A/N: This is the final installment of the series. Be sure to read the preceding three installments of the series before you delve into this one. Updates will not be as frequent as they used to be as school is now eating up most of my time. I hope you enjoy this first chapter. Want more? Review!

Monday

Blair skipped into the bathroom and wrapped her arms around his waist as he continued to brush his teeth. She pressed her cheek against the bare skin of his back and he smiled at the feel of her soft skin against his own. She continued to hold him in such a way for awhile, both of them silent, before she finally asked him the question she had been dying to ask the moment she had walked into the bathroom.

"What special day is coming up Mr. Bass?" Blair quizzed him, releasing her hold on him and taking a step back.

She continued to watch him intently through the mirror, waiting for his answer. Chuck almost allowed a smirk to escape from his lips upon hearing her question, but stopped himself at the last minute. He loved getting her riled up, especially in the mornings. Of course he knew their anniversary was on Sunday. He had been planning for the special day for over a week now.

"You mean today Blair?" Chuck teased her, knowing that that was not the answer his wife wanted to hear. "Today is a very special day indeed. After all, I am about to close the deal on that new hotel I've been very interested in purchasing, remember?"

Blair narrowed her eyes at him and frowned for a brief moment, acknowledging his unwelcome answer, before a smile radiated from her plump lips. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset even though she really was.

"That is exactly the special day I was talking about darling," Blair announced, flipping her hair over her shoulder haughtily before sashaying out of the bathroom, an air of royalty around her. "Good luck closing that oh so very important deal of yours."

Blair huffed when she was back in the comfort of their room. How could he have forgotten their upcoming one year anniversary? Perhaps work was stressing him out more than usual this week. That was probably it. She supposed she had no right to be angry with him just yet. After all, he still had plenty of time to remember the special occasion. With that comforting thought in mind, she made her way into the kitchen. Perhaps she would make breakfast for him and decorate his pancakes in such a way that would subtly remind him of their upcoming anniversary. She patted herself mentally on the back for the great idea and started to take the whipped cream out of the fridge when she noticed the dining room table from where she stood. Not only had breakfast already been served, but there was also a beautiful bouquet of flowers set in her favorite vase in the middle of the table.

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Chuck was leaning up against the sink, waiting for the familiar squeal he knew was to come once she found his surprise for the day. As was predicted, Blair came running into his arms about five minutes later, showering his face with more than welcomed kisses.

"You made me breakfast and bought me flowers?" Blair questioned, smiling up at him, her hands wrapped around his waist.

"Of course," Chuck told her proudly, returning her contagious smile. "Did you think I would forget that our one year anniversary is on Sunday? Plus, we're Chuck and Blair. We're celebrating all week."

He leaned in to kiss her then when she suddenly stopped him, her eyebrows furrowed in obvious guilt over his words.

"Wait," Blair sounded out, placing a hand on his chest. "I had no idea we were planning to celebrate all week. I would have planned something special for you today if I had known."

Chuck laughed at her ridiculous concern, resting a hand on the curve of her cheek and bringing his lips to touch hers ever so lightly.

"That's ok," he whispered against her skin. "I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you rotten and besides, I'm sure you'll come up with some very enjoyable way of making it up to me Mrs. Bass."

"Oh, I will Mr. Bass," Blair assured him, throwing a wink in his direction, a smirk gracing her lips. "Perhaps a tiny visit to your office today might do the trick?"

"Perhaps," he answered, his voice a low growl at the sound of her suggestion.

He leaned in to kiss her again only to sigh in frustration when the sound of his ringing phone interrupted the moment. He walked over to the side table to retrieve the device, glancing at the screen briefly before tossing the phone aside. Having ruined the mood, he then strode over to the closet to retrieve the suit Blair had picked out for him last night, rifling through his collection of ties before he settled for a pink one.

"Why don't you go and eat the breakfast I made for you Blair? It's not meant to be eaten cold, you know?" he informed her as she stood behind him, watching him dress.

