That morning, Dan Humphrey returned to his loft whistling; hands shoved into his pockets. He was in love with Blair. He said before. He knew it. Part of him always wanted that baby to be his. As he strolled along the streets, he started thinking about the awkward situation his future child will be put into. It was hard for him to know that his parents got divorced when he was seventeen and his mother lived in a different town, but how will it be for him? Or her? How will the child understand the situation between his parents? Unless...he smiled. Unless, Blair wished to be with him. He shook his head. It was impossible. He had a surprise. Leaning against his door, cigarette between her fingers was none other than Jenny, Louis Vuitton duffel bag in tow.

"What's up, freeloader?" he smirked.

"Dan!" she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. "I missed you!"

"I missed you two, Jen."

He poured her a cup of steaming coffee.

"So, what's up with you coming back at seven in the morning?" she asked. "A glamorous party?" she raised an eyebrow.

He sighed. "Not in the slightest. Since when did you pick up smoking?" he asked.

"London," she puffed her cigarette. "Does that to you."

"Glamorous parties?"

She rolled her eyes. "I wish. It's a lot of work, Dan. So tell me, who's the lucky girl?"

"Ah...it's a bit more complicated than that," he replied. "It's Blair."

Jenny dropped her cigarette in the ashtray. "Blair!" she shrieked. "How what why?"

"Well, we started seeing each other, as friends and...we got along. And we had sex."

"You actually wanted to have sex with Blair Waldorf?" Jenny incredulously asked.

"I did and...I do."

"Jesus, Dan, are you sick?" she asked. "What about Serena?"

"What about her?"

"She's like the love of your life! You're meant to be with her!"

"I am?"

"Of course. But now that you slept with Blair..."

"And that's not all," he said. "She's pregnant."

Jenny's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? Wasn't she like supposed to marry that prince?"

"She was. She's not anymore," he replied.

"And what are you going to do?"

"For the moment? Wait. Make sure that baby's fine and...wait."

"I need a cigarette..."Jenny picked one from her pack. "Do you want one?"

"Sure..."

The numbers on Serena's digital clock indicated it was well after twelve pm when she woke up. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. It had been a long night. Her boss allowed her to take a day off. She pulled the curtains and wrapped herself in the soft blanket. She heard a cry and then something tumbling down. Blair. She opened the adjoining door only to see a pile of clothes. Behind them, Dorota was skimming through all the daily newspapers in the US.

"What's going on?" she stepped in curiously peeking from behind the door.

"Nothing fits!" Blair cried throwing another dress on the top of the heap. "Nothing fits!" she yelled chucking a pair of jeans against the wall.

"It has been like this all morning..." Dorota shook her head.

"B..."Serena said. When no answer replied she made her way to her friend and grabbed her from the shoulders. "B!"

Blair twirled on her heels.

"Relax," Serena put an arm around her shoulders. "It can't be that bad."

"Of course it is!" she cringed. "Dorota?"

"No news of engagement cancellation," she replied.

"Blair, I'm sure that not all of these clothes don't fit you anymore, you're only 3 months into your pregnancy."

"I know...but they don't look as fabulous on me!" she pulled up the crinkle of her bathrobe to look at her belly.

"Oh, Blair," Serena patted her head.

"We must go shopping!" she announced already scanning the room for some decent clothes to wear.

"Where's Dan, by the way?" Serena asked.

"Lonely boy left this morning," Dorota answered.

"Really?" Serena asked.

"Yes," Blair said.

"I didn't hear him leave," Serena shrugged.

"Neither did I," Blair casually said.

"Blair...What did you do to him?" Serena asked.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing! We had a mature conversation about the future of this child. He's the father, he will be kept in touch with the evolution of the pregnancy and he will be allowed to actively participate in the child's upbringing."

Dorota rolled her eyes.

Serena wrinkled her nose. "This isn't business, you know?"

Blair didn't reply.

"Do you have any feelings for him?"

"No..." Blair replied. "Whatever was between Dan Humphrey and I..."

"Yes?" Serena perked her head up.

"It's nothing. Nothing more," Blair said. "Aren't you getting dressed?"

"I'm spending the in," Serena replied.

"But I need your help, S!"

