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"How are you feeling, Beautiful?" Chuck inquired as he gently shook his wife from her peaceful slumber.
"Chuck," she sighed happily as she rolled onto her back as she took in her husband's handsome features. "Hmmm, I missed you. Did you, Charlotte and Brice have fun in the park?"
"You were missed," he told her as he kissed her forehead. "Are you feeling better?"
"A little," she nodded, "I've kept down those crackers since I talked to you earlier, so I'd say that's progress."
"Charlotte's down for a nap, and Dorota is watching Brice. Did you need me to do anything for you?" he inquired.
"Can I get a back rub?" she asked.
"Of course," he smiled as she sat up slowly, turning herself around so that her bare back was exposed to him. His hands immediately went to work to slowly massage her shoulders. She winced slightly at his initial pressure, so he lightened his touch. Soon she was moaning happily as his hands flowed down her back. "You're making an awful lot of noise for not much pleasure."
"Speak for yourself," she moaned happily, "This feels like heaven right now."
"I know something else that feels like heaven," he replied as his breath was hot against the back of her neck.
"I've been throwing up for most of the day," she groaned, "Can you really be thinking about having sex with me right now?"
"Didn't stop me when you were pregnant with Charlotte or Brice," he reminded her, "I think you're beautiful one hundred percent of everyday, so yes I'm thinking about having sex with you. I never stop."
"You're such a sap," Blair replied.
"You're always in such a pleasant mood when you're sick," he chuckled, refusing to take her bait. "You should get sick more often."
Blair reached behind her back to slap his shoulder. "Basstard."
"I love it when you play rough," he whispered into her ear before he bit down on her lobe sharply.
"Awk," she exclaimed in surprise as she rubbed at her ear, "I can't believe you just bit me."
"It's just a love bite," he laughed.
"Why did you call in the cavalry in the park?" she inquired as he resumed his pleasurable massage.
"Charlotte threw a tantrum. Brice spit up on my jacket and refused to sit in his stroller. I realized I couldn't keep an eye on Charlotte, carry Brice, and push the stroller on all my own."
"You could have called Serena," Blair replied, "She's always moaning about how she doesn't spend enough time with her godchildren, and she doesn't have a job like Nate that I'm sure you pulled him away from."
"Serena is your wingman, Nathaniel is mine," Chuck replied.
"Wing person," Blair corrected him. "I'm sure Charlee had him eating out of the palm of her hand."
"Literally," he chuckled.
"Explain, Bass," Blair demanded.
"The hot dog and bowl of ice cream were too much for her. He became the designated garbage disposal today as my hands were always full of Brice," he replied.
"The video Nate shot of Brice and Charlotte was adorable," Blair smiled, "It made me feel a hundred percent better."
"I've never seen Charlotte interact with Brice like that before," Chuck admitted. "Usually she tolerates his existence only when she absolutely has to. Today she seemed accepting like a big sister."
"Maybe she finally is accepting," Blair smiled. "It's only taken six months."
"Nathaniel is a little lost right now," Chuck replied as his lips began to caress the nape of her neck again.
"He's been lost since kindergarten," Blair rolled her eyes even though Chuck couldn't see.
"Relationship wise," he clarified.
"Again, he's been lost since kindergarten . . . first girlfriend, remember."
"He loves Vanessa, but he's not sure she's the one," Chuck explained. "I want to help him, but I don't know how."
"You might not be able to," she replied, "Not everyone is as fortunate as us to find that one person we're destined to be with for eternity in high school."
"I want him to be happy, as happy as I am. Though rationally I know I didn't steal his one chance at happiness, I still feel responsible for how dysfunctional his love life is. My womanizing was a bad influence on him. I stole his woman. Then I basically abandoned him to be with you."
"First off, if you had as much of an influence as you think you do, he'd be married and settled down right now," Blair told him, "He might not be married to the right woman, but he'd be married. Secondly, you did not steal me away from him. Nate and I were broken up the first time you and I were together, granted for all of ten seconds, but he had no claim on me. When you and I finally got together for good, Nate was long out of my picture. And lastly, you did not abandon him. We kept our distance for a while so he could get used to the idea of us together. When we started our weekly nights apart, he was who you always went out with. We got away from that when we became parents, but we had to because our priorities changed. The only one responsible for Nate's relationship successes or failures is Nate."
"You may have a point," he conceded.
"What brought on all this guilty anyways?" she inquired as she laid herself down and pulled him to lay with her.
"When we brought Charlotte and Brice to see the horses at Central Park, there was a woman that began flirting with Nathaniel. As we were leaving she gave her phone number to the both of us, offering . . . well, that's not important."
He felt her tense in his arms at the revelation.
"I tossed the number as soon as I could, but Nathaniel pocketed it. I thought that perhaps he and Vanessa had some sort of arrangement. I was curious, so I asked. That's when he started talking about not being sure Vanessa was the one," he explained.
"He'll figure things out," Blair stated confidently as Chuck's hands began roaming her naked body without hesitation. "And for the record, I don't appreciate other women giving my husband their phone numbers. Do I need to go back to that stable hand and mark my territory?"
