Sorry for a very very short chapter
"Everything will be fine, Blair." Chuck murmured, his voice like silk. He placed a long arm around his wife's delicate frame in an attempt to soothe her. Blair was bouncing up and down in her seat frantically as she watched the seatbelt signs flicker on and off. This was the first time the couple had flown commercially together and as much as she tried to deny it, planes terrified Blair Waldorf Bass.
She hunched in on herself and started to chew on her long nails. Knowing that he'd be somehow responsible for allowing her to ruin her manicure, he pulled her hands away from her quivering mouth and held them in place in his lap.
"The pilot has now turned on the seatbelt signs as we are coming in to some turbulence. Please remain in your seats with your belts securely fastened." A clear voice rang through the first class cabin on a radio. Blair struggled in Chuck's firm grasp, momentarily irrational.
She looked out of the plane window and panicked as she saw the monstrous, metal wings shaking furiously. "We're going to die! Why didn't we take the jet?"
"The jet was being serviced, remember? We'd of had to delay our honeymoon by six weeks." He tried to reason, stroking her hand with his thumb. Blair settled on taking deep breaths. She tried with all her power to relax.
After twelve, long minutes. The plane steadied and the seatbelt signs were turned off. An announcement from the cabin crew told Chuck and Blair that the flight would be smooth from here on outwards. Blair let out a repressed sigh and tried to relax back into her plush, first class seat.
"I told you it would be fine." Chuck soothed his tense wife. Un-doing the tight clasp on his seat belt. He noted that Blair kept hers on.
"I wasn't even scared." She insisted and he couldn't keep himself from erupting with laughter.
"You were absolutely terrified." He told her, his shoulders trembling as he tried to control himself. She wriggled out of his grasp and her expression was threatening. She slapped his arm accusingly, as though he'd suggested something a lot less accurate.
"Okay, okay, you weren't at all scared." He lied, unable to keep himself from chortling. Blair just scoffed at him and reached into her bag to retrieve the copy of vogue she had picked up at the airport in Florence. She didn't need to read Italian to appreciate fashion.
Soon, Chuck found himself peering over her shoulder and pointing out things he thought would suit her. Blair hummed in appreciation at the fact she'd managed to hook herself a fashion conscious Bass. At one point, he gestured towards a lovely Erdem, the light shade of pink would look delicious with Blair's complexion, he thought.
"Already on the waiting list." She sighed, stroking the glossy page.
"Waiting list? Basses don't wait." Chuck said, his voice full of self awareness.
"They do when there are more important people to lavish with dresses." Blair said. Chuck, shocked at her new-found lack of self importance, pulled her chin up so she was facing him.
"No one is more important than you. Do you hear me?" He insisted, caressing the smooth skin on her cheek. Blair turned her head into his palm and closed her eyes for a brief moment, before she gazed into his earnest, hazel eyes.
"You flatter me, Bass." She joked, trying to lighten the serious atmosphere. Chuck smiled a rare, genuine grin.
"I love you." He told her.
"I love you too." She replied instantly.
The pair shared a sweet kiss before turning back to Blair's suddenly less captivating copy of Vogue Italia.