"Momma, I don't wanna go shopping." Henry complained, tugging at his mother's coat. Blair looked down at her son and stroked his back.
"Don't you want to help pick out things for your sister?" Blair asked. Henry crinkled his face.
"Girl things are boring." Blair sighed and entered the store. She pulled out a cart and Chuck placed Henry into it.
"I'm too big for a cart Daddy." Henry screeched, flailing his legs. Chuck eyed his son knowingly. Last time they had went shopping, Henry ended up getting lost in the department store and threw a gigantic fit. Blair and Chuck searched frantically for him for 20 minutes before an attendant led them to the clothes rack where he was hiding, bawling and shaking. He had run into his mother's arms and Blair cried with him due to the hormonal mess she was being pregnant. Chuck did not want to repeat that again. At least not while Blair was pregnant. The angry aftermath was never pretty and the blame always seemed to be on him.
"I pwomise I won't get lost." Chuck smirked.
"Better safe than sorry buddy." Henry put on his signature pout and puppy eyes. Blair rolled her eyes and pushed the cart down the aisle. She handed her son a list.
"Why don't you be in charge of the list since you're an expert at reading?" Blair proposed. Henry eyed the list hesitantly.
"Numbwr one, car seat!" Henry read aloud proudly. Chuck handed Henry a pen.
"Cross that off we already have one." Blair stopped the cart and eyed her husband.
"But it's tan. A girl needs a pink carrier Chuck." Chuck rubbed the bridge of his nose. He somehow saw this coming. Blair always overestimated her needs and the needs of others. Serena's wedding was a prime example of that. Although Serena had made it very clear to Blair she wanted simple wedding, Blair had hired the most elaborate planners and turned their cozy townhouse into an elegant dining hall. And when they were pregnant with Henry…to say he carried a lot of bags was an understatement. Every square inch of their house was covered with toys and play mats and bottles and clothes and carriers. He and Nate had ended up returning a lot of it. He wasn't about to let that happen again. He wrapped his arm around Blair's shoulders.
"Why don't you design a new, custom Waldorf designs pattern for the baby carrier we have and then have some people at work refurbish it?" He offered. She hesitated for a moment. The annoyed flutter of her eyes told him he had won.
"Fine. What's next on the list Hen?" Blair asked.
"Crib." He read.
"Cross it off we are repainting the one we have." Chuck responded quickly. Blair nudged out of Chuck's arms and pushed the cart.
"But we can buy bedding." She responded in her sing-song voice. Chuck sighed loudly and followed after his wife.
Two hours and hundreds of bags later, the Basses finally reached their penthouse. Dorota and Chuck dropped the bags dramatically on the floor. Henry followed suit, dropping the one bag he was carrying on the floor with the same dramatics. Blair shot them all evil glares.
"Treat my purchases with more care with that. If anything is broken you will be the ones going back to the store to get a new one. I have the receipts so don't think I will miss anything." She smiled sweetly and cocked her head.
"I'm heading up to take a nap." She started to make her way up the staircase.
"Momma, you said you'd help us." Henry complained loudly.
"Daddy and Dorota can help you. The baby and I are tired." Henry tried the pouty face routine, but his mother already vanished up the steps. He turned around to look at Dorota and Chuck. Chuck put his head in his hands.
"Remind me never to agree to have another Waldorf-Bass spawn." He muttered under his breath, picking up a few bags and heading for the steps. Dorota patted Henry on his back.
"Henry, you can help me set up toys down here." Henry looked sadly over at his toy pile.
"Can't she have her own toy room?" He complained. She brought the small boy in for a hug.
"When Leo was born, Ana didn't want to share either. But once baby comes, it will be easier than you think." Dorota assured him, rubbing his hair. Henry sighed and wiggled his way out of Dorota's embrace, picking up a bag with a baby bouncer in it.
"Okay. But if I don't like it can I kick her out?" Dorota laughed and shook her head. He pouted and dragged the bag into the sitting room.
Henry and Dorota had set up the toys in the sitting room, put all of the bottles in the cabinet, and even installed the baby monitors. Henry trudged slowly down the hallway and into his mother's room. She was fast asleep, curled up with her long pillow. He wished she could play with him like she used to. Chuck had returned to the office after he set up some things in the nursery and Dorota had to go pick her kids up at school, leaving Henry all alone with Blair. His mother was always tired and always talking about this new baby. He was starting to feel left out. He just wanted his life to go back to the way it was before.
He walked up to the picture on his parent's nightstand. It was of Chuck, Blair, and a 2-year-old Henry in front of the Eiffel Tower. He remembers vaguely taking the picture. His grandfathers, or Pepe and Pere as he came to call them, took the picture. They had come to visit them on their ranch in France. His mother loved Paris, probably even more than New York. His parents were kissing his cheeks and he was laughing. What if they wouldn't love him like that after his sister was born? Would they ever travel again? He didn't want to share the love with his sister. He only wanted it to be him. He pouted as he looked at the picture. Little did he know that his mother was watching him.
"Baby come here." She croaked, still half-asleep. He complied and nestled as close as he could to Blair. She wrapped her arms around her son and kissed his forehead.
"Maybe when the baby is a little older we can take her to the Eiffel Tower." Blair murmured, playing with his thick, chestnut hair. His eyes wandered down shyly.
"But Mommy, that's our place." He squeaked, barely audible. Blair opened her eyes fully and gazed over at Henry. She knew he was jealous of the baby, but for the first time she saw hurt. It felt like someone stabbed her heart. She immediately felt horrible. She moved her body-length pillow away and pulled in her baby boy so he was as close to her as her stomach allowed. She felt tears well in her eyes.
"I'm sorry baby. Have you been feeling left out?" He nodded into her chest. She kissed the top of his head.
