Hello! We're really getting down to it, aren't we? Two left! I'm still slightly worried about myself. I was in the OTH fandom, and was a crazed Naley lover from the first season to the end, but by the last season, I'd fallen out of love with the show for the most part, and was okay to say goodbye to it and Naley. However, I'm way more addicted to CB, and am still and AVID GG watcher. I've never been in this place. The place where I still love a show and it's ending. I'm going to be ROUGH on my family at Christmas. Poor them. They better give me good gifts. Or else. I'm excited for the last two episodes though. SO much love for Chuck and Blair and GG. Here we go...

"Oh, my god. Chuck... we're parents now!"

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow as if she'd lost her mind. "Yes, I believe I signed documentation in that regard yesterday. A birth certificate, I believe it's called?" His teasing lilt continued. "And then there's the little fact... of the very small human being in your arms that is made up of both of our DNA..."

He looked up from the baby with a smile, but it full away when he saw her giant brown eyes filled with tears. His hand came up and slid into her hair to cup her head.

"What is it? Blair, what's wrong?" He asked with concern.

"I don't want to be bad at this." She looked down at the baby, and her hand shook as she gently touched his cheek.

"You won't be."

"How do you know this?"

"Because I know you. You were meant to be a mother. I promise to impregnate you as many times as it takes to prove how much I believe in you." He gave her a half smile.

"New rule, Bass. You cannot plan to put future children inside of me until the stitches from the last one have dissolved." She managed a smile through her tears.

He grimaced. He knew she'd torn, not because she'd let him look, but because he'd heard the doctor say it, and then talk to her as they stitched her up. He'd almost fainted. Right now he could see her coming out of her fear, and continued with gentle teasing.

"How is my precious Holly?"

Blair's eyes rolled skyward. "For the millionth time... You do NOT get to name my vagina."

"I've forsaken all others for it..."

Blair pinched him before gently lifting the lulling baby up onto her shoulder, and patting his back. She kept going with a focused look on her face, until finally the tiny boy burped. Both his anxious parents sighed in relief.

"Well done." Chuck commended.

"Years of rolling you and Serena onto your sides, and propping you up, finally pays off." She teased.

Blair continued to pat as she whispered to her husband, and Chuck tilted his head to peek at the small, slighty Stork-bitten face.

"He's sleeping." Chuck told her quietly.

Blair nodded and slipped him carefully back into the cradle of her arms, holding her breath till she watched him settle and relax against her.

"So this is really real now, huh?" She asked, going back to the more serious topic, but with a more teasing lilt.

While she was back to it, he could tell she wasn't sad anymore. Merely pondering. He nodded. "Yes. You, me and the baby."

"Well, since we seem to be keeping him, maybe it's best we stop calling him 'the baby'?"

They loved the name they'd chosen, yet they used it sparingly. They'd chosen it months ago, yet told no one. It had been theirs and his before he had even been born to use it. Much like him, it had the air of being sacred. But this wasn't a dream. Their son was real and here. Ready to claim his name.

"Henry Bass." She whispered down to the now sleeping baby... about a second before he spit up all over her Dior blouse.

The next morning Serena and Nate stood on the Basses doorstep. Serena giddily bounced up and down, causing the strings of the dozen balloons she held to bounce and dance along with her.

"Natie, I can't wait to see him!" She shrilled.

Nate smiled at her as he struggled with the 4 foot tall teddy bear in his arms and stretched to push the doorbell again. "You saw him yesterday."

Serena shook her head with laugh. "That was different! That was just our first meeting! Now? Now I can really get to know my nephew!"

"He's two days old." Nate chuckled as he pushed the bell. "His likes probably include sleeping and Blair's boobs."

"Like Father like son, I guess?"

They both laughed at that. Serena suddenly froze and looked at Nate with a rather serious expression. "NATE!"

"Yeah...?" He raised a brow at her enthusiasm.

"Picture telling our 13 year old selves that we'd be here. Picture telling THEIR 13 year old selves that they'd be here! Chuck and Blair! Married! With a baby!" She shook his arm excitedly.

"Ha. Chuck would be too high to take us seriously, and Blair? Blair would kill you, then me, then him. You for saying it. Me for agreeing with it. And him to prevent it from coming true."

They both laughed and then got frustrated at the door still not being answered.

"Do you think they're home?"

