(A/N: This is quite an inspired fanfic, though I didn't write it as quickly as I wanted, was editing it quite a bit as I went along, not as much planning as before. Written regarding the returning to Manhattan, it's quite a fluffy reunion, so I really you guys will like this! Song used in this fanfic is Home by Michael Buble, mainly because it's about going home too! Enjoy, and please review and comment if you have anything to say, whether it's good or bad, so yeah. Thanks! )

(Stockholm)

"Chuck! We're gonna be late! There's no driver, you know!" Blair hollered from the hall, and Chuck could hear her very clearly from the bedroom. He sauntered out casually, smirking as he adjusted his scarf. "Relax, Blair, I've told the hotel we'll be needing the hotel limousine." She looked at him, and smiled. Typical Chuck. She should have guessed, really.

Minutes later, the doorbell rang. A doorman, with him a baggage trolley, bowed to them as he picked up their luggage, before informing Chuck. "The limousine is waiting outside the lobby, sir." He turned, and left their suite. "Come on, Blair, let's go. We're leaving Stockholm, it's back to New York!" He took her hand, and led her out of the suite, expressionless.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

(France)

"Is that all?" Dan called from outside, as Serena glanced around the living room before nodding. He quickly locked the door, and carried Serena into the car. "Dan!" She laughed, "I'm not an invalid!" "Yet, Serena. Yet." He finished, tongue-in-cheek. His eyes twinkled as she slapped his hand playfully. Dan placed his hand gently on Serena's belly, which had grown slightly bigger over their holiday. "You're going for the doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon, right?" Serena nodded, somewhat unhappily, a slight frown teasing at her lips. "Dan, you know the doctor will be nagging me about taking the whole lot of medicines. Again."

Dan gave her a small smile, and reassured her as he started the car. Kissing her forehead lightly, he murmured, "Get a little sleep, honey, it's a long drive."

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

(I'm sorry, but I don't quite want to write too much fluff about the trip and all, it'll be too long and dull! So bear with some gaps and holes here and thereabout, thanks!)

(New York City)

Dan put his arm around Serena's shoulders, holding her close as they walked towards the baggage collection area. She looked a little pale and queasy, lips faint. "Sweetie, you should take a little rest and sit down. Call your mum and tell her we're back? Chuck texted, he and Blair are at the arrival lounge." Serena nodded weakly, and walked slowly towards the chairs at a side, as Dan proceded to collect their luggage.

She felt unwell, feeling slightly feverish, the kind of feeling she always got when she had caught a cold. She hated this weary feeling, her eyelids were drooping, and she felt that it was so hard to keep alert. "Serena, baby, you've got to see a doctor when we get home. You look terrible." Dan had come over, wheeling a wheelchair, and he carried Serena onto it, as an assistant rushed over to help them with the baggage. They walked past the lounge, and Chuck immediately rushed out, Blair a few steps behind. "S, are you alright? I'll call Jacob to drive somewhere nearer." She whipped out her BlackBerry, and Chuck too, speaking urgently into his phone. Dan instructed the assistant to bring their baggage to where Jacob would be waiting, then called their family doctor, while wheeling Serena towards their pick-up point.

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Within half an hour, thanks to Jacob's efficient driving skills, they reached home, and the doctor was ready and on standby. Dan carried Serena onto their bed, and stood impatiently as the doctor examined her carefully. Unknowingly, he had started to bounce a little on his toes, worried. Couple of moments later, the doctor walked out of the room and Dan followed him. "Don't worry, Mr Humphrey, your wife is fine, she has a cold, but it isn't too serious. Just give her plenty of fluids and rest. Complete bed rest for two days, and no iced drinks. Take care." Dan heaved a sigh of relief, and he walked the doctor out, thanking him.

Blair and Chuck had dropped their luggage off at home, and had rushed over. "Blair, would you please help Serena get into something more comfortable, while I get her a cup of tea?" Dan looked at Blair, his face contorted into an expression of worry, he was visibly shaken over Serena's sudden ill. She gave him a reassuring smile, and nodded as she walked towards the bedroom. Chuck stood up, and followed him into the kitchen. "Dan, have you called Lily? Eric texted to ask if they could come over." "Yeah, tell them it's alright..." His phone rang, and he gave an apologizing glance before going over to the window to answer.

