Title: The Bass Family Picture Show
Author: Shelby
Summary: One-Shots of hidden moments Breakfast at the Basses did not reveal, to hold readers over for the hopefully short-termed hiatus. Chuck and Blair in married life with Charlie and Max, maybe even little Ephram as well.
A/N: I know the hiatus is over, but it is my birthday tomorrow (I'll be 17) so I was in a good mood and wanted to give you guys this installment as a celebration for one here or something lol. Well I hope you enjoy it!
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"Blair, did Dorota head over to the store to stalk the kitchen for the kids tonight?!" Chuck called as he poured himself a drink. The Bass family had vacationed in Key West at a hotel that Chuck was planning on buying. He of course always liked to see the potential for himself if it was up to par though. It had a main resort area and also private loft's to rent on the beach. The loft was a perfect place for their family because it had its own private pool and was much easier to monitor Max and Charlie.
"Yes, she'll be back before dinner! She's getting groceries and some pool toys for Max and Charlie!" Blair yelled back to him. Chuck nodded to himself and then put the Scotch bottle up on a high shelf.
His eyes flickered up when the sliding glass door opened. Max and Charlie came inside laughing. His son was in his swim trunks while Charlie had on a black and white bikini with a sunhat. They both smiled up at him and jumped into seats at the bar.
"I thought we told you two not to swim without someone watching," Chuck mused with a knowing look.
"Dad, we're not five," Max scoffed and rolled his eyes. Charlie nodded in agreement and then reached her arms across the counter. She put them around his drink.
"Daddy, can I have this?" She flashed him a hopeful smile with puppy dog eyes.
"No," Chuck laughed and removed her hands, "you may not. Dorota is bringing you back stuff to drink. But this is for daddy only." His daughter shrugged her shoulders and nodded. Then she turned to her brother and nudged him.
"Now now," Max griped.
"Now," Charlie asserted.
"What is it you two are fighting about?" Chuck sent them a suspicious look. They both snapped towards him and giggled mischievously.
"Well, we want to know if we own this hotel," his son explained.
"We will soon," Chuck smirked.
"Daddy, Max and I think you should buy this hotel for us," his daughter spoke up. His eyes rose and looked at her in amusement.
"I think you two are just a little too young to run a hotel right now," he chuckled.
"But you bought mommy the Waldorf Astoria chain last year for her birthday," Charlie sighed dramatically.
"Well that's because mommy is old enough to own hotels. She can run and instruct people on what she wants. You two have school," he reasoned.
"It's called a conference call before bed, dad," Max uttered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Look, you two can't run your own hotel at this age." Chuck looked to them both to see if his point had gotten through to them. Charlie crossed her arms, pursed her lips, quirked her left eyebrow, and basically looked like a mini pissed off Blair Waldorf. While Max shot him the jaw twitching, brow furrowed, Bass man unhappy look.
"Max, I think we should take this up with Grandpa Harold," Charlie nodded.
"Grandpa Harold is not buying you two a hotel and besides Bass Industries is buying it," Chuck sighed. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.
"Oh we'll see," Max nodded with confidence. Chuck opened his eyes and shook his head.
Then Charlie got up off her stool and smiled.
"Come on Max, let's go make up our business proposal," she said.
"I think that is an excellent idea, sister dearest," Max smirked. They then both proceeded to race up the staircase to their room with twin beds.
"You two aren't getting your own hotel!" Chuck yelled.
"Yes, we are!" they called back in a fit of giggles.
"What is going on?" Blair laughed as she entered the room.
"Your children are trying to steal my new hotel out from under me," Chuck smirked sarcastically. His wife giggled further and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his cheek and brushed back some of his hair.
"Chuck, they just want to be like their daddy," she soothed.
"But in doing that they are making me deny them something. I don't like denying them things," Chuck told her. He turned around and pulled her to him. His hands rested on her hips.
"So buy them the hotel," Blair opted.
"Blair…"
"Oh don't look at me like that," she rolled her eyes with a grin, "I mean just put it in their name. They will forget about it as soon as we leave, but this way they can be happy. Besides, we're already leaving them everything to begin with. So just go ahead and give them co-ownership. You will have rule over them as their legal guardian until they are eighteen anyways," she explained.