"Gossip Girl said they came home yesterday and there's been no sign of them since. You know there's a pretty high price on the head of the first picture of Baby Boy Bass."

Out of no where the door was pulled open and ruffled Chuck stood there. He was in his pyjamas. His hair was a mess. There was something white on his shoulder. He looked like he was just coming out of a month long bender. Both Nate and Serena would have thought it was the worst they'd ever seen him look in his whole life, but that would have been a lie. There was a light in Chuck's eyes they'd never seen before. It was clearly partially insane at the moment, but he was also utterly happy.

"Shut up." Were the first words that came out of Happy Chuck's mouth.

"Well, hello to you too." Serena teased and through herself at him, hugging her brother tight. "Congratulations... AGAIN!"

Chuck looked skyward, but he couldn't help but smile a little. As Serena stepped back, Chuck was about to shake Nate's hand, as he expected to do, but Nate just raised a brow at him.

"Come on, Chuck!" Nate opened his arms. "Get in here!"

Chuck was pulled into a giant man hug that nearly broke his ribs. The fun mood was cut by a tiny hiccup, that turned into fussing. Chuck stepped back and looked over his shoulder with anxiety. As the small sound turned into a wail, Chuck turned without a word and walked into the house.

Nate and Serena looked at each other.

"Do we just go in? Uninvited?"

"Never stopped us before."

They walked in, dropping their things in the hall, and followed the sound of Henry's crying. They got to the living room just as Chuck was lifting the angry little scrap of humanity up onto his shoulder. Chuck immediately started gently bouncing on the balls of his feet, as one hand patted his son't back, and the other kept him securely held to him.

Chuck walked to the closed library doors, and hissed at them. "He's awake..."

"Really? You mean he doesn't cry in his sleep?" Came Blair's sarcastic voice from the other side.

"Are you done yet?" Chuck asked frustratedly as the baby's cries grew louder.

"Do you see me standing in front of you, holding a bottle?"

"No." He bit out and flinched as the baby hit a sharper pitch.

"Then I'm NOT DONE YET!" She shrilled.

Chuck began to pace, still being gentle with the baby, but casting harsh glares at the shuttered room. Nate and Serena looked watched him and cast a glance at each other.

"It's fascinating..." Nate commented in awe.

"Like National Geographic..."

"Only better clothes..."

Chuck stopped and glared at them, but the baby started giving off shrill sobs, and Chuck went back to pacing. "Blair... please!" The desperation was clear in his voice.

"Did Chuck Bass just beg?"

"And not in the way that he likes?"

"What's up, man?"

Chuck took several deep breaths. He then spoke to them, but it was clear he was directing his words through the door. "Blair is insisting on using the breast pump. While many say that this will stimulate milk production, Blair is more focused on the bottling aspect."

"... She wants to sell it?" Nate asked incredulous and grossed out.

"No." Chuck grunted. "She wants me to be able to feed him as well."

"Shared torture?"

"Bonding." Chuck corrected.

"Where's the nurse you guys hired?" Serena asked.

"Blair fired her last night. She said the woman burped Henry too hard, and was going to crook his spine."

"Didn't she care for Will and Harry as babies?" Serena asked, remembering Blair's during her baby shower.

"I believe that became part of her grounds for dismissal." Chuck got out just before Henry hit a pitch that could have shattered the windows.

"That is the most annoying sound I have ever heard."

"My son is not annoying." Chuck bit out.

"Sorry!" Nate called out. "Could hear you over the most annoying sound known to man."

Serena nudged Nate, but spoke to Chuck. "Why don't I see what's taking Blair..."

After Serena had disappeared into the room and shut the door again behind her, Nate looked at Chuck.

"You're not allowed to help?"

"I was told if I opened that door, and took one look at her with the electric pump attached, that would be the last time I'd ever see them again."

In the library, Serena was standing dumbfounded and staring at her best friend. Blair was sitting on the edge of a chair, on the tips of her toes, and she was doubled over, her head tucked into her chest. Chuck shouldn't have worried, because all Serena could see was the top of Blair's head.

"What are you doing?"

"Fishing for lake trout." Came the dry reply.

Serena sat down on the couch near her, and became aware of the soft humming that was coming from the machine her friend was hooked up to.

"So..."

"I have to sit this way so that I can make sure the pumps are attached right."

"So... You're watching yourself get milked?"

"If you take a picture of this or tell anyone, I'll post the shot of you with Eric Trump."

