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Many thanks to all my reviewers and those who subscribed! I got so inspired by the amount of people who wanted an update that I wrote this overnight. Stayed up untill 4 am actually) So, enjoy!

Chuck barely remembered what happened after he read Blair's message. He didn't know how long ago that happened, how he got home or whom with. Well, the last was quite obvious. Nate took him home and forced to go to bad. He thought Chuck was that drunk that he would drift off as soon as he reached a horizontal surface, but he was wrong. Chuck had been lying on his back, staring at the ceiling ever since Nate left him, and that was quite a while. The one simple word 'sorry' took away all the hopes Chuck had and now he was in an enormous dark hole of hopeless loneliness. It was even worse then after Bart's death. Two and a half years ago, when his father died, he felt terrifyingly lonely, but at the bottom of his hart he knew he wasn't. There was Blair. The only person he really cared about, the only one he has ever loved. Her love, her support, even simply her presence in his live made anything bearable. Now she no longer wanted to be with him nor loved him. She didn't even care about him. She decided to do what was comfortable for her, not thinking about him at all. Because he was sure that if Blair had even a slightest touch of concern about him, she would have never tried to kill his child. A child of the boy how had never had real family. At that point Chuck began to feel sorry for himself. Indeed, he was the UES's Lonely Boy, not the stupid Humphrey...

Suddenly Chuck heard a sound. That was the first sound he really heard since the message. Someone knocked at his door. Three light, delicate knocks. Then Nate entered his room. Chuck hated himself for the fact, and yet he was really disappointed to see Nate, not Blair.

"Hey, Chuck! Thought you would appreciate some water and aspirin"

"Is it morning already? I'm not having a hangover, surprisingly. But thanks"

"No hangover? Really? Then you can join me for the breakfast. Come on, you need to get up. I ordered some marvelous scones! Anyway, don't make me wait for too long"

And Nate disappeared. Chuck got up unwillingly, not wanting to upset the only person who still cared about him.

Later that day, Chuck was sitting in an armchair, half asleep, drinking whisky. He still couldn't really comprehend the previous day's events and decided to take a little nap. He hadn't slept for about 35 hours so sleeping was just what he needed.

Suddenly, his sweet sleep was interrupted by a familiar sound - the elevator's beep. Angry as he was, he looked up and saw her. Blair was standing right in front of him, with a bouquet of rose peonies in her hand. God, what a familiar sight! But apart from the flowers, she looked quite different. It took Chuck a few seconds to realize that she was crying, and she apparently had been doing so for a while, because her make up was completely ruined and her eyes were red.

"Chuck" she sobbed. "I...I..." she continued crying. And then her tone changed completely. She gasped for air.

"God! Bathroom...I...bathroom...Chuck!"

She ran towards the bathroom as quickly as she could, but she didn't make it. She threw up right in front of the bathroom's door.

"Gosh, sorry..I..."

"That's all right, that's all right, come on" Chuck was already by her side, rubbing her back gently, leading her inside the bathroom.

"Oh, I... Sorry, Chuck"

She threw up loudly again, reaching the sink this time. Chuck continued to rub her back, holding her hair and trying to comfort her. The situation was far too familiar to him. He remembered Blair's bulimic past and winced. All the evenings he and Serena spent helping Blair in 8th and 9th grades with her "urge", how they called it. No one apart from the three of them knew. Not even Nate, not even Eleanor. If her "urge" was back, then, well, that was horrible. No matter how mad at her he was, he forgot all his issues as soon as he saw her pale sweaty face. He loved her and the only thing he wanted at that point was her getting better.

"Blair, are you all right? Do you want me to get a doctor?"

"No, that's... that's what they call.."

Her speech was interrupted with another huge vomit wave. Chuck was getting really concerned. Even at the worst times, she wouldn't threw up more than twice in a line.

"Morning sickness" she said, breathing heavily and leaning against him.

"Doesn't it disappear when you abort?"

"Well, probably it does, but.."

Oops, another attack of nausea. Blair groaned and kneeled to the sink.

"Blair, are you sure you don't want a doctor? You seem to be ill!" Chuck said, highly alarmed now.

"I'll be fine. I was just trying to tell you, Chuck, that in fact I broke up with Louis and...and I didn't abort!"

His heart skipped a beat or even two.

"I didn't abort. I just couldn't. So I burst in tears in the middle of the hospital, canceled my appointment and stormed off to Louis"

A wave of happiness covered him, and he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Good girl, I love you" he breathed, feeling her lips on his. What and incredible feeling! He already forgot, how amazing it was to kiss her. And to be kissed by her. Because Blair kissed him back lightly and then moved away from him.

"I love you too, Bass" she smiled "but I just threw up like four times, so I smell disgusting"

"The mother of my child is the sexiest woman ever, even when throwing up!" he smiled back

"Creepy, Chuck. And I feel like crap, too"

"Poor girl, let's get you some water and go to bed, if you are finished here"

Half an hour later Chuck and Blair were lying in his bed, snuffling peacefully. They were exhausted, and as soon as Blair started feeling better they both drifted off.

Blair was sleeping without any dreams, too sick to have one. But Chuck had a dream. He was sitting in a bar, drinking whisky, but something was wrong. He felt different. Suddenly he felt extremely nauseous. He rushed to bathroom but couldn't find it so he threw up somewhere in the restaurant. While he continued to vomit, he realized what was wrong. He was pregnant. He wasn't a girl, he was him, Chuck Bass, and yet he was pregnant. He threw up again, but this time someone was by his side, comforting him. It was Blair. She was cooing and patting his back. He threw up for the third time and heard her saying: " It'll be fine, Chuck. I am here. I will not leave you anymore. I love you"

"I love you, Chuck" the real Blair whispered in his ear. And he felt so happy, so not alone, so safe, that he couldn't help himself and smiled widely.

"I love you too, Sleeping Beauty"

So, that's it for today. What do you think about the length of my chapters? Should I write longer ones or mine are fine?

See you soon)

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