Blair snapped out of her reverie, smiled, and nodded. As she walked down the hallway towards the dining room, she was already starting to plan her visit to his office later in her mind. She needed a new, sexy character to play this time around. She had already tried being the new secretary, the scorned ex-lover, and even the boss on several occasions. It was time to try on something new. She continued to ponder over her options as she began to dig into the delicious pancakes before her. She was still so over the moon over his surprise that she hadn't even considered for even a split second the amount of calories she was currently consuming as she reached for her second slice.

"Hey," Chuck directed at her as he rushed to leave for the morning. "You enjoy breakfast Mrs. Bass. I'll have to pass. Brenda is hounding me about getting to the office right away for an apparently very important and last minute board meeting. Visit me later?"

"I promise," Blair gave him her word as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Oh wait!"

Chuck froze in his place immediately, turning around only to watch her disappear into the nearby hallway, which left him quite confused over what he was waiting for. To answer his question, she returned mere seconds later, a purple tie in hand.

"Purple," she announced as she tossed the tie to him. "The pink one isn't really working for me today."

Chuck laughed at how silly she was being and quickly switched ties before heading out the door.

"I love you," Blair shouted after his retreating figure.

"Who doesn't?" Chuck yelled back before closing the door tightly behind him.

Blair smiled to herself at his routine answer before reaching for the delicious whipped cream covered strawberries to her right. After they had gotten married, Chuck had made it a point to learn how to cook and she loved him for it.

"Nate!" Serena yelled from the bathroom, her voice in an evident panic. "Nate! Stop watching Glee and get in here!"

Serena continued to stare at the stick she held in her right hand in shock as the sound of Nate running hurriedly down the hallway to find her echoed in her ears.

"What is it Serena?" he asked breathlessly upon arrival, hanging onto the bathroom door for support. "Are you hurt? Do you need a Band-Aid?"

He looked at her questioningly when she failed to respond, her wide-eyed expression throwing him off slightly, when he suddenly noticed the unmistakable pregnancy test she held in her hand.

"Are you pregnant?" Nate whispered cautiously, running a shaking hand through his hair in a failed attempt to calm himself.

Serena nodded slowly, remaining silent as she reached out to hand him the stick. Nate held it firmly in his hand and gave it a good shake before looking at the display again. There it was. The pink plus sign was definitely still there.

"What are you doing Nate?" Serena inquired, slightly irritated now as he had given her no clear response to the news.

Was he happy about this or was he completely devastated about the prospect of having a child right now? Just last night they had had an in-depth conversation about how wonderful it was that it was just the two of them for now. They wanted children. They did not disagree on that subject, but they both wanted to enjoy being a married couple for a little longer before then, not that they wouldn't when they eventually had children of course.

"I don't know," Nate told her honestly. "I'm just trying to absorb all of this right now. Are you sure this result is valid Serena? I mean, sometimes these things can be inaccurate, right?"

"I did the test four times Nate! I even tried using different brands each time. They were all positive!" Serena shouted, taking his actions thus far as a sign that he was undoubtedly displeased with the news.

Nate nodded numbly and then headed over to the garbage can, taking out the remaining pregnancy tests that she had done. They were all positive just like she had claimed them to be. He was going to be a father. Given that he and Serena had wanted to wait awhile before having any children, he certainly wouldn't love this child any less simply because he or she had come a little earlier into the world than planned. Nate smiled at the thought of all the things he could purchase for his future child. He was so absorbed into his thoughts that he failed to notice that Serena had already marched out of the bathroom and taken refuge in the comfort of their plump bed.

"Serena?" Nate questioned as he walked out of the bathroom to find her. "Are you alright? You seem upset about this. Are you unhappy about this pregnancy?"

Serena sighed in defeat eventually and forced herself to look up at her adoring husband.