"And this is why I love you," Chuck smirked. He pulled her in for a kiss. Then he looked up the staircase and sighed.
"Charlie, Max, come here!"
They both ran down the staircase and smiled at him eagerly. Charlie was bouncing up and down.
"Are we going to be co-owners, daddy?" she asked with excitement.
"Were you listening at the top of the stairs, Charlotte?" Blair returned with a knows-all look.
"We were simply further examining the competition. We must know his weaknesses. That way when he least expects it we will reveal our knowledge and steal it all out from under him." Max flashed a classic Bass smirk.
"Maybe they're ready to run their own hotel after all…" Chuck uttered under his breath.
"So do we get to have our names on the papers now?" Max got straight to the point.
"Yes, your names will be there," their mother responded.
"So I own a hotel all by myself with Charlie? I need to call Lex." He then ran off to the other room. Both Chuck and Blair chuckled and then looked to Charlie who didn't seem all that happy anymore.
"What's wrong, Princess?" Chuck asked and picked her up. She rested her head on the crook of his neck. Blair reached out to stroke her curls.
"Well I'm just sad, daddy," Charlie pouted.
"Honey, aren't you happy about the hotel?" Blair asked.
Charlie nodded in response, but still looked crestfallen.
"Well then what is it?" her father furthered.
"I don't want to be sad daddy, but Max and I called Heather Hilton and that she has two hotels and a shopping mall," she explained.
"Paris bought her two hotels and a shopping mall?" Blair asked incredulously.
"That's what she said," Charlie complied. She then sighed.
"I just don't understand because daddy said that we are better and have more than the Hilton's, but now I have less than Heather," she furthered.
"Well daddy only said that when he was competing for hotels with them in California," Blair chuckled as she shot Chuck a look. He glared back at her.
"So that means now I'm competing for hotels with Heather?" Charlie asked innocently.
"No, Charlie…" Blair started to respond, but was interrupted.
"Now Blair I could just put a chain in her name," Chuck nodded.
"Can I have this one, daddy?" Charlie reacted a little too quickly. She pulled out a fold piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to him.
Chuck looked it over and was actually impressed. It was called the Ballantyne, a Luxury Collection Hotel. The place was four stars, but easily had five star potential. It had two-hundred hotel rooms, fourteen suites, a thirty-six room lodge, and a four bedroom cottage. It also had a huge golf course, tennis court, spa, salon, fitness facilities, and restaurants.
"Wow, this is actually really pretty," Blair commented when she caught a glance at the pictures.
"Charlotte, do you only want this because it's in Charlotte, North Carolina?" Chuck raised his eyes and smirked in amusement.
"I do find it most fitting," she responded in a proper voice.
"Does Heather Hilton really have two hotels and a shopping mall?" Blair crossed her arms and her eyebrows rose.
"I may have exaggerated a tiny bit, but I knew that daddy would want to get it for me that way," Charlie admitted with a sheepish look.
"What if they won't sell?" Chuck pointed out with a chuckle.
"Bass's always obtain what they want," Charlie replied without hesitation.
"Let's go research it more on my computer," Chuck sighed. He pecked Blair on the lips and then carried his daughter into his study. She sat on his lap and pulled up the website on his laptop.
"I think we should both own it, daddy. It can be our first father and daughter hotel," his daughter told him.
"Some of the décor needs to be more…"
"Mommy can help us with that," Charlie interjected.
"Indeed she can," Chuck nodded.
"So…" she gave him the puppy dog eyes and prolonged her voice.
"So, I will call them when we get back to the city," Chuck confirmed. She hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek.
"But no more hotels for a while, okay?" he added.
"Okay, dad," Charlie nodded. She then was about to hop down when the door opened. Charlie and Chuck looked up to see Max and Blair. His son had a piece of paper in his hand.
"Father, mother and I are going to own a hotel together," Max proclaimed with a smirk.
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A/N: Okay, now when I say own a hotel obviously Chuck owns it, but you can put things in children's name for their parent's to have until they are eighteen. How was it?
