Two Months Later…
Chuck rolled over looking at Blair asleep in his bed, under his sheets… pregnant with his twins. He felt an uncontrollable smile slide over his lips. This couldn't be real. Things this perfect didn't happen to Chuck Bass. Blair Waldorf was six months pregnant with his twins and she loved him. He shook his head and kissed her shoulder softly careful not to wake her. He got out of the bed carefully and checked his email.
There were several messages from Eleanor, Nate and Bart. He debated not reading any of them but thought better of it. Eleanor and Bart's messages read basically the same: They were young and stupid, they were making a mistake, that it would better for the babies (they refused to call them by their names) if they were to give them up for adoption. He deleted them both; Blair didn't need to see them. He opened the one from Nate and it was directed more at Blair begging for her to see reason and come back to him, that he would find a way to forgive her. Chuck went to delete it but stopped. Blair could read it later if she wanted to but not before their appointment.
"Chuck? Where are you?" Blair's sleepy voice floated out of the bedroom.
"Right here." He said walking back into her room. She was sitting up his pearl tinted satin sheets held over her protruding stomach and newly swollen breasts. Her chocolate waves fell over her flushed skin and she smiled sleepily at him. "Where were you?" she said pulling a curl out of her face.
"Just checking some emails. I didn't want to wake you up, you looked so rested." He kneeled on the bed and kissed her forehead, her lips and then her stomach. "Morning, how are the babies doing?"
"Well they're kicking now that you're nearby." He smiled.
"Is Serena still mad they wouldn't kick for her?" Blair nodded laughing. "Well I'll make sure I'm around the next time she visits." He kissed Blair again then looked at her smiling.
"What?" she murmured looking up at him. "What is it?"
"You. I know it's cliché but you do glow." Blair blushed "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Nothing." She said stretching and getting out of bed the sheet still wrapped around her.
"Blair you have to eat something, we have a long day."
"No, really I'll just eat a big lunch." She tried to pass him but he stopped her.
"Are you not eating again?" He said completely seriously. "Blair it's not healthy for you or the baby."
"Fine, fine! I'll have yogurt." She said pulling one of the oversize Yale sweatshirts Chuck had lying around. She walked into the spacious kitchen and pulled out one of the lemon flavored Yoplait's Chuck had stocked for her. She tucked her knees as close to her stomach as she could and began to eat the pale yellow yogurt. She looked up at Chuck standing over her arms crossed. "What? I'm eating." She held up the yogurt as evidence.
"Blair, you're eating for three. You need more then yogurt. What else do you want, a bagel, toast?" he opened the cupboard looking.
"Bagel, I guess." She scooped out the last of the yogurt with her finger, sucking it off, looking over Chucks shoulder. He toasted it for her spread a thick layer of light cream cheese over it and watched Blair eat it slowly.
"Blair are you eating enough?" he said crossing his arms leaning against the counter.
"I'm eating it!" she said after swallowing a mouthful.
"I mean when I'm not around. What you ate before you were pregnant was barely enough. You need to be eating more if you want Cassidy and Damien to be healthy."
"Why are you always freaking out about this stuff? I can't walk down stairs in heels, I can't help you paint the nursery. You treat me like I'm going to break, I'm FINE!" she said her voice rising as she stood.
"I want you to be safe." He said turning away.
"No there's protective and then there's mania. You crossed that line a long time ago. Do you think I'm to stupid to take care of myself or something?"
"I don't want you to die like my mother!" he said turning around his face flushed. "Bart wasn't there to take care of her, she did it all herself and now she dead. I just don't think I could- I can't do it alone- I need you and-" He sat on a couch in the living room silent but she heard his voice break.
"Chuck," she said sitting next to him. "The doctors know so much more now. There are all sorts of new medicine and procedures now. I will be fine."
"I'm sure my mom said the same thing." He said looking down.
"Look we have an appointment today and you will see everything is fine."
"I don't want to risk it."
"Ok fine. I'll sit in bed and not do anything until the kids are born." She threw her hands up and sat on the floor. "You can have me carried there in case you're worried I'll injure myself on the way there."
"Blair…" he looked at her sitting her arms crossed looking up at him. "I know you think I'm being ridiculous and that it'll never happen to us. But that's what my dad thought and I grew up without a mother. I can't do this without you." She looked up at him uncrossing her arms. He offered her a hand and helped her stand. Once she stood he pulled her into him. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"Sorry I'm being such a ridiculous bitch. It's the hormones."
"And what's your excuse for before you got pregnant?" Chuck smirked brushing a curl off her face. She hit him lightly on the chest.
…….
Blair sat in the lush couch in the doctor's office holding onto Chuck. Midway through her examination the doctor's face had… shifted. He wouldn't tell her anything then. She looked at Chuck her eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe they're just telling us it's triplets." She tried to smile but Chucks face was so stony her face fell. They both turned as the doctor walked in.
"Hello , how are you-"
"What's wrong?" said Chuck ignoring niceties, squeezing Blair's hand tightly. Blair rested her free hand on her stomach.
"Mr... Uh-" The doctor faltered looking at Chuck.
"Bass. Chuck Bass. He's the father." Said Blair.
"Yes, Mr. Bass… Well as you know multiple births are prone to complications, as well are young mothers. Along with Blair's eating disorder," he glanced at the chart.
"What's. Wrong. With. Blair?" said Chuck biting each word, his hand tightening even more.
"It's a condition called placenta abruptia. The placenta tears from the wall causing internal bleeding and possibly death. "
"If something's wrong why aren't you doing surgery know?" said Chuck his voice rising.
"Well nothings happened yet, but the latest sonogram has shown Blair could very easily go into shock." He closed the file on his desk. "I would recommend Blair go on bed rest until the twins are born."
"Of course." Said Chuck. "I'll take her home now." Blair sat back holding her stomach tears running down her face.
"Dr. Adams," said Blair sitting forward. "When you said it can result in death-"
"Only in severe cases ." he said.
"Anyway, when you said it can result in death… is that death for the children or…" she trailed off looking away from Chuck.
"Well placenta abruptia while it can present some health problems for the children, the internal bleeding causes death in… mothers." He looked away from her face draining of color.
Chucks hand dropped away from Blair, his face even paler.
