Disclaimer- Okay GG and its characters do STILL not belong to me. (sigh)
Okay thank you everyone who update and cheered me up. I decided to get this chapter up as quick as possible because I felt I owed it to you for being a very good audience.
I would like to thank:
CrazyBitch10,
bethanellis219,
ladynatasheagleye,
IWillSurvive,
And
GoodGirl793.
These people have supported me through the tough time when I was contemplating whether or not to take this story down. So thank all these people because if it wasn't for them there wuld be no more, Little Miss Princess.
Plus a big thank you to all the great reviews for chapter 6.
OH BTW, My really close friend (WishIWasRose) and I are having this little competetion about who can get the most reviews for their story. Everyone so far here has given me a headstart and were in front by 2 reviews but if you want me to win I need as many reviews as possible per chapter. Plus I would really appreciate the reviews. It makes me feel LOVED!
Enjoy!
XOXO
Chapter 7
Chuck looked like he was about to kill somebody. It seemed like his day just kept getting worse and worse. As soon as I told him his baby was gone he was in a flurry looking for his phone.
"Where the hell is it?" He asked venomously as he ripped through his jacket pockets.
I could see the phone outlined in his pants pocket and reached out and touched it.
I couldn't speak, say a word.
The whole reason I left Chuck and Chuck and I getting back together was gone.
She was gone. My baby.
It suddenly sunk in. She was gone.
"Chuck." I screamed and he looked from his phone and down to me.
"She's gone." I choked out and started sobbing.
I sunk down against the wall of the hallway and pulled my knees into my chest and sobbed.
I heard Chuck making some frantic phones calls to I don't know who.
It felt like hours later when his arms finally pulled me to him and let me ruin his jacket. He didn't care that I was ruining his Armani suit jacket.
He just sat there gently rubbing my back and staring at the wall in front of us.
It felt like more hours later when he finally spoke up.
"I'm sorry." He bit out stiffly.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes. "What?" I asked, completely surprised.
I wasn't sure what it was that made him apologize but I wasn't expecting it.
"I'm sorry." He bit out again.
I stared at him, absolutely shocked.
I waited for him to continue.
"I'm sorry for hurting you." He bit out again.
It looked like he was struggling.
"I'm sorry for scaring you. If it weren't for me you wouldn't have run away." He choked out.
I looked at him. "You're right." I said.
And he looked at me in shock and anger flooded his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but I held my finger over his mouth.
"But if it wasn't for you, I would have never had Crystal." I said.
The anger in his eyes faded a bit before the tears started running.
"I've lost her." He sobbed and it was my turn to comfort him. Knowing who he was talking about and letting him get it out of his system. I knew I should be angry that he cared for her so much after not even wanting a child but it was hard to when he was in a state like this.
"It's okay." I said as I tried to soothe him.
"No, it's not okay. I pushed you and only cared about you. I didn't care that she was mine. I was selfish." He paused and let out a shaky sob. "And when I finally saw her this morning in the pram I finally saw the parts of my genes in her and now she's gone. I haven't even been able to say anything to her."
He let out a few shaky sobs.
"Chuck." I tried but he wouldn't look up at me. "Chuck, look at me."
He tilted his head a little so he could see me out of the corner of eye. "What?" He asked so softly and gently I didn't think it was possible if I hadn't have known him before now.
"It's not your fault Chuck. Us sitting here doing nothing isn't going to help her. I know you might be upset but I think we've spent enough time sitting on the ground wallowing in our own misery but if you remembered before I left. Blair Waldorf does not wallow. She simply cries and if you tell anyone about this your life won't be worth living." I pretend to threaten.
He let out a small smile and said. "That's the Blair Waldorf I used to know." And started to get up.
"Thank you." He said and then smacked his head with the palm of his hand. "I never thought I would apologize so much when I saw you. God Waldorf you bring out the soft side of me."
I let out a small laugh and hugged Chuck.
He hugged back and whispered. "I love you."
I looked up into his eyes and whispered to him. "I love you too."
We stood like that for a couple of minutes before Chuck's phone went off.
He flipped it open and held it to his eye.
The whole conversation he kept muttering a whole lot of 'yes's' and 'yep'. I watched him with a worried expression for entire phone call.
Once he hung up I bombarded him with a whole lot of questions.
"Did he find her?" I asked.
Chuck just responded with a small nod of his head.
"Is she okay?" I asked feeling slightly relieved.
Again he nodded his head.
"Well then, where is she?" I asked and instantly I didn't want to know.
Chuck just looked at me with sad eyes. After a minute of silence he said. "She's back in America, Blair." He said in a whisper.
It was like the sentence went in one ear and out the other.
"She's where?" I spat out.
"Blair I just told you." He said.
"And I'm asking where she is again?" I said icily.
"You know this is hurting me just as much as you." He said with slight anger in his voice.
"Oh, this is hurting you as much as me, is it? Well you didn't have to run away from the one you loved so you could have this little girl. You didn't carry her in your body for 9 months. And you didn't do it all by yourself. You didn't protect her when she was here. But now you're telling me that it's hurting you just as much as it is me. Well you're wrong there." I said and then moved back to the door of my apartment.
"I'm going back to America Chuck. To find my baby. So book the Bass jet and let's get going because the faster we get to her the better everything will turn out." I said and then opened the door to my hotel room and closed it.
I sunk down against the wall and prayed that my little girl wasn't hurt.
I snapped myself out of those thoughts with a, 'stop it Blair your just hurting yourself more, she'll be fine.' But right now I just needed to hold my baby girl and make sure she's safe.
I got up and went over to my suitcase throwing everything in it. I didn't care about how it crumpled everything, because when I found Crystal, I could get it all dry cleaned.
Okay so how did everyone like this chapter?
I hope you enjoyed it.
Plus don't forget my little competetion with my friend.
If you want me to win, well then hit the button at the bottom of the page, please. PRETTY PLEASE!
Anyway another big thank you to all th people who review and love my story.
If it wasn't for you there would be no story.
XOXO
