Chapter 4
The end of the weekend was coming up quickly, which meant back to work and back to reality... and Blair owning up to what she had been hiding. It wasn't going to be much longer until she absolutely couldn't hide it anymore, but now that the people she felt closest to knew, it didn't seem to be such a tragedy anymore.
Sitting out by the pool in the sun, she had even let herself put a bikini on to get a little sunlight. Her bump was still little, so she was satisfied that she didn't look like those pregnant women who might burst any second letting it all hang out. It might even be just a little bit cute.
Blair sipped on some lemonade and chatted with Serena, while the boys were all playing in the pool. It was nice to see them let loose and have a little fun. Chuck was always all work and no play and Eric always seemed like he was brooding. Nate always seemed to bring the fun.
After a good hour of dunking each other and not acting like the society-grown millionaires that they were, Chuck decided to get packing early so that he wasn't doing it all last minute in the morning. He could use a break out of the sun anyway. As he walked across the warm cement of the pool deck, his eyes caught a bronzing Blair that almost brought him to his knees. Her skin was flawless and was quickly getting a peachy bronzed color, and contrasted nicely with her white bikini. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her top; it was obvious that she had bought it well before getting pregnant. And seated right in the middle was a slight bump, anybody who didn't know about her pregnancy would think that she had a big lunch. She was perfect, and beautiful, and he couldn't have been happier to know that she was carrying his child. Three days ago, he would have never thought twice about being a father at 24, but knowing that now he would be, with the woman he could never fall out of love with... it was almost too much.
He gave her a smile of adoration, and walked on into the house and up the stairs. He was going to have to lay down, maybe he had been in the sun for too long.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he thought he had heard footsteps, but was too tired to open his eyes to find out. Then he heard her.
"Chuck Bass, what did you do, get too much sun?"
He opened his eyes to see a pink-faced Blair Waldorf smiling at him and feeling his cheek with her hand.
"Maybe just a little. I figured I'd come sleep it off. Looks like you got a little sun too."
"I needed it. I've been dreading going anywhere where people can see me, it's nice to feel sunshine, I can feel the vitamin D coursing through my veins."
"Well it looks good on you, Blair. As does being sperminated. Seriously, you're glowing."
"Sperminated? Honestly, Bass, I hope this child doesn't inherit your vocabulary."
Chuck laughed. She looked so happy. And over the entire weekend, he hadn't so much had even thought of making an advance on her. He couldn't help himself anymore. He pulled her on top of himself, making her squeal.
"Chuck! What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do to you all weekend long."
He crashed his lips against hers, tasting lemonade and lip gloss. And she gave in rather quickly, letting her lips melt with his, her tongue exploring his mouth in a feverish passion. His left hand grabbed her hip and his right hand tangled in her hair. She was running her nails down his chest, which slightly burned from the earlier sun exposure, but if anything, it made him even harder. It was very apparent what was going to happen to the both of them.
"Chuck," she gasped out. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"With you, princess? Always. And what's the worst that could happen?"
Blair laughed, she knew that much was true. And her hormones sure did leave a lot to be desired.
"Well then, Mr. Bass... take me now."
Before she had even finished her sentence, it was a flurry of bathing suits being flung across the room and passionate kisses being placed everywhere possible. Chuck could feel the heat of her core radiating on his. Unsure of how a baby might make things different, he started out slowly, truly appreciating the fact that the mother of his child, and the love of his life was beautifully breathing in a passionate rhythm beneath him.
Blair looked at him, and could see the look in his eyes... the look of Chuck Bass falling in love.
"Chuck... are you okay?"
"I'm perfect. And you're perfect. Seriously, Blair, you're beautiful."
Who knew that Chuck Bass had a heart?
Blair had never NOT loved Chuck, but that didn't stop her from trying to make the feelings go away. He had always been there for her, but he had also always been the one to hurt her the worst. No matter where she turned, though, he was always right there. It was hard to escape the Bass name in New York City, he owned most of the real estate within its borders. And it was always Blair and Chuck, Chuck and Blair - that would never change. No other guy had ever lived up to Chuck and how he could make Blair feel. Now she was in it for the long haul. And she'd be damned if that Basstard hurt her again.
Chuck's teeth grazing on her earlobe brought her back to the reality of what was happening. She could feel the tightening in the pit of her stomach, and the lines of anything real getting fuzzy. He was hitting all of the right places inside her walls, and maybe it was just the here and now or the hormones, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt before.
"Chuck... oh... my God... please... I'm going.. to..."
Chuck could feel it too. He could feel her tighten around him, and the sound of her panting his name and the feel of her walls contracting around him took him over the edge. It was like she was hypersensitive to his touch. He buried himself inside of her as deep as he could go, and there was no turning back. She was spasming around him and he let it all go. Her nails were digging into his back, and he was surely going to be bleeding.
He laid on top of her, still inside of her, but making sure he didn't put any pressure on her stomach.
"Chuck. That was incredible."
"You're incredible. And possibly dangerous, I'm going to have to check my back before I decide to go out of this room without a shirt on."
"I think that nap was a good idea... the sun can sure be tiring."
"Let's get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us."
As Blair combed through her hair to make it look a little less like she just had sex her baby's daddy, she couldn't help the word vomit that came shooting out of her mouth.
"Chuck... what are we?"
"I'm sorry... we're human?"
"No, I mean what are we to each other? We're going back to the city tomorrow, and everybody's going to hear about little Chuck or little Blair... but what does that make us?"
Chuck looked at her. If he had his way, he would make her his wife right now. He knew what Blair wanted her wedding to be like, she had it in a scrapbook that she made when she was 12. Her groom had changed, but the rest stayed the same. He could really pool his resources and have it done in a month. But of course her perfect wedding dress wasn't going to fit her in a month. High society tended to look down on quickie weddings anyway - even if it was a Bass wedding.
"We're Chuck and Blair, we're unstoppable, and we're going to be parents to the most gorgeous and spoiled child that New York City has ever seen."
"People are going to be talking, Chuck. What do we say? We're together? We're not? We're getting married? I just don't know. A few months ago, we were hardly speaking. Now, we're going to be parents together. And if you don't want to marry me, that's fine... but I need to know."
"Oh, Blair... I've wanted to marry you since I was 9. It's always been you. But I also know what you want. We couldn't stay together as teenagers and although we've grown, I think we both know that it always was about the game. And if that's changed, then I'll marry you on the spot, right now. A priest lives nextdoor, and I will most certainly go drag his ass out of his makeshift cabana... if that's what you want. But you're too careful Blair, and I think what you want to know is if I can really be there for you. And I'm trying, but it's going to be hard. I'm going to screw up. And you're going to screw up. We've never been a normal couple. I think what you want is to know that you're safe with me right now, and that's what I'm going to give you. It's been months since I've pursued other girls, and it's because I could never get over you... so if you'll let me be super cheesy and completely not like Chuck Bass, I'd like to be your boyfriend."
She looked at him through misty eyes. "That's exactly what I want, Chuck. Thank you."
He kissed her forehead and turned to go out the door. "I love you, Waldorf. Don't forget it."
"Love you too, Bass."
He knew this was going to be hard. But he was Chuck Bass, and he didn't fail at anything. He was going to be there for Blair every step of the way, and he was going to make her see that he was an honest man, and that he loved her. And he would most certainly never turn out like his father. His father was a good man, he built an empire and without him, Chuck wouldn't have been as successful as he was... but his father was never a father to him. And Chuck promised himself right then and there that he'd never let his son or daughter feel like they didn't have a dad.
