect smile that is framed by the deepest dimples, and encased in a soft square jaw. Her eye's are the lightest shade of hazel I've ever seen in my life, and sometimes I lose myself gazing into them. Her personality a combination of corky and professional, and she obtains an immense amount of elegance that just dazzle's any person she wills it too. Her name, Bayley.
The mornings are always rough, filled with the bathroom light seeping through the crack at the bottom of the door and the sounds of repeated hurling. The doctors have told us repeatedly that many women experience long hours of morning sickness. Which is funny because with Henry, Blair never even had morning sickness. I am always awoken by that very gut twisting sound, so I spend most of my pre-work hours by her side trying to comfort her however I can.
Monday mornings are the only mornings I can enjoy a late morning wake up. This particular Monday morning when I woke up Bayley was talking to the baby. "Listen little lady, you are making it very hard to enjoy my second trimester. I should by showcasing my glowing self in my newest Jimmy Choo stilettos, but instead I am confined to a bathroom in my very unglamorous sweatpants. Now to you this pep talk will change nothing but to me this is a desperate attempt for me to keep my sanity."
With the slightest morning mumble I whispered, "Sweetheart, she isn't going to alter her agenda based on the desperate pep talk given to her by a crazy vomiting voice from outside the womb."
"Oh darling, I'm so glad that's how you think of me."
"Well, I just call it how I see it darling."
"Well, how about you roll over here and give her your own little bit of advise; but let me warn you, she is a tough crowd." She started to giggle, and it was the first time, in a long time, I had seen her not miserably sprawled out on the bathroom floor.
I sat up and moved in between her legs facing her and the baby. "Okay, I'll take a crack at it, but if she had a name it would probably make this a hell of a lot more personal." With that statement she playfully kicked my ribs, and I chuckled. "Now my beautiful unnamed daughter, I would like to request that you give your mother the day off for emotional rejuvenation."
"You can not-" She threw her hand to her mouth and scrambled frantically to the bathroom, with me quickly in tow. I held her hair back while I fumbled with trying to grab a hairtie from the drawer next to the toilet. When I finished tying back her hair in a loose and comfortable ponytail, she asked me to fetch a towel so she could wipe her mouth and face. I went to the bathroom storage closet and grab one of the freshly washed white one's and returned to her side.
"You know, no one in my life has ever made me as happy as you have. Through all my up's and down's, all my past mistakes, and all the challenges we know the future holds you have stood with me. You're my best friend, the person I look forward to seeing every day, and you mother of my child. You have been so kind to take in Henry as your own, and for that I have no words that could do justice for my love and gratefulness. So, Bayley Renea Baltz would you please become Bayley Baltz Bass?"