Hey all! Goodness gracious, I'm so sorry for the late late late chapter but this week was kind of crazy for me. My husband (yes I'm married and only just turned 21) came home for the week before going on deployment to Iraq :-( and so i spent a lot of time with him. Anyway, I've already parted ways with him (unfortunately, but six more months...six more months) and so I'm back to my fanfic's, living vicariously through them and all that jazz. Anyway hope you enjoy. Read and Review please, it makes me smile LOL Happy Readings!

"Blair I just want you to know that I'm going to be there for you in any way, shape or form that I possibly can," Chuck assured Blair as they sat on the couch in his suite, the air tense and silent around them.

Blair turned sad eyes at Chuck and forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She looked so small, alone and in pain. Chuck couldn't stand to see her this way. Despite the animosity that existed between them these past few weeks, Chuck still felt strongly for her. There was a connection, a deep feeling that bound them. Chuck couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was pretty sure it was the closest to love he'd ever felt, though he would never admit that.

Blair sighed as she contemplated the life before her. Obviously she needed a new plan because things weren't going the way she'd hoped.

Step 1: Well step one would be a little hard. She'd have to tell Nate. And everyone else for that matter. But telling Nate would be the problem. How the hell would she tell him that she was pregnant with his best friend's baby?

Step 2: Find a way to coexist with Chuck. Obviously she couldn't kill him. He was the father of the baby she carried. Though the idea was still appealing...he was after all ruining her life.

Step 3: Pray for a Happily Ever After. Pray über hard.

Oh...and Step 4: Design some nice maternity clothes. She refused to dress in muu-muu's and garbage bag sized dresses for the next eight months.

Yes step four might actually have to be the first on her list, Blair mused.

God she sounded ridiculous. Worried about clothes when she had a baby on the way. A baby. Chuck's baby. Her and Chuck. A baby!

She suddenly burst into an uncontrollable laughter. She was laughing, crying, laughing some more. Chuck eyed her with worried eyes.

"Blair? Are you ok?" he asked cautiously as he edged a little further away from her on the couch.

"Oh, God, Chuck. Can you just picture us? Parents for God's sake!" Apparently pregnancy was making her religious too. Maybe the realization of the predicament she found herself in was making her find comfort in religion. It was probably a good idea to start now.

Chuck remained with a confused look on his face until Blair's laughing fit subsided. "So..." he spoke into the silent room.

"'So' what?" Blair asked.

"So what are we going to do? I mean, how are we going to handle this?" Chuck asked nervously as he realized what their next steps were.

"Well I have to tell my family. And I guess you have to tell yours. And then there's Nate. And unfortunately all of school will find out. Probably before we leave this room if we're not careful," Blair joked.

"Ok. Well yeah we'll have to tell everyone important. And about school, Gossip Girl will take care of that. Unless you rather no one find out. Then we'll have to find a solution to that problem," Chuck added. Things were already getting more difficult by the minute.

"I don't know. I don't want my business on Gossip Girl's front page news. But it'll be impossible to keep the truth hidden, don't you think?" Blair said a little more straight faced. It was time she took this seriously.

"Yeah," Chuck sighed. What the hell was he thinking? He always wore a condom. Always. What the hell was it about Blair that made him stop thinking straight? He hated losing control. "Well, do you first want to confirm everything with your doctor?"

"I suppose. I have to go talk to him tomorrow after school. Do you want to come?" Blair asked shyly. Chuck already knew the answer that was expected. And he had told her that he would be there for her no matter what.

"I'll go with you if you'll like me to," Chuck answered, avoiding being truthful and telling her he didn't want to come.

Blair smiled as Chuck spoke. He'd said the right thing. Points to him.

"Ok. Good. That sounds good."

Again the silence. They were never at a loss for words. They were Chuck and Blair, witty conversationalists. Always back and forth with their banter. Today though, things were different.

"So what are we going to do about...us?" Chuck spoke quietly, staring into Blair's shocked eyes.

"Us?" she squeaked.

"Yeah. How do we fix us? What do we do?" Chuck asked nervously as he leaned forward and took one of her frail hands in his.

This was not part of the plan, Blair thought. And she hated having to rehash plan after plan.

Baby's complicated everything...