Title: The Other Man
Author: Shelby
Summary: "I know your husband hates me. I can see it in his eyes. Don't try to deny it, Blair," Chuck spoke with a wronged pride. He was the other man, but jealous and possessive to the core. Chuck/Blair
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I warned you about the drama.
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Blair lounged in a lawn-chair by the pool in her brand-new black, maternity bikini. Chuck had presented it to her that very morning since they were going to the pool. She had been hesitant, since they were not at the secluded area of the resort anymore, but he finally got her to put it on. Now she was waiting for him to return with a drink for them, virgin for her of course.
She heaved a sigh and flipped through her magazine. Instead of her usual Vogue or Runway, it was an FAO Schwarz catalog. She had prepared décor wise back home for the baby, but toys were something that her son could always have more of.
"Did you hear that Chuck Bass is here at the resort?"
Blair's head snapped up when she heard a giggle beside her. With sunglasses on she strategically turned her head in just the slightest way to see who had spoken. Just a few chairs down, two blond bimbos in bikinis sat down. Her eyes instantly narrowed at their perfectly sculpted bodies.
"Well duh, he's like the number one catch for all of us single hot women. I mean not only is he Godly handsome, but the man has so much freaking money," the blond in the orange bikini told the other in the blue. She acted in such a dramatic manner, moving her hands out in front of her.
"Wait, are you sure he's single? Tamera told me she saw him with some fat, pregnant chick last night?" blue bikini questioned.
Blair quickly turned away from them and looked down to her stomach. She put her hands on it. It wasn't that big, was it? Well of course it was. She was seven months pregnant. Her head turned to look at the women again. How the hell was she supposed to compete with that? Mathew had been right. She should have been watching what she ate.
"Oh I heard about that too, but honestly I'm not worried. I know for a fact he's not married and if he knocked some girl up then, I mean considering how many women he's been with it's not all that surprising. Point is that they are not married and therefore he's fair game. Easy game in fact, if she's all huge and stuff," orange bikini smirked. She shrugged her shoulders and giggled loudly.
Blair felt suddenly nauseous. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body, hiding it from the world. Then she moved away from the women and the pool area as fast as she could. She cut through the grass, headed to the private area of the resort. It was bumpy and she stumbled.
"Shit!" she muttered as she fell to her knees. Immediately, her hand went to hold her stomach as a reflex. She dropped the towel and sat down in the grass. Oh great, her knees were a bit scraped up. She brushed off the dirt with her hands. Hot tears came to her eyes, but they weren't from the miniscule injuries. She wiped them away though and forced herself to gain control.
She really hoped no one had seen her clumsiness.
"Blair, what the hell were you thinking?!" Chuck screamed. She looked up and watched as he ran over to her. Great, he had realized she was gone, came to find her, and watched her fall.
"I was tired. I wanted to go back to the loft," Blair lied. She then attempted to stand up, but that didn't work for a couple reasons. One, that was impossible without help and two, he stopped her.
"Slow down there; look what happened to your knees? Honestly, what were you thinking running or going back alone? What if something worse happened when you fell down? You could have had a miscarriage," Chuck scolded.
"I don't need you to tell me how to be careful. I'm not a child," she retorted. He stopped examining her knees and slowly met her eyes.
"I didn't say you were," he responded carefully. His hand reached up to touch her cheek. He saw in her eyes that something was wrong, off.
"And it's not my fault that I fell. It's yours or Mathew's or whoever's baby this is," Blair blubbered. Damn, her hormones. The tears came back and her voice got all messed up.
"My fault, my baby," Chuck corrected with a stern tone. His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, but then when he saw her crying, he sighed.
"Let me help you up."
She nodded, knowing there was no other way up. She waited to hear him grunt or make a face, but he didn't. Even if she was heavy, he just smiled softly at her as he brought her up. Then he forced her to lean against him as they walked back to the loft.
"As soon as we get back you're letting me clean your cuts. I don't want you getting the smallest of infections. I'm not one-hundred percent sure, but it can't be good for the baby. Anything that hurts you, hurts him as far as I'm concerned," Chuck told her.
"I could clean them myself," Blair returned. She kept her eyes forward and her chin as high as she could.
"You can't even shave your legs yourself. Your tummy gets in the way," he chuckled. His hand reached out and stroked it. She shifted herself uncomfortably, but he didn't notice.
"What are you trying to say?" she asked in a cold, casual tone.
"That you're seven months pregnant," he stated in a 'isn't it obvious' kind of voice.
"Well I'm sorry that me being seven months pregnant is such an inconvenience. I'll try not to get any bigger," Blair scoffed. She crossed her arms over her stomach and shook her head. Chuck stopped, finally realizing some of what was going on, and reached out to grab her. He turned her towards him and looked her directly in the eye.
"You know that is not what I meant. You have two months to go, Blair, and you will grow as much as you're supposed to," he asserted. His hands rested atop of her stomach. She opened her mouth to respond, but then…
The baby kicked again.
Both looked down to her stomach.
"See, it's settled," Chuck smirked.
It was hard for her to stay angry or sad with the baby kicking. Her mood-swings took over and she became happy again, if only short-termed. A smile came to her lips and she leaned in to kiss him. Chuck kissed her back in appreciation. He felt like he had really dodged a bullet. Silently, he thanked his son.
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The next day…
"The hotel is perfect. There are minimum changes needed when Bass Industries takes over it," Chuck told her as they walked around outside the resort area. It was a gorgeous day outside. The sky was blue with the sun shining and they were at a closed in Lagoon area surrounded by white sand. Nothing seemed out of place. It appeared to be heaven on earth.
