Hi, everyone! First of all, I have to thank you for the wonderful reviews! I am really glad you liked the first chapter and here comes another one! I hope you like it! Oh, and - I do not own "Gossip Girl".
Summary: What if the father of Blair's baby is Chuck? How will things work out for her when she had lied to the whole world? Read and see!
"The Wrong Prince"
Chapter 2
It was a nice sunny morning and Blair Waldorf was heading to the "Empire". Her yellow high heels were playfully tapping on the pavement. They were a reflection of how she felt inside – full of joy. When she got in the hotel, she rushed into the elevator and quickly pressed the button for Chuck's floor.
"Good morning, honey!" she smiled as she entered his apartment. Chuck, who was sitting on the sofa and reading a newspaper, didn't respond. It was like he didn't see or hear her. Her previous happiness must have gone away - angry flames burnt in Blair's eyes. "Chuck?" she called him but once again there was no response. She went to the sofa and sat next to him. "Charles Bass! Why are you ignoring me?" And in that moment she saw the page from "New York Times" he had been reading. With big letters it was written:
"At the ceremony last night,
Blair Cornelia Waldorf
was announced as the biggest liar of the year
after she lied to her fiancé and the father of her child,
who ironically were not the same person."
"Oh, my God!" she covered her mouth with her hand. This wasn't true. This couldn't be true. "Chuck, you have to believe me – this is a lie!" she screamed desperately. "Chuck? Chuck!"
"Chuck? Chuck!" Blair Waldorf spoke in her dream.
"Miss Blair, you should stop saying that!" said Dorota who has just entered the room, bringing breakfast. "Someone can hear you!" she added but the lovely lady in the bed didn't look as she had heard any of the words her maid told her. She was still asleep and repeating Chuck's name. "Miss Blair!"
"Ahh, Dorota!" Blair spoke sleepily as she removed the band from her eyes. "I was having that bad dream again. For the third time since… you know what." Blair frowned.
"You were saying Mr. Chuck's name," Dorota said with worry in her eyes.
"Oh, my God! Again?" Blair buried her head in her pillow. "I've had this dream for three nights now. And it has nothing to do with any movie I have ever seen! And on top of that, every morning you tell me that I have been saying Chuck's name! What if I stay this way for the rest of my life?" she asked horrified. "Louis and I will never be able to sleep in one room! Dorota, what shall I do?"
"Maybe you should tell Mr. Chuck and the Prince the truth about…" the maid began but Blair cut her off.
"Tell them the truth?" she shouted towards Dorota and raised her left eyebrow. "Are you insane? Oh, why am I even asking?" she scoffed.
"Miss Blair, this will be the best for the baby, too…"
"Did someone ask for your opinion?" Blair frowned. "Now, if you'll excuse me…" she said and went into the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, Blair was going downstairs wearing a purple dress. Purple? Chuck's favourite colour. How ironic!
"Blair!" Louis called her from the sofa in the huge living room.
"Louis," Blair called him back, trying to sound cheerful but her attempt didn't reach success.
"Is there anything wrong?" her fiancé asked her.
"No, not at all," she said as she sat on the sofa opposite of Louis. "So, when are your mother and sister coming?" Blair asked. Not that she cared that much, but she tried to keep a conversation so that Louis doesn't get suspicious. Since the night when Blair told him she was pregnant, he had not slept at the Waldorf's. Blair had come up with some lame excuse but of course the real reason was saying Chuck's name while sleeping. However, Louis had no idea and believed his fiancée's words.
"Later this afternoon," he said calmly.
"That's very good." Blair put a fake smile on her face, but still sounded nervously. Louis sensed that.
"Don't worry, my love," he tried to comfort her. "Mother will be very happy that she will have a grandchild. You shall not be so nervous – it's not good for the baby."
Blair frowned. Since when has everyone become psychologists who were aware of certain things that were good or bad for babies? However, she tried to be polite and spoke, "I'm not nervous!"
"So, my mother's arrival was not the reason you have been avoiding me for the past few days?"
"No," Blair shook her head. "I mean 'yes'," she corrected herself when she saw the golden opportunity for getting out of the messed up situation. "That's exactly why I was avoiding you. I was worried how your mother and sister would deal with the news. I didn't want you to know because…"
"It is fine," Louis interrupted her. "But don't worry. I will be right next to you when we tell our families."
"Tell us what?" Eleanor Waldorf has just come into the room.
"Nothing!" Blair said quickly.
Eleanor raised her eyebrows. Somehow she could always sense when her daughter was lying to her.
"Fine," Blair murmured. "We have to tell you something but that will happen at dinner when Princess Sophie and Beatrice arrive."
"Is it something about you two?" Eleanor asked again and raised her eyebrows even more.
