Happy December everyone! This is a fic I worte at the request of Sabi. It's a glimpse of Chuck, Blair and baby Henry on his first Christmas. Unfortuantely babies are really quite boring so it's heavy on CB which I never find boring. It ended up being much longer than I thought. Not sure if that's a good thing! Hope you all enjoy. I'm going to keep this open as I may add other Christmas one shots to this as the mood strikes me. As always nothing belongs to me.

It was Christmas Eve in Manhattan and the city was quiet and calm. Large, fluffy snowflakes had been falling since noon and the streets and sidewalks were white. Central Park sparkled under the blanket of fresh snow. Directly across from the park on Fifth Avenue was the home of Charles and Blair Bass. It was a beautiful prewar building that they had converted into one five story single family home. A wreath tied with a gold velvet ribbon graced each window. The home looked inviting and festive to anyone passing by on the street.

Inside Blair Waldorf Bass sat crossed legged on the plush Kirman Persian rug in her living room. Christmas music piped in through the speakers played softly in the background as she wrapped some last minute presents. The twelve foot Christmas tree in the corner glowed brightly and besides one other lamp and the fire in the fireplace it was the only light in the room. She smiled to herself as she tied a red, silk ribbon into a beautiful bow attached to Chuck's present. Dorota and the rest of the staff wrapped all their presents except for the ones she bought for Chuck. It gave her a good feeling to do this personal thing for her husband. She got up and placed the package under the tree with the other presents. She smiled at the thought of Chuck opening the gift she had planned for him. She couldn't wait to see his face as he unwrapped it.

Their Christmas traditions had started two years ago. They always spent Christmas Eve at the Van der Woodsen's and then everyone joined Chuck and Blair at their home Christmas day for presents and dinner.

She thought back to Christmas Eve two years ago and smiled. They had just been married less than a month before and Chuck had an emergency meeting at the office. He arrived home at four in the afternoon exhausted and irritated at being kept away from his bride the entire day.

His mood changed drastically when he entered the living room to find Blair sitting seductively in front of the Christmas tree dressed in nothing but a red lace thong and a red, silk bow.

She had smiled up at him coyly and asked, "Would you like to open your present now or later?"

He had dropped his briefcase onto the carpet and crossed the room in four long strides.

"I don't think I can wait," he said as he sat down next to her pulling on the end of the ribbon. Within minutes he had her unwrapped and under him. They were late for cocktails at Lily's that night.

And so the tradition, of the two of them exchanging one present each privately on Christmas Eve, began.

She then smiled brightly remembering last Christmas Eve. They were dressed for dinner and sharing a drink together before they left. Blair had been feeling unwell for the past couple of weeks and so was sipping sparkling water.

Chuck had his arm around her and had just kissed her temple. "Are you sure you're up to going tonight? You still look a bit pale. Lily will understand if we skip it."

Blair had shaken her head. "No I'm feeling much better. Really."

She gave him a kiss and then handed him his present. "I want you to open this before we go tonight."

He had smiled at her as he took the box and set down his glass. He pulled the red, silk ribbon from the box and opened it. Nestled inside was the classic robin's egg blue velvet pouch of Tiffany and Co.

He looked up at her, "Let me guess, cufflinks?"

She shrugged as he lifted the pouch from the box with a confused look on his face. The weight and shape proved him wrong. He slid the gift out of its packaging giving her a questioning look as he held up a sterling silver circular baby rattle and teether.

"Blair…," he whispered as he looked at her.

She nodded tears already in her eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Chuck breathless enveloped her into his arms and began to kiss her. They had just started to discuss having a family but he had never imagined it happening so quickly.

She pulled back and looked at him biting her bottom lip. "Are you happy?"

He gave her one of the biggest smiles he'd ever graced her with and replied, "Over the moon." He kissed her again and then pulled back. "When did you find out?"

"A week ago and it's been killing me not to tell you but you've been away all week and I thought this made it more special."