"You always did have a good eye for that, Bass," Blair responded with a proud smile. He turned towards her and examined her from her feet to her head. She wore a floor-length chiffon dress. It was a light lavender color made of silk with an empire seam. She looked absolutely stunning.
"That's not all I had a good eye for," he smirked. She looked at him and then rolled her eyes playfully. When she laughed, his heart lifted and the butterflies in his chest fluttered.
"When do you have to meet to finalize it all?" she sighed with a hint of sadness in her voice. She didn't like the idea of him being away from her, even if for a few hours. There was something unsettling about it in the pit of her stomach.
"Tonight, it will be a dinner meeting. I'd have you come, but I know you'd just get bored. I can call room service to be delivered tonight whenever you want." He sounded very affectionate and caring. His hand moved to stroke her lower back and he leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"Thank you," Blair replied. But she pulled away from him some and the tone in her voice was just a bit more distant than before. Her eyes looked away from him.
"Then what's wrong?" Chuck questioned with a frown. They walked back onto the secluded area of the resort.
"Nothing," she answered. Her head shook and then she picked up her pace. She went into the loft, but he was quick behind her. He came inside and saw as she stood with her back to him by the bed.
"Blair, what is going on?" he asked again, but with a sterner tone. His brow furrowed and his lips pursed. He didn't understand it. It could have been a mood change, but it was different than the others. She sounded more like she had before, when she was cold and bitter.
"I told you nothing," Blair snapped. She turned towards him with a frown and curls in her face. He still saw her red and puffy eyes though.
"It doesn't seem like nothing," Chuck replied. He strode towards her, even when she backed up. His hands reached up to touch her cheeks and he wiped at the tears.
"You're ashamed of me," she whimpered. It slipped past her lips before she could stop it. Quickly, she shook her head and parted her lips to disclaim it, but nothing came out. Her voice was suddenly gone. It was like her body had been taken over by her emotions and her brain was no longer running things.
"Blair, I'm not," he insisted.
"Yes, you are," Blair nodded, "I can see it in your eyes. It's like before, but worse. You don't want me near your business stuff. You don't trust me." She pulled her hands away from him and backed up as she shook her head.
Chuck watched with fearful eyes as her wall started to build back up. He physically rushed towards her to stop it. He couldn't let her go there again. He wouldn't be able to take it.
"Stop it, Blair. This is all in your head. You're going through another mood swing and it's a defense mechanism," he told her.
"No, it's not! I don't blame you! Why would you want your business partners to see you with a married, pregnant woman! Their dates are probably all little single, skinny blonds! Hell, I bet you even have a stand in girl waiting for you!" she raged and backed away from him.
"One, you're crazy! Two, you're the one who's married not me! I can't solve that problem for you! It's up to you to get a fucking divorce! I am single!" Chuck screamed.
Blair suddenly fell silent and just stared at him. Tears trickled down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. And then, without another word, she went to the closet and got out her suitcase. She pulled open drawers and dumped in her clothes. When he realized it wasn't a bluff and she was at the door, he ran and got in front of her. It was eerily familiar.
"No, no, no, don't leave! I'm sorry, Blair. I didn't mean to yell at you, okay? You're not crazy and I'm not ashamed of you. I didn't mean single in that way, I…" His words came out fast and jumbled. When she didn't even seem to acknowledge that he was speaking, he lost his voice.
"I'd like to spend tonight in my hotel room, alone with my baby," Blair stated simply. She crossed her arms and looked directly past him. He didn't miss her use of my.
"No, you-you won't come back," Chuck stuttered.
"Whether that's true or not, you can't make me stay here tonight. I'm going back to my room. I want to be alone. You have your business deal anyways. We both know how important that's always been to you," she told him. Their eyes met. Hers were not so detached, but just sad.
"Blair, I-I want you to be here when I get back," he pleaded.
She looked down and closed her eyes. He didn't say what she needed to hear. He never could really. She was first in his life, until something else came along, just like it had before. Then things got so worse and… well stuff happened, and they broke-up. She didn't want to go through with that again. If anything, she really did need time to think. But she had to get him to leave first.
"Just go before you're late," Blair told him. She set down the suitcase and went to sit down on the bed. He came towards her and knelt down. His hands took hold of her cheeks.
"I love you," Chuck vowed.
"I know, I love you too," she replied. It wasn't a lie, but that didn't make it enough. She watched as he stood up and gently kissed her on the forehead.
"I won't be long, I promise."
And then he left.
"Neither will I," Blair said to herself. She then stood up, took hold of her suitcase and old room key, and left the paradise loft that she had come to know as heaven before everything went to hell.
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Blair stood in the elevator as her stomach twisted with nerves. That wasn't the only thing in there unsettling either. The baby seemed to move much more than usual, as if he was upset. He was kicking up a storm, but much harder than before. She put her hand to her stomach and pressed to try and soothe him. It didn't work.
"Mommy is only trying to protect you. I just don't know what I'm going to do right now. I'll figure it out before it makes me mess your life up too though, baby," she promised him. Her voice was just above a whisper. Some of it came out in a strained sob. She tried not to cry when she spoke to him. No matter how silly that sounded.
The elevator dinged and she stepped out. Her feet felt heavier with each step. The hallway had a quiet and eerie feeling to it. When she stepped outside her door and put the key in, the little voice in her head told her to go back to the loft. It all felt off.
But still, she opened the door.
She stepped inside and put down her suitcase. She locked the door, went into the bathroom, and wiped her eyes. When she came out and went towards the bed. She noticed one thing she hadn't before.
"Mathew?" Blair gasped.
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A/N: Sorry for the cliff. You knew it was coming though, right?
