Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"What happened, Mommy?" Brice inquired as he bounced into his parents' bedroom to see Blair still sobbing against his father's chest. He climbed up onto the bed, putting his arms around Blair's neck as he hugged her tight. "Why are you sad?"
"Not right now, Brice," Chuck told his son, trying to nudge him away gently, "Why don't you go ask Dorota if she will take you and Barty for a walk?"
Brice ignored his father as he climbed up into Blair's lap and continued to hug his mother tight. Blair grabbed a hold of Brice and held him to her while still being comforted by her husband as he rhythmically stroked her back gently as he held her in his lap.
Charlotte skipped in moments later and added her weight to the pile on her father's lap. Chuck could feel that he was losing circulation in his legs, but he didn't do anything to rectify the situation. Blair needed her family at this moment. She needed to be reminded of how good a mother she was to her children.
"I'm sure Daddy would like all of us to get up," Blair announced as she gently pried her children's arms from around her neck before she dried the tears from her eyes. "You two go ask Dorota for a snack. Daddy and I will join you in a few minutes."
"Are you okay?" Chuck inquired as he followed his children to their door gingerly as he felt the needles of circulation returning to his legs. He closed the door and turned towards his wife.
Blair gave him a weak smile as she nodded. "We have the most amazing children."
"And this little one will be just as amazing as it's siblings," he assured her as he caressed her abdomen softly.
"I don't want the children knowing about this yet," she told him as her hand closed around his as he continued to touch her softly. "I don't want anyone knowing about this yet. With Charlotte and Brice, I've always had time to wrap my head around being pregnant before I actually became pregnant. I don't have that this time."
"Whatever you need," he assured her as he stepped closer to her, gently caressing her shoulders. "How far along are you?"
"Five weeks," she replied quickly, "I must have gotten pregnant just after I stopped taking my pills."
"Let's not dwell on the when," he told her.
"I think I'm going to take a bath," she announced, "I want to relax and take my mind off of this for a little while."
"I'll start the water," he offered.
"No," she shook her head, "Go check on the children. We promised we'd join them."
"Yes, we promised them," he repeated, making sure to emphasize the 'we' in his reply. "You are one half of that, and an important half. Why don't we check in with the children, and then we can take a bath together."
Blair agreed as she followed him into the kitchen.
"Are you feeling better, Ms. Blair?" Dorota inquired as they found the children sitting at the kitchen table eating gigantic bowls of ice cream, loaded with whip cream and chocolate sprinkles. Blair nodded slightly in respond, but Dorota's years as her most trusted confidant told her that she wasn't.
"Do you think you fed our children enough sugar, Dorota?" Chuck inquired as he bent down and accepted a spoonful of the frozen dessert that Charlotte was offering him.
"They are good children, Mister Chuck," Dorota replied with a nervous smile. Dorota had always been a little nervous in his presence. Chuck had hoped that a few years in their service would calm her down, but she still had that little twinge every now and then, especially when she felt she might be disappointing or upsetting him. "They deserve big bowl of ice cream."
"And you get to keep up with them during the colossal sugar rush these sweet treats are sure to produce," Chuck told their loyal housekeeper, trying to convey his amusement in his response. He wasn't sure she heard it.
"Yes, Mister Chuck," Dorota nodded quickly.
"You two be good for Dorota," Chuck instructed his children, "Mommy and I are going to have a little adult time."
Both children nodded in understanding. Adult time had usually translated into sex, and their children knew to keep their distance, but today was more about comforting each other.
"Tell me what's going through your head right now," Blair requested as they settled into the luxurious bubble bath.
"Nothing that makes any sense," he told her. "My mind is whirling at five hundred miles an hour. The one clear thought that I have is to take care of you and this child."
"We've talked about more children," she told him, "We agreed that our family felt complete."
"I guess nature is telling us that's not true," he replied as his hand gently caressed her still smooth stomach.
"This was not the news that I was expecting when I went to the doctor this morning," she sighed as her hand closed around his. "I always knew when I was pregnant before I went to have the doctor confirm it. How did I not know about this?"
"We'd been trying with Charlotte and Brice," he rationalized. "This little one snuck up on us."
"We have these great stories to tell Charlotte and Brice about how they were conceived, but I couldn't even hazard a guess this time," she replied.
"I have a pretty good idea," he chuckled. His mind immediately flashed back to five weeks earlier.
"What are you doing here, Beautiful?" Chuck inquired as he rose up from behind his desk at Bass Industries to greet his gorgeous wife, curiously wrapped up in her longest winter white wool jacket. He'd come to the office for a meeting and stayed longer than he had intended when it was announced there was a new acquisition the company was considering. He'd called Blair to let her know he was going to be late. She hadn't taken the news well.
"I've missed you this morning," she pouted as she shut the door swiftly behind her before she allowed herself to be pulled into his arms.
"I've been gone less than four hours," he teased her, "I've got just a few things to finish up here, and then I'm yours for the rest of the day."