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

Minutes later, Dan was in the room with Serena, using a damp towel to wipe her face. "I've got something I need to tell you, honey." She tilted her head slightly, and murmured, "Is it good or bad? You haven't told me what the doctor said." Dan grinned, "You're fine, darling. The doctor says you just need to have plenty of rest. It's something else, really. A publishing company has agreed to publish my manuscript, and they're putting me on a five-year contract, which also means I need to write three more books in these five years." He looked into Serena's hopeful eyes, and broke into a smile.

"Dan, how could you have kept it from me! Oh, I'm so proud of you baby!" She giggled, and kissed him gently on his lips. He put the tray aside cheekily, and took her in his arms. Kissed her, slow, smooth searching; passion firing off between them, till Serena tensed up. "Dan, they're kicking again." She breathed slowly and surely, taking in the scent of his wonderful cologne, trying to relax. "They're uncomfortable with PDA already?" A smile sprung to his lips as he chuckled, holding her hand, with it his support and love flowing towards her.

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

A couple of days later, Blair had invited them all over for dinner. It had been really long since they all had a get-together, and Chuck was helping Blair iron out all the details. "Anything else we're missing, honey?" He called from the hall, she was in the dining room making sure that everything was prepared and ready to be served. "No, Chuck, but have they texted yet?" "No need to text." Nate walked in, with Vanessa, Eric and Jenny, with Lily and Rufus walking a couple of steps behind. The other lift opened, and Dan and Serena walked out, beaming. Dan's arm was wrapped protectively around Serena's shoulders, and her arm was round his waist, they looked great, both with adoring eyes making glances at each other.

"So Chuck, how was Stockholm." Nate asked, his eyes looking up from his phone. He had an innocent look on his face, yet his eyes knowing. "How did you..." Chuck narrowed his eyes in disbelief, maintaining eye contact. Everyone laughed, including Blair, for they had put up a framed picture of them both, outside their hotel, Grand Hyatt Stockholm. Dan patted him on the back in mock sympathy, as Chuck looked away, gutted that their secret had been spoilt.

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

The night whizzed by, it was a hearty dinner, and looking around, Dan realised a lot had happened in the time that they weren't in New York. Nate and Vanessa had grown a lot closer, no longer was there this awkward shyness and crush-feel, it was the air of a couple in love. Jenny and Eric could read each other's moves and actions, and even thoughts, they ended up completing one another's sentences. Serena exchanged a look with Dan, and smiles broke across their faces as they shared yet another telepathic moment, they both knew what the other was thinking about.

After dinner, as everyone was just talking about Chuck and Blair's honeymoon, Dan wrapped his arms around Serena's belly, sending tingles through her. "Let's take a walk in the park, it's nearby anyway." Slipping her arm through his, she decided not to ask further, choosing to remain in surprise. They sat down on a stone bench, and admired the starry sky, full of memories. "Serena, close your eyes." She laughed, "Oh, Dan, not again!" Nevertheless, she obediently shut her eyes, wondering what to expect. Suddenly she felt something cold brush against her skin.

And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

"Open your eyes, honey." She could nearly sense his smile, his anticipation of her surprise. He held out a box, it was gold with darling pink streaks. She looked into his eyes intensely, a look they had shared when he had proposed. Opening it slowly, she gasped when she saw it. A delicate gold bracelet, entwined with a sheet of gold paper with heart-shaped holes, sitting in a little bed of red and pink roses. It was beautiful, sensitive, amazing.

Speechless, and lost for words, her eyes said everything as tears escaped. She lifted the bracelet gently, and knew the most precious thing were the words that Dan had written on the paper. It read, in his neat and elegant handwritten cursive script, 'Serena, you're the one that has breathed life into my heart, I love you because its the sole reason why I live each day.' More tears welled up in her eyes, as she pressed her lips together. It was this kind of moments, when Dan made words seem so right, and everything seemed perfect. He kissed her forehead lightly, and whispered, "I'm so sorry you've to endure months of discomfort, but I'll always be here for you, darling, and I'll support you no matter what."

Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

Their romanticism didn't just end in France, it hadn't ended when they had left Manhattan. It didn't freeze in time. It was a never-ending process, living in their herts, feeding on their endless love.

(A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, although it has probably caused me to be really clueless in my history classes. Hope you guys have enjoyed this majorly fluffy fic, and I'm not sure whether I'll be continuing this further, it really depends on what you guys think and want, so please comment and review! I'm kind of at a loss for words on what to write, cause it'll be fine to end it at this, so please help me out with the ideas and all. Thanks for reading!)