"I'm not upset about me being pregnant Nate, but are you? You're the one who doesn't seem very happy about this," she whispered, unsure of how she was feeling right now.

"What?" Nate asked in bewilderment as he took a seat next to her on the bed, pulling her close. "Where did you get that from? Look, I'm not going to lie Serena. This was definitely shocking for me and sure, we weren't planning to have children this early on in our marriage, but I love you Serena and I'm going to love this child too if not more. I will do everything and anything to make you and our child happy. You know that, right?"

"I do now. You just seemed so unresponsive about the whole thing," Serena confided in him, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. "I honestly thought that..."

"Well, you thought wrong," Nate corrected her immediately, placing a reassuring kiss on her forehead. "I couldn't be happier about this. Do you think the baby is a boy or girl? I mean, it doesn't matter to me personally, but girls can't really rock the man bangs look, you know? I guess she could have your long, flowing hair. I think I would like that. The baby should definitely have your smile. I love your smile, but I guess mine is pretty great too. The baby should have either one of our smiles."

A giggle escaped from Serena's lips as he continued to ramble on about nothing in particular about their future child.

"Oh and what about baby names?" Nate blabbered on, seemingly deep in thought. "We better start thinking of those. I was re-watching one of the episodes of Glee just now. You know that episode where Finn came up with the coolest baby name ever? What was it again? Oh right. Drizzle! Is that an awesome name or what? We should consider it for our baby."

Serena detached her head from his shoulder instantly upon hearing his suggestion and looked at him as if he had gone absolutely and utterly insane.

"Drizzle?" Serena repeated, giving him the benefit of the doubt, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Drizzle?"

"Think about it Serena," Nate urged with a grin. "And the best part is that this name doesn't discriminate. It would be great for a boy or a girl."

"You're right Nate. We'll definitely consider it," she lied, hoping to appease her husband on the matter. "We're getting way ahead of ourselves though. I should book an appointment with the doctor first to check up on the baby, you know?"

Serena made a move to reach for the home phone, but Nate got to it first.

"I got this," Nate insisted, punching in the appropriate number. "You're pregnant Serena. You need to relax and let me do everything for you, alright? Even small amounts of stress won't be good for the baby."

Serena smiled at how attentive he was being already, but honestly, it was just a phone call.

"A phone call isn't going to kill me or the baby Nate," she informed him, shaking her head at his silliness. "You call the doctor then and I'm going call everyone else and invite them over for dinner tonight. We can break the wonderful news to them all then."

"Sounds good!" Nate shouted after her retreating form.

Nate chuckled as the phone continued to ring in his ear. He was going to be a father!

"Hello Brenda," Blair greeted Chuck's secretary as she strode nonchalantly past her desk.

Blair had hired her herself. She always got the final word on who her husband hired, especially when it came to his personal secretary and interns. Of course, pushing sixty, Brenda had been the perfect candidate for the former. Blair had a little less luck with interns. They all tended to be young, thin, and beautiful, although she would do her very best to pick the least attractive of the bunch. Whenever the time came to choose a new batch of interns though, Chuck would always remind her of how she was the only one he wanted, which was awfully sweet of him.

"Oh Mrs. Bass," Brenda called after her in concern, interrupting her thoughts. "I wouldn't go in there right now if I were you. The deal on that hotel didn't fall through for Mr. Bass you see. As of this morning, he's already fired two employees. Brian handed him the wrong file and Autumn merely happened to walk into his office when it happened."

The secretary took a moment to take in Blair's outfit as she continued to ramble on. Evidently, for today, she was planning to play the role of some sort of computer technician – a very sexy computer technician. Luckily, she had remembered to bring her earplugs today. Hearing her boss and his wife having sex in his office wasn't exactly her cup of tea.

"Really?" Blair asked curiously, eyeing the older woman intently. "And tell me Brenda. Why didn't the deal fall through exactly? I thought we had the highest offer on the hotel?"

