Oh, wow…you guys…

You're too sweet, every one of you! Knowing that my first foray into the Gossip Girl fandom was met with such praise warms my heart, really!

So to adhere to your requests, I am continuing this fiction! After a nice two week break of studying like woah for midterms, that is…

Moar special thanks to Megz and Kristy, my betas and my rock of support, Ship.

Disclaimer: I own little Holly Charlotte. Everything else belongs to the executives.

.BC

Three-twenty six AM.

Three-twenty-fucking-six AM.

Screams ripped through the air at three-twenty six AM, causing two very cranky parents to open their eyes. Even though it was three months since Holly's birth, the whole 'waking up at ungodly hours of the morning' thing never quite stuck with them.

"You get her, I got her last time." She mumbled into the pillow, shutting her eyes and letting sleep overcome her for a few precious moments.

"Why do I have to get her, I'm too tired." He groaned.

"Chuck Bass, how dare you! You are such a lazy ass!" She exclaimed, sitting up with a burst of energy.

His only response was a grunt, as he nuzzled deeper into the pillow, shutting his eyes in bliss.

"Dammit, Chuck! Go tend to our child! She's screaming bloody murder, and I believe it's your turn to take care of her!" She ordered, swatting him with a pillow.

"I'm going, I'm going…" He mumbled, slowly sitting up. There were a few moments of silence between them as Holly cried, begging to be cared for.

"God, I didn't think this would be so…" He began.

"So…what?" She asked, lying back down.

"So…difficult!" He exclaimed, getting up and leaving the bed.

"Well, taking care of a child isn't just rainbows and fun, Chuck! Some serious work is required. And this is your serious work. Now go, before I get an aneurysm." She joked, and he got out of bed.

He did as his wife ordered, and made his way across the room to the bassinet where Holly was, and picked her up.

"Aren't we the loud one tonight, eh Holly?" He chuckled, entering the bathroom and turning on the light.

The light was blinding at first, but he slowly got used to it as he bounced his daughter lightly, trying to get her to stop crying so he could go back to sleep.

It wasn't working at all.

The clock read three thirty-six AM, and he groaned loudly. This was not how he planned to spend the night, especially when he had a ridiculously important meeting the next day and needed to be wide awake for it.

"This whole fatherhood thing…it's hard. It's really, really hard." He said to his reflection in the mirror.

'Well, way to point out the obvious, Chuck. Of course this is hard. It's taking care of a little human. Nobody said it was going to be easy.'

"I just don't think I can do this. I'm Chuck Bass, former womanizer extraordinaire and avid drinker. I'm not meant to father a child." He seethed to his reflection, half-expecting a response back, telling him how wrong he was.

The moving object in the mirror fascinated Holly greatly, to the point where her cries subsided and were replaced with an expression of awe.

"The Upper East Side was shocked enough when I got married – no, when I began steadily dating Blair, and took every chance they could to pick on me when I fucked up. If I fuck up with you, Holly…" He trailed, noticing that she had stopped crying, and was now staring at the mirror.

"Holly Bass. What are you staring at?" He asked, not-so-secretly amazed that she had quieted down so quickly. But what was it that quieted her down? Was it him questioning his ability as a father?

Or maybe it was just him talking to his reflection.

His daughter was definitely something, that's for sure. Raising this child was going to be one hell of an adventure, one Chuck Bass was more than willing to embark on.

.BC.

A/N: So um…there's a first for everything, and this is my first time really writing Chuck and I really hope I did him justice =/ Because Chuck would swear in front of his kid.

Now, I'm not normally the kind who begs for reviews, especially since I rarely leave them myself, but guys! 603 hits and only nine reviews? Lurkers, I know you read this. And I know you all wanna review. Put two and two together, and…

Just so anybody whose reading this thing knows, the themes of this fic will be divided as thus:
-Children shenanigans, family bonding, Chuck/Blair fun and holiday crap.

'Till next time,
-Hayley