He pulled her into his arms. "Nothing will ever top this gift. You have made me so happy you have no idea. How far along are you? When are you due?"

"I'm six weeks and I'm due August 14th."

He kissed her. "A summer baby. Wow…" He was actually speechless. "Lily and Serena are going to be thrilled and your mom. Not to mention Cyrus."

Blair pulled back a bit. "Chuck, I want to wait to tell everyone. Just in case."

He nodded and pulled her back to himself kissing the top of her head. "I understand. It'll be our secret for a while."

They had spent the night at Lily's exchanging secretive looks and gentle touches.

Blair was brought back to the present by the mewling sound from the space she had vacated on the floor. She crossed back over to where she had been wrapping her presents and bent down lifting her four and a half month old son, Henry, out of the Dupioni silk Moses basket where he had been napping.

She kissed his cheek gently. "Are you waking up sleepy head? I bet someone's hungry." It had been nearly three hours since she had last fed him and she was feeling it. She got the diaper bag and pulled out what she needed so she could change him. She hummed a lullaby as she placed a new diaper on her son.

She had just settled herself onto the couch when Dorota stepped into the room.

"Miss Blair, Arthur just call to say he is en route back to house with Mr. Chuck. Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

Blair shook her head as she started to unbutton her blouse. Henry was beginning to fuss. "I need to feed him first."

Dorota nodded. "I'll go pull your dress and accessories together upstairs."

Blair settled Henry at her breast and he latched on immediately. "Go home Dorota. I know Ana and Leo are excited for you to get there. I can get myself together tonight."

Dorota crossed the room to Blair. She bent over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Merry Christmas Miss Blair." She then touched Henry's tiny hand. "You too, Master Henry."

Blair smiled at the woman who was like a mother to her. "Thank you for everything Dorota. Enjoy the next couple of weeks. We'll miss you."

"I miss you too." Dorota blew her a kiss as she walked out of the room to gather her stuff to leave.

Blair shouted after her. "Take a cab. Use the cash in the drawer."

She heard Dorota agree and she smiled down at her son. "Daddy's coming home."

Henry didn't acknowledge her at all. His eyes were closed and he was content being fed and cuddled by his mother. Blair patted his bottom gently.

"You are the most perfect baby ever. How did I get so lucky?"

She laid her head onto the back of the couch and shut her eyes for a minute. She was exhausted. Even though they had a baby nurse and Dorota she was still very hands on and of course still breastfeeding. She hadn't returned to work yet either. Other than holding a few meetings with her design team at the house and taking calls and emails she hadn't stepped foot back into the office. She promised her mother she'd return in the New Year but to be honest she wasn't really feeling it.

She loved being ensconced at home with her baby and her husband. She hadn't even returned to her usual social calendar. Other than a few mandatory Bass Industries parties and dinners she was home most nights. She met Serena for lunch twice a week but she always brought Henry along. Serena being the doting aunt was always happy to have him.

She took a deep breath as she laid a burp clothe over her shoulder and lifted her son up to be burped. She rubbed his back gently until she heard the tiny expulsion of air. She continued until she got a second burp out of him and then settled him at her other breast pulling her blouse closed over the other side.

Ten minutes later she heard Chuck call her name. "We're in the living room."

He came rushing into the room bringing the smell of winter and snow with him. He sat down next to her kissing her lightly.

"How are my two favorite people?"

Blair smiled at him. "Great now that your home." She leaned over and kissed him again. He tasted of scotch. "How was the meeting?"

Chuck reached out rubbing his son's cheek. "Great. Everything is set to move forward after the holidays."

Henry was starting to doze off again. Blair lifted him to her shoulder to burp him one last time before he fell sound asleep. "That's fantastic." Henry burped right on cue.

Chuck smiled at her. "I love watching you with him. You're such a good mother." He leaned in for another kiss.

She touched his cheek. "Thank you."

He reached for his son pulling him into the crook of his arm and kissing his cheek. He watched Blair as she started to pull herself back together. "Please don't cover up on my account." He raised his eyebrows at her.