"Well, Mrs. Bass," Brenda started, leaning forward as if telling Blair some sort of very confidential information. "We do, but the owner of the hotel, Mr. Reynolds, informed us that he was prepared to sell the hotel to someone else."

"Was their offer higher than ours? Why didn't Chuck just offer more?" Blair inquired, crinkling her nose in confusion. "I mean, the way he's been going on about this hotel, I can tell that he really wants it. He would probably sell his soul for it if he hadn't already sold it to the devil like I did long ago."

Brenda let out a laugh at her words before prodding on.

"Mr. Bass did offer to pay more, but Mr. Reynolds insisted that it wasn't about the money," Brenda informed her. "Apparently, the current buyer he has lined up saved his life a few years ago, so the owner is looking to repay him."

Blair scoffed at the information and inquired, "And who is this hero exactly? Maybe I could convince him to step down."

Brenda looked down at her paperwork to avoid her intense gaze, evidently pondering over whether or not she should mention his name. Blair took her silence negatively and her eyes widened in anger as she slammed the palms of her hands onto her desk with a loud smack.

"It better not be Jack Bass or Georgina Sparks," she warned the secretary before her. "I have absolutely had it with those two and their constant need to bring drama into our lives!"

"His first name starts with a C and his last name starts with a B," Brenda hinted, looking very much afraid of the irritated brunette before her. "He happens to be the boyfriend of the latter at the moment?"

"Carter Baizen?" Blair shrieked in disbelief when she realized who Brenda was talking about. "Where is he even getting the money to pay for this hotel? I know the owner owes him, but he still has to pay something for it. What is he paying for it? A dime? A nickel? A penny?"

"He still owns a part of William's company, remember? Also, Carter has recently made amends with his family, so he isn't exactly broke anymore Blair," Chuck answered her from behind, swinging the door to his office wide open.

"Mr. Bass," Brenda greeted him nervously, hoping she wouldn't be next on the chopping block for today for gossiping with his wife.

"Relax Brenda," Chuck told her, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm not going to fire you. I would never hear the end of it from my wife I'm sure if I did."

He then turned to Blair and said, noticing her attire of choice for the first time, "I'm sorry gorgeous, but if you're going to fix my computer, you'll have to do it quickly. My wife said she would be dropping by for a random visit today, you know?"

Blair rolled her eyes at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him into his office and closing the door behind him.

"Just get in here Bass," she demanded, her eyes still flaming with fury. "Do you think that Carter is doing this to spite us or something? Maybe Georgina made him do it or maybe their sole purpose in life is to make ours miserable."

"Blair, calm down," Chuck urged, noting that she was clearly not in the mood right now for their games and neither was he to be honest. "I was actually about to head out and try to get Mr. Reynolds to change his mind about selling the hotel to Carter. I know you got all dressed up and everything, but..."

"That's alright," Blair assured him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek as he readjusted his tie. "Rain check for when you get back?"

"Absolutely," he agreed, thanking the heavens in that moment for giving him such an amazing wife. "You can wait around if you'd like actually. I should only be at the most an hour or two."

Blair nodded in agreement as she watched him leave, catching a glimpse of Brenda's confused look, ear plugs in her ears, as he walked by before the doors closed. She sighed as she took a seat in his office chair. She could tell that Chuck wanted this more than anything right now and she was determined to help him get it, but how? She supposed she could hire a hit man to take Carter out, although that might be a little unethical even for her. Her thoughts were interrupted then by the sound of her ringing phone.

"Hello?" Blair answered the call, slightly annoyed that her thought process had been so rudely interrupted.

"Blair!" Serena said cheerfully on the other end of the line. "Nate and I want to invite you and Chuck over for dinner tonight. Do you think you two can make it? You two have to come. I mean, even your extremely busy mother is coming."

"I don't know S," the brunette answered uncertainly. "Chuck's deal didn't fall through this morning and he's trying to get the owner to reconsider now and what not. He's really busy."

