"You awake?" Blair said rolling over onto her side. The bed was so big that you didn't even have to touch the person beside if you didn't want to. He didn't stir so she moved closer and pocked him in his side "Chuck"

He groaned and opened his eyes "Dreaming about me?" He grinned and sat up "I was having a very, very nice one about you" Blair pulled her pillow out from under her head and smacked him with it.

"Eww, perv" She laughed at how they both seemed to have the same humor; dirty "Save your wet dreams for when I'm not here, please"

"I told you, it was a nice dream" He winked and kissed her "It kinda reminded me of last night"

"Last night" She smiled and bit her lip "I suppose that's understandable. Last night was pretty...nice"

"It was more than nice. I didn't know you had it in you, Blair Bear" He was beginning to unbutton the shirt she had borrowed from him, revealing her lacy pink bra.

"Sorry, can't" She got up and unbuttoned the rest of the shirt "I have to have lunch with my mom and her fiancé...Jack" She faced away from him, taking a minute to check her stomach. She was constantly afraid it would change before she could notice.


Dorota had spent the entire morning cooking. As Blair entered the house, the smell of butter chicken hit her "Mom?" She said walking into the living room. They were sitting on the couch, holding hands, and laughing at something. It had been a long time since Blair had seen her mom this happy.

"Oh, Blair" Her mom got up from the couch and hugged Blair "Sorry I wasn't here this morning. We were packing up Jack's things in his apartment.

"Already?" Blair frowned, smoothing out yesterday's wrinkled dress "It's been like a week"

Her mom's face quickly turned from a happy one to an angry one "Your father phoned, congratulating us. He said we could have the wedding at his vineyard next month"

Blair assumed it was because he was happy she had moved on, letting him live his life with Roman "Daddy offered his vineyard for the wedding?"

"Yes, it was very generous" Eleanor smiled, noticing how messy Blair's hair seemed "So, we set a date; March seventeenth"

That was just a little over six weeks away, and Blair knew that by then she would have to face the music and tell people about the baby "Sounds great" She smiled, making her mother happy.

"You should invite Nate. I don't think he's ever been to France" Her mom looked so happy as she squeezed Jack's hand, letting him kiss her on the lips. This was what she used to have, that sense of security that came with knowing what your future held.


He looked so peaceful as he slept, hair standing on end and an imprint of his pillow on his cheek. She imagined what their baby would look like, with brown hair and brown eyes. Maybe it would be a girl, or a boy. And then she thought about the possibility of stopping all of this in its tracks, putting it behind her and moving on. But why? She already had everything she had ever wanted in her life. Money, friends, and a boy who was madly in love with her. What more did she need to raise a baby?

"Chuck" She rubbed his cheek, feeling the ridges of the pillow imprint "I think I'm ready to be a mommy" She knew he was asleep, and that's why this didn't scare her. He could sleep through anything, from loud parties people threw in the room next door, to the time when she had tripped over his clothes on the floor to get to the bathroom, landing with a loud smack on her face.

Melt downs were becoming an everyday occurrence in the life of Blair Waldorf, especially when it came to weight gain. It first came in the form of the morning she realized her favorite pair of jeans couldn't be done up anymore. After almost breaking the zipper, she burst into tears. She had run to into the bathroom, knelt down in front of the toilet, and stuck her finger down her throat.


"Can I ask you something?" Blair said watching Serena paint her toe nails a coral pink. She was flipping through a celebrity gossip magazine, getting mad at the fact that she looked less and less like them.

Serena stopped painting her toes and looked up. Her blonde hair was getting very long. It nearly touched the back of her jeans when she stood straight "Sure"

"Promise you won't get mad?" She checked her toes, admiring the skill Serena seemed to have.

"I swear. Now spill" She sat cross legged opposite Blair.

"Did you ever love Nate?" It was a question that had settled deep in Blair's brain a few months ago, but with her recent situation, it appeared again "Because, he really loves you"

Serena sucked in her breathe and closed the nail polish bottle's lid. She sighed and shook her head "No, I never loved him" She could see it in Blair's eyes, what they had done still bothered her "Blair, no, I promise" She put her hands on Blair's shoulders, watching the tears appear in her eyes "I know and I'm sorry I hurt you"

"I just, I tried so hard to get him to love me the way he loves you. He was suppose to be the one I could turn to with all of this" She shook her head, letting the tears blur her vision. She watched Serena move and sit beside her on the bed, putting an arm around her. "Hard work is supposed to pay off, right?"

"Not if it's not meant to work out. I think you should try concentrating on yourself right now. No more boys" Serena's words were almost maternal, the way she tried to make Blair feel better.

"No more boys" Blair nodded her head "That's a hard one though" She laughed a little, leaning her head against Serena's shoulder.


"Thanks for meeting me" Nate said as Chuck sat down on the bar stool beside him. He had asked Chuck to meet him in The Palace Hotel's bar, hoping they could talk rationally about everything.

"I just want things to go back to the way they were before" Chuck was excited, but he didn't want to admit it. He took it as a good sign that Nate wanted to talk to him.

"I don't know if that's possible" Nate shook his head "But at least now I know how Blair felt when I cheated on her. It sucks"

"Blair didn't cheat on you though. You two weren't together" Chuck could see how tired Nate looked. It was as thought he hadn't slept more than a few hours since they fight in Central Park "Trust me, I wouldn't have done any of that if you two had still been together"

"But how did my breakup with her make any of it okay, Chuck?" Nate almost yelled, waving his hands in the air "How could you just take something like that from her?"

"I didn't take it from her. She gave it to me" Chuck thought back to that night in the limo. He had asked permission, and she had opened herself up to him "You pushed her away, so she came to me"

"The only reason she came to you was because she wanted to hurt me. She knew you'd sleep with her if she asked"

"Nate, me and her would have ended up together eventually. Your relationship with her was doomed from the beginning, you know it"

"That's not true" He shook his head and got up from his chair. If only Nate could see how happy Blair was now, Chuck thought to himself, she didn't want him anymore "I loved her".