Chapter 2

As angry as Blair was with herself, her pain just seemed to melt away the moment her husband walked through the big metal door. She had spent the past two hours a nervous wreck awaiting his release, but she forgot her agony when her eyes finally met his. She didn't hesitate to touch him-in fact she practically jumped his bones right then and there. He welcomed her embrace with a long, passionate kiss. He felt the tears on her cheeks and pulled back to look her in the eyes.

"Hey, it's all over now. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Don't cry," he wiped the tears from her face tenderly.

"I-I, I know," she struggled to get her words out between the tears, "I was just so worried about you. You were in there for so long!" She buried her head into his chest and he pulled her in tighter, kissing her forehead in the process.

"It's over, Blair. You have nothing to worry about. We didn't do anything wrong. They can't accuse us of anything-they have no evidence," he felt her nod against his chest. "Blair, look at me," he waited a few seconds before she obliged. "I'm right here. We're together, that's all that matters. That's all that's ever mattered. Nothing can ever come between us ever again. You know that, don't you?"

"I guess you're right," she gave him a sweet kiss. "Thank you," she murmured against his lips before kissing him again. When she finally pulled back, she whispered, "I can't believe we're finally married!"

"That we are, Mrs. Bass!"

"I'm never going to get tired of hearing you call me that, Mr. Bass," she gushed.

"Good, because I'm never going to get tired of calling you 'Mrs. Bass,'" he kissed her cheek and took her hand. "Now let's get out of here. If I'm not mistaken, we have a reception to plan."

"Well then it's a good think I have a caterer on speed dial," she forced a smile, trying not to think about her conversation with her father.

They turned to walk out, leaving Cyrus to work through the finishing touches on the case with the police. Upon departing the police station, Blair quickly phoned her mother to jump start the preparations for the reception.

When Arthur pulled up with the limo, Blair could tell the vehicle was different, although she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was older than Chuck's current model, but it was luxurious all the same. They entered the limo and as they drove off, Chuck popped open a bottel of Dom. Just as Blair was about to ask Chuck about the limo, both of their phones went.

"What does Gossip Girl have to say about us now?" He wondered aloud.

"It's not Gossip Girl," Chuck tore his gaze away from the two flutes of champagne he was pouring to look at her in confusion. "It's the Spectator. Oh my fucking god! That little bitch! Chuck you'll never guess who Gossip Girl is!" She exclaimed angrily.

"Well the fact that your so pissed tells me that its someone close to you. Is it Humphrey?"

"How'd you know?"

"Apart from my being a genius?" he smirked, "darling, I know you better than I know myself, your face said it all." He handed her a flute.

"That's sweet, but I can't believe I never figured it out. I feel so stupid. I dated the jackass for two months!" she noticed Chuck wince at the the thought, "sorry, love, but I should have figured it out!"

"Blair, get over it! The fact that Dan is Gossip Girl doesn't matter to me, and it shouldn't matter to you either. We're finally married, that's the only thing that's important. So forget about Humpty Dumpty and let me kiss my wife." She obliged before pulling back with a sweet smile plastered on her face.

"Thank you," she we whispered in his ear, squeezing his hand. He responded by flipping his palm around so he could entwine their fingers together.

"Anytime Mrs. Bass," he whispered back.

They stayed in that position with her head resting his chest for a while, savoring their champagne and basking in the comfortable silence.

"Chuck?" She peered up at him through her eyelashes when they were about five minutes away from the Waldorf penthouse.

"Yes Mrs. Bass?" he peered down at her and she smiled. She wanted to tell him about her covnersation with her father, but she wasn't sure how to do it without making him feel guilty. She fidgeted with the beading on the sleeves of her blue Elie Saab wedding gown.

"I, I um..." She stammered,"it's just..."

"What is it Blair?" He questioned. She saw the concern in his eyes and chickened out."

"I was just wondering how old this limo was?" 'nice save. That was close' she thought to herself.

"Six years," he quickly replied with a smirk.

"Is it the same one?" He nodded. "Chuck Bass is a romantic," she repeated the words she'd so many years ago.

"When it comes to you I am. I'm never going to let you forget that. I have to admit, I was expecting you to notice right away. It took weeks to track it. I was waiting for the whole Bart thing to blow over and as soon as it did, I was going to propose right here in the limo."

"I have the best husband," she squeezed him tighter and kissed his cheek lovingly.

"We'll it didn't exactly go along with my plan but we could still use the limo to consummate our marriage," he wiggled his eyes suggestively. On any other guy the gesture would have been creepy at best, but on Chuck it was practically orgasm-inducing.

"As tempting as that sounds I'd prefer not to go up to the penthouse with sex hair. How about a rain check?" She winked.

"As you wish my love," he kissed her passionately until the limo rolled up in front of Blair's building. They walked into the building hand in hand, with matching smiles on their faces. When they were in the elevator on the way up to the penthouse, Chuck turned to his bride and asked, "Blair?"

"Hmm?" She responded without meeting his gaze.

"Is there something you're not telling me? You've been acting so strange since we left the police station." She finally turned to look him in the eyes. She knew he had to know the truth, but they were almost to the penthouse so she pressed the red button to stop the elevator.

"Thought you didn't want to walk in with sex hair," he teased to her backside. His smirk disappeared the moment she turned around and he saw her expression. "Blair! What's wrong?"