"Oh I understand," Serena told her best friend, her voice quivering slightly in disappointment. "Tomorrow night then maybe? We could just reschedule the whole thing."

"No S," Blair insisted. "You don't have to do that. Just have fun without us!"

"I sort of want everyone to be there," Serena revealed. "We'll just reschedule for tomorrow, alright?"

Blair pondered over her offer for a moment. She remembered Chuck mentioning some important meeting he had tomorrow, but she supposed he could use a break tomorrow night. She knew she could.

"On second thought S," Blair notified the blond. "Tomorrow night sounds good. We'll be there S. Would you like me to come over before then to help you prepare dinner and stuff?"

"That would be great B," Serena responded enthusiastically, unable to hide her excitement. "I'll see you tomorrow then say around four?"

"Sure," Blair murmured in agreement before the girls said their goodbyes.

After hanging up the phone, Blair continued to twirl around in Chuck's office chair, thinking about how she could help Chuck with his current ordeal. In the end, she figured that the best way to go about this was to talk to Carter directly herself. They had all had a year to mature. Perhaps Carter would willingly step down if she simply talked things out with him. After all, Carter had always had a soft spot for her even though he had always been in love with Serena.

Chuck walked into the art gallery nervously, smoothing out his tie to calm himself. He had been told that Mr. Reynolds would be here. He strode around for awhile before locating his target a few feet away, admiring a painting with a single splat of paint in the center of the canvas. Sometimes Chuck didn't understand people's appreciation for stuff like this, but that wasn't important right now. He took a deep, calming breath and approached the man, reminding himself of why he needed this hotel so badly.

"Mr. Bass," he greeted him upon spotting him as well. "My secretary told me you were coming to find me. Now, I know what you're here for, but I'm afraid my decision is final."

"Please," Chuck begged him, the desperation in his eyes giving away exactly how much he wanted this. "This is very important to me Mr. Reynolds. I was planning to purchase this hotel for my wife for our one year anniversary. Every little detail of how I plan to remodel this hotel to her tastes has already been planned out sir."

"I understand that Mr. Bass and what you're doing for your wife is very touching, but my hands are tied," he apologized. "Mr. Baizen saved my life. I owe him and he has made it clear that he would like to purchase my hotel."

Chuck stared him down, but upon realizing that Mr. Reynolds was indeed firm on his decision to sell the hotel to Carter, he smiled melancholically and started to head for the exit.

"Thank you for your time anyway Mr. Reynolds," he thanked the older gentleman, already half way out the door.

Mr. Reynolds smiled and waved him off, flipping open his cell as it began to ring.

"Mr. Reynolds speaking," he announced before speaking in broken sentences. "Who am I speaking with? You're sure? Not at all. Of course I have other buyers lined up. My debt to you remains Mr. Baizen. You too. Goodbye now."

Mr. Reynolds ended the call and looked up only to find that the young Bass had already left the premises. He quickly rushed outside just in time to see him climbing into his limo.

"Mr. Bass!" the older gentleman called after him. "Mr. Bass!"

Chuck spun around immediately upon hearing Mr. Reynolds call his name.

"Yes sir?" he questioned, stepping back out of his vehicle.

"Mr. Baizen has changed his mind about purchasing my establishment," Mr. Reynolds enlightened him. "If you're still interested, stop by the hotel tomorrow morning and we can close the deal then. We'll make everything official."

"Thank you Mr. Reynolds," Chuck stated, shaking the man's hand rigorously. "I will definitely stop by tomorrow."

With a final nod, Mr. Reynolds left Chuck to his happiness over the miraculous turn of events. The young Bass turned around once again to climb into his limo when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye, his smile falling instantly when he realized exactly what he was witnessing. There, across the street, was Carter Baizen, his hand resting ever so lightly on his wife's lower back as he guided her into his limo.