Serena laughed and the girls talked for a few moments, Serena commenting that never in her life could she have pictured this moment. She was cut off by Blair detaching herself from the machine and excitedly sitting up.

"I got it!" Blair proudly held up a bottle with what looked to be only a few ounces in it.

"That's it? All that effort for... that."

"This is gold." Blair huffed proudly. "And it will do for now. This morning I didn't even get half this much."

As Blair removed the pump and attached a sterilized nipple to the bottle she thought about how much her efforts were worth. This morning she watched Chuck sit in a chair, and nervously bring the bottle to their child's lips. At first it had seemed like Henry was going to refuse it, but Chuck's deep voice gently coaxed him to take it, and the boy seemed to settle. Watching the look of awe on Chuck's face as he fed their son? Priceless.

Blair adjusted her clothes as she walked to the door, opened it and handed the bottle to a near frantic Chuck. The girls headed to the kitchen and left the boys in the living room.

"What do you want?" Serena asked after shooing her best friend into a chair at the breakfast table.

"Water. I need to stay hydrated to produce enough milk for Henry."

"Well we wouldn't want Henry to have a sour cow, now would we?"

They talked as S pulled out glasses and bottle spring water, but it stopped when she opened the freezer to get some ice.

"B... Why are their maxi pads in your freezer?" Serena looked over at her friend with raised brows.

"Why do you think?"

"Chuck's pulling out his old tricks from when we were 13?"

"Not quite."

S's eyebrows went up another notch, waiting for an answer.

"One, because there's some bleeding." Blair said matter-of-factly.

"Ewww." Serena started, but stopped at Blair's scowl.

"And two, because it feels aaaammmmaaazzzziiinnnnggg..." Blair's eyes rolled back in her head just thinking about the cooling relief she got from a fresh from the freezer maxi pad.

Out in the living room, Chuck held a fed, burped, and now sleeping Henry in his arms. It was evident to Nate that his best friend was proud of his son and himself.

"Nice work, man."

Chuck just smiled back at his friend, and they sat quietly for a while. The doorbell wrong and Chuck lurched in his seat. Henry stirred but did not awaken, so Chuck hurried to answer it before it rang again and woke Henry. "This better be the new nurse from the agency... Or I'm buying the place and firing everyone."

Chuck pulled open the door, and an attractive blonde in her early twenties stood there. Dressed in a nurses uniform.

"Did you call the wrong agency..." Nate asked from behind him, his jaw slightly open.

Chuck shot him scowl and then looked at the woman. "Sorry, but this isn't going to work."

Her smile disappeared and he shut the door in her face before she could think of anything to say.

"Was that the new nurse?" Blair called from deep in the house.

"No. Just another delivery of flowers from former minions. I had them sent away." Chuck lied with ease.

Nate looked at Chuck, and he shrugged. "My wife is a touch... high strung to-"

"You think?" Nate laughed.

"To begin with." Chuck ignored his friend and continued. "And now she's raging with hormones."

Chuck looked down at his son and then back up at Nate. "I'd like to live to see Henry grow up."

They both chuckled and went back to the living room, Nate sitting in a high backed chair, and Chuck on the couch with Henry. Soon the girls came in and joined them, Serena heading for a chair. Blair came over the couch, resting on her knees for a minute so she could gently kiss Henry's forehead. As she moved upright Chuck slipped in for a short, sweet kiss, and as they pulled away they smiled at each other. Blair slid to his side, resting her head on his shoulder as they both talked quietly to their friends.

Both Nate and Serena were struck again by what was in front of them. Their friends weren't just Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck anymore. They were Blair, Chuck and Henry. And they were a family.

TahDAH! I'm a firm believe that you never fully know how weird your best friend is... until they've pushed a human being out of their vagina. Like before, you knew they were weird and you loved it, but after? You catch them doing and saying the funniest things. I really hope my BFF never reads this, because I really have stollen a lot from real life on this. The maxi pads in the freezer? She really did that. And all her mom friends thank her for the tip. Oh, and I have had many, many conversations with the top of her head as she's in cannon ball position to pump.

On another note, have you ever been washing dishes, turned your head, so as not to sneeze in the water... and ended up sneezing directly onto your clean, drying dishes? And perhaps spent several minutes thinking about who would have to eat off of them, or if it was mostly just going to be you, would it be okay not to rewash them? Dilemmas, dilemmas...