Hey there, guys!
I know it's been like 5 month and I guess virtually nobody is interested in this story right now, but I like it very much so I couldn't leave it unfinished. I had a major, really bad writer's block - I just couldn't write this, or anything, for the matter. But my yesterday's little oneshot broke the spell, so enjoy this last piece of the story!


And then there it was, all of a sudden, a tear running down her check silently.

"Blair.." chocked out Chuck, watching the tear as it ran down slowly.
"Blair! What... Are you awake? Can you hear me? Blair!" he whispered hoarsely as her dry lips visibly struggled to move.
"Blair.. Shhh, don't talk if it's hard, here" he said, taking her hand in his. His heart literally stopped to start beating frantically again as he felt a slight, barely distinguishable squeeze.
"Blair.. I must be going crazy.." he muttered under his breath. "Shhh, why are you crying? What's wrong?" he wondered as more tears spilled from her closed eyes.
"Chuck", she managed finally. Her husky voice was just above whisper yet he could very much hear it, the sound that made him feel okay, feel whole, feel alive.
"Shh, beautiful, I'm here. I'm right here, don't talk, let me call the doctor. We should really call the doctor!" He reached the needed button and hit it. "Shh, it's okay, beautiful. It's okay. It hurts, right? But don't worry, they'll be here in a matter of seconds and they'll give you something, like Tylenol or whatever.." he talked to her soothingly, rubbing circles into her hand.
"Dr. Swan, finally!" he snapped as a figure in a white gown appeared at the ward's doorstep. "Take a look at her, doctor, please, I she's awake, but.."
"It's okay, Mr. Bass, I can see" the doctor cut him off. "Yeah, she must be awake.." he mused thoughtfully, looking through her papers. "Her heart rate and BP are fine, so we can just wait for her to wake up fully.."
"But isn't she in pain? I mean, don't you..? Painkillers, or something?" pressed Chuck, irritated by the doctor's lack of interest.
"I'm sure her dozes are fine. I'll come check on you in about half an hour, alright?" and with that the doctor was gone.
"Chuck", repeated Blair softly and then she opened her beautiful dark eyes. That was it for him - the moment of pure happiness. It topped everything that had happened in his whole life, seeing his girl alright, seeing her huge doe eyes and a small smile lingering on her lips.
"Blair, I.." he was at loss for words. "How are you?" he managed finally.
"I'm okay", she promised, her voice still cracked, yet confident. "I heard every word of what you said", she said after a small pause and his heart sank - what if she didn't want his hearty confessions, what if she didn't love him, what if... The sound of her angelic voice interrupted his racing mind.
"If it weren't for you, I would have given up", she said softly. "When you told me about S, and our baby, and.." several more years slipped down her cheeks. "Sometimes it was just too hard to breathe. But I knew I could not possibly give up, could not leave you here because.. I love you too", she breathed out and closed her eyes, exhausted.
"I love you, Blair", he whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Get some rest, you need it. You'll wake up and I'll be right here", he promised. "Always".


Chuck Bass kept his promise. It wasn't easy, not at all. Those first few month were a nightmare for the both of them. Dealing with the loss of their unborn child. Dealing with Serena's death. His fights with Nate got only worse and worse. Sometimes he thought he couldn't take it anymore, but he never gave up just as she never did. Because in the face of true love you don't just give up.
That is why 2 years, 7 month and 3 days later he ended up in that same old hospital again with his best friend, Nathaniel Archibald right at his side, to support Blair Bass as she gave birth to William Bartholomew Bass, their first son.

fin.


I really hope you enjoyed it and, well, leave a review!