"Take a deep breath," Chuck whispered into her ear. "Your territory is very clearly marked."
"Then who is this woman to give my husband her phone number?" Blair hissed, "Any self respecting woman is not going to offer a very happily married man a phone number attached with an offer . . . an offer of what?"
"It's not important," Chuck assured her.
"It is to me, now spill," she demanded.
"A threesome with Nathaniel," Chuck begrudgingly admitted.
"I need her name, a description, and a crowbar," Blair snarled as she moved to get out of bed. Chuck's grip was just tight enough to keep her laying down.
"I don't believe we own a crowbar," he chuckled, "Though, I'll give you points for the reference."
"This isn't funny," she responded sternly.
"This is actually hysterical," Chuck continued to laugh even though she smacked his chest. "After all these years together, you still get insanely jealous even though you know you have no reason to be. You know my answer is always going to be no, so why even waste a moment's energy."
"I guess there is this little voice in my head that says if you find an offer tempting enough, you just might accept," she replied softly.
"There is no offer tempting enough, certainly not a threesome with Nathaniel. If I'm going to have a threesome it's going to be with two women," he teased.
"That's really not funny," she glared at him as she tried to pry his hands away from her body, "Not even a tiny bit funny."
"It's a tiny bit funny," he amended.
"I'm going to regret asking this, but did you and Nate ever do the threesome thing?" she winced as the words came out of her mouth.
"Not with each other," he told her, crying to maintain a level of seriousness though his eyes still sparkled with amusement. He couldn't believe this conversation, or the fact they'd never had it before.
"But you've done threesomes," she concluded.
"This isn't a surprise, is it?" he inquired.
"No, I guess not," she sighed, "It's always been an assumption on my part, on everyone's part really, but I've never asked and you've never confirmed. Do you ever get the urge to do them?"
"No," he scoffed, "I'm not willing to share you with anyone, male or female. I couldn't even tell you what the urge was to do it in the first place. All I can say is that it was a part of my irresponsible, reckless youth. You know how much I regret a lot of my choices. This is one of those regrets."
"Did Nate ever?" Blair inquired.
"I'm operating under the assumption that he has," Chuck replied, "I have no facts nor details, but I'm pretty sure he found a couple of co-eds in college."
"I sure knew how to pick them didn't I. Nate, Marcus, Carter, Jack . . . you. All of you have your quirks when it comes to sex," she sighed.
"Though none have reformed quite as well as I have, nor do any of them have the incentive that I do," he replied as he resumed his gentle caresses as she felt her begin to relax against him.
"Don't you ever forget that," Blair cautioned him.
"Never," he whispered into her ear.
"That feels good," she sighed as his hands flowed along her abdomen.
"You usually don't like me touching you when you're ill," he stated the obvious. "Are you sure it's just a stomach bug?"
"Yes," she nodded, "I'm one hundred percent certain that I'm not pregnant."
"You can't be one hundred percent certain," he spoke huskily into her ear, "Abstinence is the only certainty, and we both know we'll never achieve that unattainable goal."
"Nor would we want to," she smiled, "But I promise I'm not pregnant."
"For the record, if you were pregnant, you would tell me, wouldn't you?" he inquired.
"Of course," she responded, "I'd never keep something that monumental from you."
"Help me figure out what to do with Nathaniel," he requested.
"First off, tell him to stop having threesomes," she responded as she tensed up slightly in his arms.
"Any other ideas after that?" he pressed as a smirk lit up his face. This threesome idea was still clearly bothering her. When she was feeling better, he'd have to take extra special care to erase any doubt that she may be having regarding his need for a spicier sex life.
"Let him figure things out for himself. Only he will know when he's found his soul mate," she sighed, "And no matter how much you thrust it upon him, Vanessa may not be it."
"But she might be, and he'd not giving himself a chance to find that out. It took us how many years to figure out we were each other's soul mates. I don't want him to miss out on what we have because he can't get out of his own way to allow himself to realize it."
"If Vanessa is his soul mate, they'll figure it out. They'll overcome all obstacles and Nate's inability to commit. We did," she reminded him.
"We certainly did," he responded smoothly as he began nibbling on her earlobe again. He felt her melting against him. She was clearly becoming more amendable to his advances. Then suddenly she was no longer next to him as she scrambling into the bathroom. Chuck sighed in resignation as he heard her purge the saltine crackers she'd kept down for most of the afternoon. He slid out of bed and went to her, gathering her hair away from her neck, blowing lightly to cool her skin.
"For better or worse, Handsome," she choked out.
Chuck knelt down behind her and held her in his arms as she coughed out the remnants in her stomach.
"For better or worse," he repeated with an amused little chuckle. When she was done, he lifted her easily into his arms and carried her back to bed. She fell asleep instantly. Her words continued to echo in his mind. Things could be so much worse than a minor case of the stomach flu. It would be easy for Chuck to come up with worse scenarios as he'd been programmed to expect most of his life, but that wasn't his life anymore. Thanks to Blair and their children, expecting the worse wasn't the go to reaction anymore.
The End.
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