"Have I ever told you what a turn on it is to be married to the Chairman of the Board at Bass Industries?" she whispered seductively in his ear.
"Blair," he gulped nervously as her lips began a wet trail across his pronounced jaw, licking and biting lightly as she went.
"How long has it been since you ravished me on top of your desk?" she inquired as she pulled at his tie, loosening it from his neck before discarding it to the floor.
"Awhile," he replied hoarsely as she peeled away his suit jacket.
"And how long has it been since we made love on that long table?" she asked as she nodded towards the table in the corner.
"Too long," he stated, licking his suddenly parched lips as she began working the buttons of his dress shirt free.
"I think it's time we rectify that," she told him as she slid the silk shirt off his shoulders. "Don't you agree, Mister Bass?"
"Whatever you say, Mrs. Bass," he groaned as her hands found their way to his pants and worked the zipper and buttons loose. The fabric at his hips fell away quickly and revealed the obvious erection he wasn't even trying to fight.
"I thought you always wore boxers to the office," she grinned upon finding him sans any undergarments as she stroked him softly in one hand.
He merely shrugged. He couldn't find the words to explain his thought process from earlier that morning . . . hell he couldn't explain his current thought process beyond what she was doing with her hand.
"Aren't you going to help me with my coat?" she inquired as she swayed back and forth innocently as she batted her tantalizing eyelashes.
Chuck's usually nimble fingers fumbled repeatedly with the buttons of her coat, but she pretended not to notice as she watched his irises darken as each button came loose and reveal more of herself to him. When the last button came free, she shrugged out of her coat to reveal she was wearing nothing more than a familiar silk scarf he'd given her as a gift on the day he first told her he loved her.
"Is that mine?" he inquired as his hands entwined in the familiar fabric.
She nodded as she looked around the office. Her mind began running through all of the possible places they could make love.
"Where would you like to start?" he inquired as he kicked away the pants that had pooled at his feet. He certainly wasn't going to fight her advances, and he didn't want to ruin the mood by tripping over his own trousers.
"I think your chair is the perfect place," she replied as she backed him back into the plush leather he'd been sitting in when she first arrived. Once he was situated, she climbed over him, straddling his thighs, allowing him deep inside her. Her head fell back in obvious pleasure, exposing the porcelain skin of her neck. Chuck latched on as he surged forward into her. A breathy moan escaped from her throat.
"God, Blair," he growled as he felt her clamp down on him, merely to tempt him. She wasn't ready for this to end yet, but she wanted to see if she could push him over the ledge first.
Depending on her mood, it had become something of a game to her. He prided himself on pleasuring his wife and meeting her needs before he sought out his own so she had begun looking for ways to knock his ego down a notch or two. She wasn't successful often as he had amazing control, but she had succeeded on occasion. She must have been hoping this was one of those occasions. It wasn't.
"Are you close, Beautiful?" he asked huskily as he nipped at her ear as they thrust against each other.
Her only response was a throaty moan. She was so close, and then it happened. He could almost taste her orgasm as it erupted swiftly as she sent him to his own release.
He was chuckling in satisfaction as she held him close.
"Do you think Eugenia heard us?" he inquired as he came back to reality now that his lust had been quenched.
"I told her to take a long lunch," Blair replied, "Curiously, she didn't fight me."
"That woman deserves another raise," he laughed out.
"And what do I deserve?" she inquired as she took the scarf that was still around her neck and transferred it to his, pulling him tighter against her.
"Another blissful orgasm," he told her. "May I suggest the table in the corner this time?"
"You most certainly may," she agreed as he stood up swiftly, taking her with him as he crossed the room and laid her out.
"That was quite a day at the office," Chuck continued to laugh, "Quite possibly the best day I've ever had at Bass Industries."
She slapped his chest for the intentional teasing comment, but he could tell she was smiling. Not a polite smile either, a genuine, light up his world type of smile. It was her first real smile since she'd returned from her appointment.
"This new child will be as much of an adventure as our last two have been," he told her, "And those two children have been the most amazing adventures we have ever embarked on. This one will be no different."
"Do you really mean that?" she inquired as she relaxed further against him.
"Every adventure that I've ever had with you has been the most wonderful journey of my life. I truly believe that this will be another one. How could it not? This is another part of you and me growing inside of you," he replied.
His loving words and the way he spoke them so passionately wiped away all doubts in her mind.
She turned her body towards him slightly as she leaned in to devour his lips. He was just as eager to taste her as she was him.
"You have been feeling well," he reminded her.
"But my need for you is as great as it's ever been," she whispered in response. "Take me, Bass. Take me to heaven and back."
"We're already in heaven," he told her as he turned her fully around and lowered her onto him as he proceeded to make love to her gently.
TBC. . .
Life is getting in the way, so I may not be posting with my usual frequency. I will however try to post a new chapter at least once a week.
As always, I'd love to know what you think.