"You'll always be my little Henry. My first baby boy. My cutest little man." She pinched his cheeks, causing him to giggle. He looked up at her.
"Momma, were you this excited for me?" Blair smiled.
"We were over the moon. Especially your Dad." Blair lapsed into an old memory…
"Chuck. You need to come over. Like now." Blair whispered quickly into her phone, pacing around her room. She felt like her knees were going to give out any moment.
"Are you okay?" Chuck replied. Blair took a seat on the edge of her bed.
"I will be once you get here." Her voice quivered slightly as she tried to keep her composure. She heard the city noises through the phone.
"I'll be there in a few." She dropped her phone next to her on the bed and got up to pace again. She was tempted to walk through her bathroom doors but she wanted to do it this time with a man by her side. It was hard enough the first time. The minutes seemed like hours before Chuck came running in the room. He wrapped her in a tight embrace.
"I promise we will get this Bart thing straightened out and then we can have the wedding of our dreams. I'm sorry if it is stressing you out love. It was never my intention." Blair ran her hand down his chest and bit her lip.
"It isn't about that. Or any of our problems right now. It's actually…a new problem." She murmured softly, avoiding his eyes. He put a finger to her chin and picked up her chin.
"What is it." He said softly, emphasizing the it. Blair turned uncomfortably to the bathroom.
"We need to go in there and…see if we're pregnant." The two of them stared in silence at the door. After a few moments, Chuck's hand wrapped tightly around her's and led her into the bathroom. He was surprisingly composed and calm, but Blair's nerves were all over the place. She felt beyond nauseous and dizzy. A million thoughts were racing through her head as they crossed the threshold of the bathroom. She couldn't pin down one feeling because she could barely think straight. She focused in on Chuck's other hand as he picked up the test lying on the counter. Tears were threatening to fall. A small smirk appeared on his face as he read the test results. He reached over to show the results.
"We're having a baby." He murmured, a smile cracking on his face. Blair turned to look at him, tears spilling down her face. He threw his arms around her and rubbed her back soothingly as she sobbed in his arms.
"We're having a baby." Blair cried, balling up his shirt in her hands. She felt Chuck's tears starting to spill onto her neck. They just held onto each other crying for a couple minutes. Chuck pulled away and removed her necklace from its hiding spot. He unclasped it and slid the ring off of it. He fell to one knee.
"Blair Cornelia Waldorf, I want to be with you and our baby for the rest of my life. We will be the parents ours never were, have a love our parents never shared, and I plan on making you the happiest girl on the Upper East Side. You're the love of my life, mother of my child, and I want to make you my wife. I don't want to hide that you're my fiancé anymore. Heck, I want to scream it from the top of the Empire State. And I plan on loving this baby as much as I love you." He slid the ring onto her ring finger and she started crying harder. It was finally on her finger. After all of these years, she had his ring on her finger. It was a whole different feeling. He suddenly swooped her up in his arms and kissed her passionately. It felt so perfect and destined. Nothing else mattered: Bart or Waldorf Designs or anything else. It was just them. He held her up in his arms as she kicked her feet up and kissed him deeply.
They were home.
"Momma?" Henry asked, tapping her shoulder. Blair blinked out of the memory and looked back at her son.
"Sorry babe. I was just remembering it." She kissed his head as he snuggled back into her.
"Did you buy me a lot of things too." Blair laughed.
"Yes. I think more things than we even bought for your sister. You were our first baby, so we didn't know what to buy and what not to. We weren't even sure about how to take care of a baby." She laughed again.
"But, we learned very quickly. The moment you were in my arms your father and I swore we'd love you forever and ever and be the best parents we could be. And that you'd always be Mommy's little boy, even though you look more like your father." She tickled him lightly and he giggled. It was like music to Blair's ears. She sighed and wrapped her arm around his waist.
"The night we found out we were pregnant with you, Daddy got a call. He had to…go away for a little bit." Henry peeked up at her.
"Why did he leave you? Wasn't he excited?" He pouted. It would have broken Blair's heart if she didn't have more of a story to tell.
"He left to keep you and me safe. We were in a lot of danger. To save our family, he had to leave on the Bass Jet. I was very sad. The next afternoon, I rode with your father to the runway. I went every step of the way until I couldn't. He hugged me and said…"
"I'll be back before you know it. I promise. We're going to have the wedding of our dreams, you're going to become Mrs. Bass, and we're going to have our own little Bass. I promise I won't let anyone or anything hurt you. I'm always here." They both had tears streaming down their faces. The sound of the Jet starting blasted their ears. They both knew it was a signal for them to part. Chuck leaned in and kissed her desperately, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She returned the action with the same desperation. He pulled away and took her hands in his, looking down at her now glistening engagement ring on her finger. With one last sniffle, he turned away, wiping his tears away with his hand. Blair stood on the runway motionless. She watched as Chuck gave her one last look before boarding the plane. She trudged back to the taxi. After she closed the door, she broke out into tears. The taxi started moving away from the runway. Suddenly, her phone buzzed from in her coat pocket. She clicked it on.
Take care of Baby Bass. I love you both. I'll be back before you know it. –C
She turned around and watched the jet get smaller and smaller as she drove back into the city, one hand resting on her tiny bump.
"That's romantic." Henry joked, giggling. Blair smiled.
"Well, your father is a very romantic man. Only because I made him one." Henry sighed loudly and brought the covers up to his face.
"Blair, you have to rest for the baby." Henry mimicked in his best Chuck voice. Blair laughed hysterically, so hard tears came to her face. She wrapped both hands around his back and kissed his forehead hard.
"Alright Chuck Jr. Only if you rest with me." He snuggled into his mother's chest immediately and drifted into a comfortable sleep.
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