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, only to close it again in her loss for words. She didn't know how to tell him so she say down on the floor and patted the ground next to her, motioning for him to sit down next to her.

"Blair you're scaring me. just tell me already," he urged as he wrapped an arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder as she took her phone out of her Judith Leiber clutch and played the first voicemail from her father. He just listened intently to each message, one after the other. She let the occasional tear roll down her cheek every once in awhile, but she too was silent. When the final message finished, Chuck took a deep breath and ran his free hand through his hair. When he looked back at her she could see he was practically fuming.

"Chuck-" she started.

"May I see the phone?" he cut her off. She nodded and handed it to him wordlessly. She didn't panic until he put the phone to his ear.

"Wait! Chuck what are you doing? Oh, God; you're not calling him, are you?" she put her head in her hands. She was doomed. Her father would officially hate her.

"No one speaks to my wife that way," he replied sternly before kissing her cheek. She tried to stop him before realizing that there was no use.

She heard her dad answer the phone on the other end of the line.

"Blair Cornelia Waldorf-" her father started.

"Actually, Mr. Waldorf, it's Chuck."

Her father paused for a while before speaking again. "Charles. How do you do?"

"Couldn't be better! I just married the woman of my dreams," he looked at Blair with a smile, "Actually, Mr. Waldorf that's not entirely true. I'm referring to the part about being better, Blair is still of course the women of my dreams."

"What seems to be the problem?" Harold responded coldly.

"Well it seems that my wife is upset, and, if understand correctly, you had something to do with that."

"Look, Charles. I know you only want to help, but it's not that simple. I'm not angry and Blair Bear and she knows that. I'm just disappointed that she didn't call me or get my permission for getting married. I would have liked to be there to walk her down the aisle."

"And I apologize for that, but if you are going to blame anyone, blame me. I was the one who was in trouble and Blair only wanted to help me."

"And that too, I would rather my only daughter's marriage to not be the result of a felony." With that Blair snapped into action and grabbed the phone.

"Daddy you don't understand! Chuck is innocent. Bart tried to kill him. What Chuck did was out of self defense. We were going to get married either way, I decided that we should do it today because spousal privileges says-"

"I know all about spousal privileges Blair Bear. Or did you forget your old man was a lawyer? I understand that you did it out of love and I'm not mad at you. It's just that a phone call would have been nice. The news reports said you were missing, I was worried sick! You didn't even get my permission!"

"I know Daddy, but it was time sensitive, and I couldn't risk it getting out to the public."

Chuck took the phone from Blair's hand. "Mr. Waldorf? It's Chuck. It seems you have forgotten the fact that you gave me permission to propose to your daughter three years ago."

Harold took a deep breathe, "Well yes Charles, I suppose you're right."

"All the same, Mr. Waldorf. I apologize for all the trouble I've put you through. If you'd let me, I would like the chance to make it up to you." Blair cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"What are you proposing, Charles?"

"Well, I was thinking that Blair and I could renew our vows in about a year's time, so that way you could walk her down the aisle."

"I suppose that would be nice." Blair could hear the smile in her father's voice over the phone and smiled herself. She reached for Chuck's free hand and squeezed it as a way of saying thank you. Chuck and Harold said goodbye soon after that.

Chuck handed her the phone back and she responded with a deep kiss.

"I have the best husband," she murmured against his lips as she pulled back.

"No one makes my wife cry and gets away with it," he flashed his trademark smirk. He was reaching for the elevator button to start it back when she caught his hand to stop him.

"Wait," he gave her a questioning look before she continued, "I know I said I didn't want to walk in with sex hair, but after what you just did for me, I think you deserve a proper thank you."

She sauntered towards him seductively until she was pressed up against him completely and entirely. She tossed both arms around his neck and placed a dozen kisses running down his jawline. He growled in pleasure and she pushed him back up against the wall opposite the elevator doors. She nibbled at his ear as she pulled off his suit jacket. He pulled her into a passionate French kiss as he undid the buttons running down the back of her of her Elie Saab gown. He finally finished the last button and the gown slipped down to reveal her lacy black La Perla lingerie set. She recognized the lust in his eyes and expertly unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling him onto the floor on top of her. She wrapped her leg around his waist as she pulled down his pants and boxers down at the same time. He pulled her up into a sitting position with her leg still hitched around his waist and sucked on her neck as he undid the clasp of her bra. He brought his lips from her neck down to her bare chest. He placed both hands on either side of her hips and gently pushed her back down so that she was lying beneath him. He took both of her wrists his hand and pinned them back behind her head as he brought his lips back to hers. With his free hand he fingered her thong for a bit before pulling it off completely. They spent the following half hour making love right there on the elevator floor.

"Hmm," Chuck wondered out loud as he was buttoning his shirt back up.

"What is it?" Blair looked at him as she was pulling her gown up her body.

"It's just that we didn't use protection," he kept his expression neutral.

"Don't worry, I'm not ovulating," she gave him a reassuring smile.

"I wasn't worrying, I was merely commenting."

"Chuck, we have time to think about when we start our family, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. It's a talk that can wait at least until we get back from the honeymoon, which, by the way, we still have to plan." She kissed his cheek. "Now, will you help me with these buttons?" He obliged, but not before leaving a trail of kisses up her spine.

"Leave the honeymoon to me, it'll be a surprise."