Serena's eyes rolled in Dorota's direction. The maid got up and went for her coat.

"Fine," Blair pulled on her bag and left.

Serena looked at them leave. She pulled out her phone and texted Dan: "Hey, do you feel like going for coffee?"

Dan was staring at a blank page when he received the text. He stared at his phone. He texted back: "Sure."

He got up and pulled on his jacket and exited the loft. He met her in Manhattan. She had a wide smile plastered on her face. It was something rare for him to see since the commotion with his book.

"To what do I own the honour?" he casually smirked.

"Oh, Dan," she gushed. "I had filming the other day until morning. Cut me some slack. I just wanna hang out."

"Okay. Where to?"

"Is coffee here good?" she pointed to the diner with colorful beads in the display.

"Sure," he opened the door for her.

And just as she entered one of Gossip Girl's trusty spies snapped a photo of them.

Blair grimaced at the photo updated. She frowned at the title: "Lonely boy and S back together?" she couldn't understand what upset her more: the fact that Serena didn't go out with her shopping or that she was now having coffee with Dan. A familiar feeling crawled up her spine. It was envy. She thought she finally won some for a change, but it seems that they all crawl back to Serena. She carelessly continued to browse through the body section.

"Blair Waldorf, as I live and breathe..." she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Georgina," she coolly looked at her.

"What's up, roomie?" Georgina asked.

Blair rolled her eyes. And then she noticed. With little Millow holding her hand, Georgina seemed to be six months pregnant.

"Yeah," she caressed her stomach. "Millow is going to have a baby brother. Say 'hello' to the nice lady Millow," she nudged him.

"Hello..." Millow shyly said. He was very cute. He had deep blue eyes and blond hair and a smile which perfectly matched his mother's.

"What are you doing here?" Georgina asked.

"None of your business," Blair replied without sparing her another glance.

"Oh my God!" Georgina rose her eyebrow. "You're knocked up!"

Blair ignored her.

"Congrats!" she kindly rubbed her shoulder. Blair was surprised to identify a genuine smile on her nemesis' face. "You and the prince...?"

Blair's expression darkened. She sighed. "No...we're not getting married anymore. It's not his."

Georgina bit her lower lip. "Is it Chuck's?"

Blair paused. She pondered for a moment what to reply. Her eyes fell on Millow. "He's a sweet little boy," she pressed her hand against his soft cheek.

"Isn't he?" Georgina wrapped an arm around him. "Love of my life."

Blair smiled. "It's Dan's..."

"Humphrey?" Georgina was in shock.

"Yeah..." Blair cringed. "One night thing...led to the other..."

"Blair," Georgina grabbed her by the shoulder. "You are so lucky..." she looked at Millow. "Go wait with Trinidad," she pointed to the maid carrying the shopping bags. "Blair," Georgina looked at her. "I would have done...anything for Dan to be Millow's real father. Anything. He's a great man...you're really luck to have him."

Blair looked away. "We're not together."

Georgina smirked. "I see. Serena beat you again."

And the moment was gone. Why she ever felt that she and Georgina Sparks had a connection will remain a mystery to her. She twirled on her heels and left. She testily looked at her phone. Someone uploaded a photo of Dan and Serena sitting very close to each other.

"Dorota! I wanna go home!" she called her maid.

When she arrived home she found Serena browsing through a magazine.

"B!" she smiled. "How was it?" she came up to her.

"How dare you?" Blair cried. "I mean I get it that you're tired, but you went out with Dan? With Dan of all people?"

"I don't see what's the problem," Serena folded her hands.

"The problem is," Blair started marching up the stairs. "The problem is that I'm having his baby!"

"He talked only about you, Blair!" Serena yelled.

Blair froze. She looked over her shoulder at her friend.

"Dan is...he's in love with you, Blair," she bit her lower lip.

She twirled on her heels and slammed the door behind her.

"Don't ruin this..." she grumbled.

Blair flopped on to her bed. She couldn't understand why she was behaving so crazy. She had no reason to yell at Serena. She thought about Dan, about Chuck, about Louis and about Dan again. Was moving on really that hard? She looked at herself in the mirror caressing her stomach.

"It's you and me against the world..."