A/N: Fluffy yet bittersweet Chuck, Blair and little Audrey one/shot. Because Happily Ever After's are very hard to find. And though Blair might think she just found hers, she may have lost another.
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It was the bright-early morning sun that entered through the clear-glass planes of windows into the bedroom, painting the floors a magical sparkly golden colour and making the blackness she saw when her eyes were tightly shut turn red that caused Blair to open her eyes. Her eyelashes luttered several times against her cheek and she sleepily rose her left hand up to cover her face away from the shining bright light.
"Mummy!" A voice sounded chiperly in the corner, and Blair turned to see the young girl standing at the doorway. Her brunette curls were tied up in a pony tail by a red ribbon and a red headband sat neatly at the top of her head. Her smile shone even brighter than the sun, Blair thought cheesily, and she had to smile back.
Audrey ran into the room, the red night-dress with black and white pocker-spots swaying round her knees and slippers making pit pat noises against the floor.
"Happy Birthday!" The little girl cried jumping into Blair's arms. Blair attempted to hold her up but she'd forgotten how big she'd gotten, the past six years had flown by faster than she could have ever imagined. Her smile grew as she tightened her grip on her daughter before letting her go and touching the tip of her nose in a familiar fashion and voicing her gratitude.
"Thank you sweetheart." Blair took a deep breathe in before raising her hand to rub her eyes, yawning. "Where's your daddy?"
"Daddy's coming in a minute. He asked Mrs Solis to make breakfast in bed whilst he got your present." Audrey announced brightly.
"That, princess, was meant to be a suprise." A second voice sounded from the door way and Blair looked up to see her husband walking up to the bed, already dressed. She smiled fondly at him and leant forwards as he kissed her soundly on the lips.
"Sorry." Audrey voiced, and pulled at her father's sleeve to pull him away from Blair leaving Blair pouting a little, annoyed. She could hardly keep the stern look on her face up when she saw her daughter smiling at her husband in that way. The trademark smirk. 100% Bass, "I didn't tell her what it was though."
Chuck chuckled, extending his hand and shuffling his daughter's hair in an affectionate manner that caused the little girl to pout and straighten up her hair in a way that immediately reminded Blair of herself. Audrey truely was an exact replica of Chuck and her.
"This is for you." Chuck turned back to her and extended an arm with a present held in it. Gift wrapped in sparkling silver paper that shone in the morning light and a purple ribbion the present presented itself proudly to Blair and she giggled like a little girl at christmas as she grabbed it and neatly tore away at the side to pull out the navy blue box inside.
She opened it slowly to reveal a braclet inside. Several silver charms hung of the beautiful chain, the middle one a C and B carved into a small heart with a lock and key. She felt her eyes mostuire slightly as she looked back up to Chuck's, the words escaping her mouth, "Eric Beamon?"
He nodded in confirmation, "Thought you might need a matching braclet for that necklace of yours."
She could barely control the laugh that came out of her as she nodded enthusiastically and attacked Chuck's lips in thank you.
"What's Eric Beam...ming?" A little voice from next to them sounded and Blair reluctantly pulled away to see Audrey examining the bracelet. Her fingers stroked the charms one by one before landing on one that caused her eyes to widen. She turned the box around and pointed at a little butterfly charm with Audrey inscribed into it, "Look mummy it's got my name on it."
Blair smiled affentionately at her daughter and then Chuck, who stroked her cheek slowly, "I never could kill those butterflies."
Next thing Blair knew Mrs Solis, the Spanish maid, came swanning into the room annoucing that breakfast was ready for her and Chuck ushered Audrey off to have a morning bath and breakfast before striding back in with a tray of croissants for her moments later.
"Here you are beautiful." Chuck announced, placing the tray onto her lap and jumping into bed beside her, "Your favourite."
Blair nodded happily, tearing off a piece of crossiant before placing it in her mouth, "Audrey's too. They"re delicious."
"Our little monster's got her own batch in the dining room." Chuck smiled that fond little smile Blair had only seen him ever pull when he spoke of their daughter, "She's the most amazing thing we ever made Blair."
Blair nodded in agreement, tipping her head to kiss his cheek, "Thank you for my braclet." She nodded towards the present she'd just clasped to her wrist, "It's perfect."
"Just like you Mrs Bass." Chuck smirked at her, before moving the breakfast tray away causing Blair to squeel in annoyment.
"I hadn't finished that!" She said with a half-angry voice.
Chuck just continued smirking before jumping over her, completely unfazed by her annoyance, "You can finish it after. What we're about to do is going to completely ravish you."
Blair giggled loudly as Chuck trailed kisses across her neck, "More like your going to ravish me."
He nodded against her, "That too."
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"Blair! Blair darling wake up."
Blair sleepily opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering several times against her cheek taking in the scenery. The distant memory of her doing that before escaped her as she realised she wasn't in a villa in Spain but her bedroom in New York.
"Blair." The heavy accented French man sitting at the side of her repeated, "Dorota called me herself, said I should come and see you."
She forced a smile towards Louis, nodding at him as she moved slowly up her pillows, a yawn escaping her lips.
"I made you breakfast." He announced picking up the tray, "you and the baby need your energy."
She turned to see the little tray with an arrangement full of crossiants and placed a hand onto her stomach absentmindedly.
"Your favourite." The voice at the back of her mind commented. Memories of a lost dream arising.
"Audrey's too." She heard herself reply.
A foreign hand clasped over hers, over her bump, her baby, her Audrey, and she snapped her eyes up to see Louis smiling at her. It wasn't the face she wanted to see.
"She's the most amazing thing we ever made Blair."
She felt a small tear slip down her cheek as the last parts of her real fairy tale slipped away into a forgotten dream.
