Summary: Blair Waldorf and her daughter are perfectly happy on their own. That is, until a man from Blair's past re-enters her life, and begins to change everything.

A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle :) Let me know if I should keep going!

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"Mommy, mommy! Wake up!"

I let out a small groan before turning in my bed to find my five year old daughter standing at the edge of my bed jumping up and down. "What is it sweetie?" I asked as I sat up against my pillow.

"It's Sunday! You promised we could go to the zoo today!" she exclaimed.

I let out a little chuckle. "You're right, sweetie, I did promise you, didn't I?"

"Yes, you most certainly did!" she said.

"Alright Amelia, go downstairs and ask Dorota to make us some breakfast. I'll get ready and then after breakfast we'll go. Sound good?" I asked.

"Perfect! Thanks mommy!" She exclaimed as she reached over the bed to give me a hug. She bolted out of the room and down the stairs. I let out a deep breath before throwing off my covers and heading into my closet deciding what to wear to the zoo. I finally decided on an outfit, when Dorota came into my room.

"Good morning, Miss Blair. I make breakfast for you and Miss Amelia. She is downstairs, waiting for you." Dorota said as she made her way to my bed to start making it.

"Thank you Dorota, I don't know what I would do without you." I said as I headed out of my room and into the kitchen.

"This smells lovely, doesn't it Amelia?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

"It tastes good too!" She said as she shoved multiple pieces of bacon into her mouth.

I laughed and smiled at my beautiful daughter. How did she turn out to be so perfect? I wondered.

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About an hour later, Amelia and I had finally arrived at the Central Park Zoo. Amelia was beyond excited, as we made our way to her favorite animals, the penguins. I have to admit, they were my favorite too. Amelia and I watched and laughed as the penguins swam in and out of the water and waddled from one place to the next.

"Mommy, can we get a penguin?" Amelia asked while we sat on a park bench eating ice cream.

I laughed. "No honey, we can't get a penguin."

"Why not?" she protested.

"Because sweetheart, penguins aren't pets. Besides, they like really cold places. We don't live in a very cold place. You know how hot it gets in the summer. The penguins wouldn't like that," I explained.

"Okay, I guess you're right." Amelia said a little disappointed.

"Tell you what. Why don't we go into the gift shop, and I'll buy you a stuffed animal penguin? How does that sound?" I asked as I stood up and reached my hand out for Amelia to take.

"Okay!" she exclaimed. She jumped off the bench and grabbed my hand.

The line in the gift shop was extremely long, but I made a promise to Amelia. I looked over at the kid's play area and saw Amelia playing with some other kids as I stood in line. I smiled. Waldorf women were always popular with friends.

Gosh, this line is taking forever! I thought to myself. I reached into my purse looking for my cell phone. It was difficult feeling around in my purse with a huge penguin in my hand. I accidently dropped my purse on the floor, the contents spilling everywhere.

"Ugh, perfect!" I said annoyed. I bent down and began to pick up my things, when another set of hands started to help.

"Oh, thank you so much, but that's really unnecessary" I said standing up clutching my purse and shoving things back into it.

"It's no problem, really," the man said in a low, husky voice.

I froze. I know that voice. I looked up, and sure enough, I did know that voice. That voice belonged to none other than Charles Bartholomew Bass.