A/N: So here's the second chapter. I was really inspired and decided to write it. I hope you guys are enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing it. And again, please tell me if i should continue it, and if it's any good.

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"Chuck Bass? Really? Way to go, mom," Emily bit out, as she rolled her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean, young lady?" Blair asked.

"New York's BIGGEST womanizer? That ring a bell?" Emily asked.

"Your father changed when we got together," Blair reasoned

"Well, it looks like he went back to his old ways. Have you read the tabloid magazines lately? It's full of pictures of him and random whores kissing and doing god knows what! So if this is my father, then god have mercy," Emily bit out angrily.

"Emily! That is enough! Though you don't know either of us very well, you have no right to say that. Even if some of those things might be true," she added, looking at Chuck.

"What do you mean 'don't know us very well'?"Chuck asked.

"Oh, mommy dearest didn't tell you? She gave me up for adoption when I was born," Emily answered.

"What? I thought you kept her," Chuck said.

"I couldn't! I wouldn't have known what to do. My mother never knew anything about my pregnancy. When I left you, I went to France to stay with my father and Roman. I stayed there the whole nine months, and as soon as Emily was born, I gave her up for adoption. Then when I came back here, I joined my mom in the Fashion industry. And here I am, 15 years later. The heir to Waldorf designs, with a line of my own," Blair said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Wow, so you decided that being rich and leading your normal life was better than keeping me? Some mother you are," Emily snapped walking back inside the suite.

"Emily," Blair called after her.

"Ok, well if you didn't keep her…why is she here?" Chuck asked, rubbing his forehead.

"She wants to get emancipated. She says that all the homes she's been placed in under foster care are a piece of crap. The mother's either a junkie or a whore, and the father's a pervert. So she wants to be by herself and do whatever she wants," Blair sighed, sitting down on the ivory colored patio chair.

"But why would she come all the way to the U.S to do it?" Chuck asked.

"Well, she can't get emancipated without our signatures. So she had no other choice but to come here," Blair replied.

"What about the hearing?" Chuck inquired.

"Also here. The government in France allowed her to have the hearing here and if she is granted the emancipation then she never has to go back under the care of a Foster home," Blair answered.

A few minutes of silence passed until Blair let out a little sob.

"I messed up big time didn't I?" Blair sobbed, putting her face in her hands.

"No, you didn't. You did what you thought was best," Chuck reasoned.

"I don't only mean that. I mean I messed up in general! First, I left you; hurting you horribly in the process. And then I give my baby girl up for adoption because I was an unfit, teenage mother. Then coming back here I went back under my mother's wing. All I cared about was succeeding in life. I didn't even look for you, or tried to apologize! God, I'm such a horrible person," Blair sobbed.

"No, you're not," Chuck sighed, lifting Blair's face up, and cupping it with his hands.

"Listen to me. You were 19 when you had Emily. You were young, and scared, and didn't know any better. You didn't have the 'wisdom', if you could call it that, of your mother to guide you through it, because you knew she would disown you if you did. So you did what any other teenage mother would do, if they don't think they're fit to be a mom. You gave her up for adoption. Though it wasn't the wisest choice, it was still a good one. Now, coming back here to New York, the only thing you had was school and your mother, seeing as how you had left me. So what? Trying to succeed in life isn't a sin, it's a great thing. Even if it means you hurt the people you loved in the process. But look at both of us now. You're the heir to Waldorf designs, not to mention you have your own line; and I'm CEO of a multi-million dollar company. We've achieved great things in life, even though we lost ourselves along the way," Chuck finished, wiping a tear from Blair's cheek.

Blair gave him a sad smile, before standing up.

"I should go talk to her," Blair sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Go ahead. But before you do…would you please do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tonight?" Chuck asked.

"What about Emily?" She asked.

"Bring her. Its better that we're all together. And like that, she can't stab us in public," he chuckled, adding a little humor to the situation.

"I'd like that," Blair smiled.

"See you tonight, Waldorf," Chuck smirked, winking at her before letting himself out.

"Emily. Emily honey, come out. I want to talk to you," Blair called out.

"Leave me alone!" came Emily's muffled sob from the guest bathroom.

"Emily, please. I'm sorry," Blair sighed.

"I don't care!" she yelled.

Blair grabbed the doorknob, and to her surprise, it was unlocked.

She opened the door, to reveal a disheveled and crying Emily in the corner.

"Oh honey," Blair sighed, sitting down next to her.

"Why? Why doesn't anyone want me? I mean you gave me up, and all my foster parents could care less about me. It's like I don't exist," Emily sobbed, putting her legs to her chest.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I honestly thought you would be in better care in a foster home. With people that were mature enough to take care of a baby," Blair said, wrapping an arm around Emily's shoulder and pulling her into a side hug.

"Why didn't you want me? Did you really care more about your fancy life than me? Your own daughter?"Emily bawled.

"No. Though it might seem like it…no. You don't understand. I was only 4 years older than you are now, when I had you. I had no experience whatsoever. And if I told my mother that I was pregnant, I might as well have signed my own death certificate. She would've hated me. I at least that the help of my father throughout those 9 months. Trust me, I wanted to keep you. When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were the most beautiful baby girl I'd ever seen. I cried of joy, and I loved you from that very moment. But, I wouldn't have known how to be a mother. So I did what I thought was best," Blair explained, wiping the tears from Emily's porcelain cheeks.

"But what about your dad? Couldn't he have helped you?" Emily sniffled.

"There's only so much a father can do. The rest is up to the mother. And at that point in my life, I didn't have a mother," Blair sniffled, noticing that she had also started to cry.

"So, I'm sorry for leaving you. But there really wasn't anything I could do. I hope that in time, you forgive me. And for my sake, try to be nice to your father. He means well," Blair said, giving Emily a half-smile.

Emily wiped the tears from her eyes, and smiled a little.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt," she joked.

"Good, now let's get cleaned up. Your father has invited us to dine with him, and I said yes," Blair said, standing up.

"You know…I may not know much about the history you guys shared before I came into the picture, but there is something I can tell about my…dad. He really cares for you. I can see it in his eyes, the way he looks at you. He's completely infatuated," Emily smiled, standing up and fixing her shirt.

"I don't believe that. When I left him, I broke his heart. I doubt that he'll ever forgive me," Blair sighed.

"We'll see," Emily smirked.

"You truly are your father's daughter," Blair laughed, shaking her head a bit.

"Why do you say that?" Emily asked.

"You have his smirk and that mischievous look on your face. Of course, you have the beauty and brawns from me," Blair chuckled.

"Like mother, like daughter," Emily joked.

Blair laughed.

"Well, enough chit chat. We need to buy you an outfit to wear tonight, so let's go shopping!" Blair exclaimed giddily, grabbing onto Emily's arm and leading her out of the apartment.

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Chuck was in his limo, riding back to his penthouse.

He had invited Blair to dinner, and his daughter was coming along.

Sure it wasn't necessarily a date, but it was something.

He was going to make this work. No matter how long it took.

He sure as hell wasn't going to lose Blair twice.

He still loved her too damn much.

They were going to be together, and they were going to be a family.

But then again, Rome wasn't built in a day.

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