"Mom!" Blair said but Eleanor was too insistent. "Yes, mother, it is. But you will understand tonight just like the others."
"You'll never stop using my own tricks against me, will you?" Eleanor laughed, remembering that Thanksgiving day about three years ago.
"Of course not, mother," Blair smiled but this time sincerely when the memory of that day popped into her mind. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a best friend to talk to," she said and went upstairs as she left her mother and fiancé watching suspiciously.
"Serena!" Blair said as she entered the blonde's bedroom. "I want to talk to you!"
"B, I want to talk to you, too," Serena said remembering the promise she gave to Nate, "but I have to go to work now."
"It is very important, Serena," Blair said as she watched her blond friend putting her shoes on.
"I'm sure it is," Serena said as she took her purse. "But I'm already late. How about lunch? Today? We'll be able to talk as much as we want."
"Lunch sounds fine," the brunette said.
"Good. Pick me up at 12:30, OK?"
Blair nodded.
"Great!" Serena said. "I love you, B!" she hugged her best friend. "See you at lunch!"
Blair was heading to Serena's office. She was going round the corner of a tall building when she bumped into something… or more certainly – someone.
"Chuck?"
"Blair!" he said contented. "What a pleasure to meet you!"
"What are you doing here?" she frowned.
"I didn't know it was forbidden to walk down 77th street," Chuck said.
"You didn't answer my question!"
"I'm actually walking with my dog, as you can see," he smirked and looked down to Monkey. Blair did the same.
"Of course you are," flames of anger were burning in her eyes. She could see the mobile phone in his right hand and she was sure that he was using the 'Spotted' map on Gossip Girl.
"Don't be so nervous. It's not good for the baby," he smirked and whispered into her ear as he walked past her.
Blair finally got into Serena's office without meeting anyone else 'unpleasant'. Until…
"Humphrey? What are you doing here?" she frowned when she saw Dan sitting on a chair in front of Serena's desk, across her.
"I never thought that I would ever say that, but I'm actually glad that you are here," he said.
Blair raised her left eyebrow, "What has gotten into you, Humphrey? And why are you smiling?" she asked when she saw the grin on Serena's face. "Don't tell me that you are back together!"
"No!" Serena and Dan said in sync and Serena laughed.
"Dan came to give me a copy of his book," the blond said. "He has a copy for you, too."
"Oh, God! Is it another lame story about how he met you?" Blair sighed.
"No," Dan said and gave her a book. "It is a novel about the lives of people from Upper East Side."
"Wait a second," the brunette woman said. "Is this about us? I mean me, Serena, Chuck…?" she rolled her eyes when saying the last name.
"Well… Basically, yes," he said and rose from the chair. "I gotta go now. I have a meeting with my agent. Oh, the party is tonight. You should come."
"No way!" Blair said. "I am having dinner with Louis, mother, Cyrus, Princess Sophie and Beatrice."
"What a lovely date!" Dan laughed.
"Shut up, Humphrey!" the brunette said angrily.
"Fine. But if you decide to come, Serena will tell you the address," he said and went out of the office.
"So, where are we going for lunch?" Blair asked.
"Well, I was thinking about that great restaurant around the corner."
"It sounds good," the brunette said and she and Serena left the blonde's office.
When they got in the restaurant, they sat on a table next to the windows. A waiter came and took their order.
"So, B…" Serena began. "Have you heard from Chuck?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," Blair answered. "I saw him today, while I was heading to your office," she continued speaking a bit coldly. "Why are you asking?"
"Just… asking," Serena said and smiled innocently. "So, you wanted to talk to me?"
"Yeah, I did," Blair said and took a deep breath before she spoke again. "Louis and I are going to have a baby."
"What?" Serena grinned. "Congratulations, B! You must be very happy!"
"I am," the brunette nodded as convincingly as possible. "So, you wanted to talk to me, too?"
"Oh, just… forget it," the blonde said. She actually wanted to ask Blair if she had any idea why Chuck had been so upset that night, but now she just gathered 2 and 2 and the whole thing popped into her mind – he was that way because the woman he loved was having a child from another man. She just needed one more detail to be sure. "Did you tell Chuck?"
"I did," Blair said and looked down.
"Today?"
"No. Three nights ago," she said and looked at her best friend suspiciously. "But why does it matter? Why does everything have to do something with Chuck?"
Serena opened her mouth to answer but their cell phones rang. Both of them took them out and looked on the displays. It was another blast by Gossip Girl.
"Oh, my God!" Blair said and covered her mouth. "I gotta go!" she said, took her purse and rushed out of the restaurant.
So, did you like it? I hope you did! And aren't you curious what was that blast that made Blair jump out of her skin? The best thing to do in that situation is leave a review, so that I know you want me to continue the story.
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