She continued to button her blouse. "You're such a pig sometimes."

He ran his free hand over her cheek and down over her right breast. "You love it."

She blushed slightly as she stood up. "I think that's my cue to go get ready." She kissed him and her son and left them to go get dressed.

Chuck held the door open for Blair and their son as they stepped into the foyer. They had had a wonderful night at Lily's with family and friends. Blair set the baby carrier on the marble floor and slid off her coat handing it to Chuck so he could hang it in the hall closet.

"What about Serena and Dan? They looked awfully cozy." Chuck commented as he hung up the coats.

"She told me it wasn't anything serious but it definitely didn't look that way. I thought after the Brazilian diamond merchant she was going to take a break."

Chuck laughed. "Not our Serena." He lifted the carrier onto the hall bench and unhooked his sleeping son.

Henry had been the hit of the night. Blair never saw him except to change and feed him before coming home. All the excitement had tired him out and he hardly stirred as Chuck cradled him in his arms.

Blair slid her arm through Chuck's. "I'm so glad I'm settled and don't have to think about dating."

Chuck kissed the top of her head. "Me too."

They started up the stairs. Blair got to the top and stopped. Chuck looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you realize this is the first time since Henry's birth that we have been completely alone? No baby nurse, no Dorota, no one but you, me and our baby."

He smiled. "Until your mother and Cyrus arrive in the morning." He winked at her. "It feels kind of nice."

She leaned up and kissed him. "I'm going to pump and dump." She had had some champagne at the party. "Will you put him down?"

Chuck kissed her again. "Of course. The bassinet?"

He was asking about the bassinet in their room that Henry had been sleeping in since coming home from the hospital. Chuck had been pushing for Blair to move him into the nursery. He loved his son but he was missing the privacy of their bedroom.

Blair shook her head. "The nursery." She looked up at him suggestively. "I think it's time. Besides I feel like I've been neglecting my handsome husband for too long."

Chuck took a deep breath. They had been making love sporadically. Between his schedule and her pure exhaustion they were lucky to have sex twice a week and Chuck missed having her when and where he wanted.

She kissed him one more time. "I'll see you in a few minutes. And don't forget my present." She raised her eyebrows at him and then leaned over to kiss her son on the forehead.

"Good night my sweet prince. You get to see Daddy tonight for your feeding." On that note she headed down the hall with her hips swaying the way she knew he liked.

Chuck headed quickly to the nursery to put his son down to sleep in his crib for the first time. He swaddled him perfectly and kissed him one last time before laying him down in his beautiful crib. He paused to look down at his son. He couldn't imagine ever being happier than he was at this moment. He had the one thing he had always wanted…a loving family. He owed everything to Blair.

He turned on the nightlight and monitor and switched off the lamp closing the door as he walked out. He headed downstairs to lock up and turn off all the lights. On the way back up he grabbed Blair's Christmas Eve present from his briefcase and took the stairs two at a time back up to their master bedroom.

He entered their suite and went into the sitting room where she was just finishing up. She smiled at him.

"Give me five minutes?"

He crossed the room and stood in front of the overstuffed chair she was sitting in. He leaned over and kissed her gently. "I love you."

She beamed up at him the effects of the champagne had turned her cheeks pink. "And I love you Charles Bass."

She had changed into her robe and he reached out and untied the sash pushing it open. "You don't need five minutes."

She blushed. "I want to freshen up and change into my new lingerie for you."

He bent over and picked her up into his arms in one fluid sweep. "It's a waste of time. I'm just going to rip it off of you in ten seconds anyways."

She wrapped her arms around his neck giggling. "Is this part of my Christmas present?"

He tossed her onto the bed. "Oh this is most definitely my Christmas present." He quickly removed his tie, jacket and dress shirt throwing them all onto the floor without any care about them getting wrinkled.

He covered her body with his kissing her deeply. "I've missed you. It's been four days."

She became serious. "I'm sorry Chuck. I promise to be more available."

He cupped her cheek in his hand. "Don't you ever apologize for being a good mother and putting our son first." He kissed her gently working his way down between the edges of her open robe. "That's enough talking for now."

And it was. They spent the next hour making love. Blair was lying flat on her stomach and feeling completely weightless. She felt Chuck's lips kissing a trail down her spine. When he got to the small of her back he caressed her butt cheek and then placed a kiss on it.

"You're perfect," he whispered.

"No I'm not. I still have five pounds to lose." She glanced at him over her shoulder.

He looked up at her moving his hands to her hips. "I like those five pounds. You're curvy in all the right places. I find you fucking irresistible."

"You're bias."

He slid up next to her kissing her shoulder. "Have you forgotten I'm Chuck Bass? I know beautiful women."

She turned her head to give him a scowl. "Tell me you're not going to lie here next to me talking about other women."

He smirked at her. "There's been no one since you. You've had my heart since day one. You are the best of the best." He kissed her. "Do you want your present now?"

"Distracting me with gifts?"

He got up crossing to the closet. "Of course, it always works." He came back out tying his silk robe around his waist. He then picked hers up from the end of the bed where it was lying in a heap and handed it to her.

She excitedly got up slipping it on and going to get her present from her dressing table drawer.

They sat facing one another on opposite sides of the huge bed. Chuck handed her a small rectangular box. "This actually goes with your push present."

Blair looked up at him glowing with anticipation as she slipped the ribbon from the box. Her push present had been an apartment in Paris. She couldn't imagine what in the world would go along with it that would come in such a tiny box.

She removed the lid and was confused as she lifted a business card from inside. The name on it was Geoffrey Bradfield. He was one of the top interior designers in the world and he had told Blair that he was simply unable to fit their Paris apartment into his already packed schedule. She had been devastated and hadn't been able to find anyone else she even remotely liked for the job since. So the apartment was on hold for the time being.

"Chuck, I don't get it."

He smiled at her. "Mr. Bradfield will be able to meet with you and our architect in the New Year. He's just waiting for your call."

Her face went from confusion to pure joy in 2.2 seconds. She squealed as she leaned across the tousled sheets and hugged him placing kisses all over his face. She then threw herself backwards onto the pillows giggling.

"I can't believe it. How in the world did you get him to agree?"

Chuck shook his head at her. "A gentleman never discusses the price of his gifts." It had cost Chuck a bonus to Mr. Bradfield of one million dollars. The man was relentless in his negotiations. Chuck would've felt awful for the other clients he was now pushing off to next year if it didn't make his wife so unbelievably happy.

"I can't wait to rub it in Jennifer Morris' face at the Met meeting next month." She sat up kissing Chuck. "You are the most incredible husband in the world."

She sat back onto her knees reaching out for her box. "Now it's your turn but after your gift this is going to seem so simple."

He took the box from her kissing her softly on the lips. "I like simple."

Chuck always opened his Christmas gifts like a little boy. Ripping and tearing the paper without any reserve. He took the lid off the large rectangular box and pushed back the tissue paper to reveal a gorgeous sterling silver framed black and white photo of Blair and Henry.

A month ago Blair had had the idea to do a professional photo session of her and Henry for Chuck's present. She smiled at him as he lifted the picture from the box. "It's for your desk at work."

The picture was a profile shot of Blair with a sleeping Henry lying on her shoulder. She looked breathtakingly beautiful with her hair curled and falling down her back. Henry had already aged a month since this and he could see the changes. It was nice to have this moment captured.

He felt his eyes begin to well up with tears. He looked up at Blair. "This is the perfect present." He looked back down at the photo and wiped his eyes.

She understood without him saying a word what this meant to him. They were a family, they were happy, and they were in love. There wasn't a material gift in the world that could compare to that. It really was the best Christmas ever.

A/N If you get time check out Geoffrey Bradfield's work. He's a fave of mine and I think his style is so Chuck and Blair modern yet comfortable and gorgeous. Love him.