Updates have been frequent lately, but that might be subject to change soon (getting busier at work). This chapter is completely original, no show material. It is also a bit longer than the previous two. Hope you'll enjoy!
Oh and also, I've realised this fic is going to be ridiculously long... Ten chapters and she's not even in her third trimester yet! Yikes...
Blair stepped up on the scale in her bathroom and screamed. Dorota came hurrying in, probably thinking the apocalypse was upon them, and looked confused when she couldn't see anything looking wrong.
"Miss Blair, what happen? Are you in pain?"
"Yes!" Blair cried. "Unbelievable, unimaginable pain!"
Dorota looked very worried and quickly put a hand on Blair's stomach.
"Is it baby? Should I call doctor?"
"No it's not the baby, it's the scale!" Blair cried. "Fourteen pounds! How can I have gained fourteen pounds since my birthday?"
"You are pregnant" Dorota said with a tone that implied she thought her protégée was a complete idiot.
"And a five month old fetus weighs fourteen pounds? Dear God, I am never going to get over this."
"Baby does not weigh fourteen pounds" Dorota said, causing Blair to groan audibly. "Water weighs a lot. One liter ways roughly two pounds."
"Stop using metrics" Blair snarled.
Dorota got her to step off the scale and walk back into the bedroom.
"Weight gain is perfectly normal" she insisted.
"Yeah but not this much" Blair whined, taking a seat. "How much water is there then? Enough to make up for the ten pounds we can't explain?"
"You also probably store water in rest of body" Dorota guessed. "And you get extra weight in more places than just stomach."
"I'm hideous" Blair shrieked, falling backwards on the bed. "Completely disgusting!"
"You are pregnant."
"That's no excuse to gain fourteen pounds in five months. And the worst part is that I'm hungry right now."
"Stop being ridiculous" Dorota said. "You continue to eat properly or I will have strong word with you."
Blair shot her a death glare. The last thing she needed was to eat a lot and put on more weight. Enough was enough. She had figured fourteen pounds was about what she would gain over the entire course of the pregnancy. Full of fear she began to think of the stories she had heard in her parenting classes, about women who gained forty-five pounds or more. This morning she had woken up feeling frisky, but now she just felt devastated. Pregnancy sucked.
"I'm going to be home schooled until this is over" she declared. "I can't show my face outside. Or my ass."
"You're being silly" Dorota said. "Now get up and put clothes on. School starts in thirty minutes, you will be late."
"Who cares? My whole future is gone anyway."
"Get up or I will throw glass of water at you."
Blair looked at Dorota, surprised. The older woman didn't seem to be making an empty threat. She had a look on her face which Blair had not seen too often, but she knew better than to argue with it.
Reluctantly she got up and walked into her closet. She would have to put good thought into what she picked out to wear if she was going to be able to conceal the fact that she was now a heavy weight champion. She currently weighed twelve pounds more than she ever had before in her life, and even though she knew in the back of her mind that she had always been on the skinny side that still didn't make her feel any better.
She picked out a skirt and a blouse, both of which had been made by her mother especially for her. Normally she delighted in Eleanor making clothes for her, but not when it was maternity wear.
She got dressed and with a sullen face headed off to school. Not only was she fat, she was feeling frisky. The two did not mix very well. Why was it that you suddenly felt horny when you were already pregnant and sex wouldn't lead to anything? Talk about a construction flaw.
Finally the day was over. Chuck had seriously considered leaving after his first class and spending the rest of the day doing something that felt more rewarding than listening to one teacher after the other go on and on about everything dull under the sun. Now that the day was finally over he would go find Eric and head over to a friend's house for some video games and all in all good times.
First he had to find Blair, and give her back the pregnancy books she had loaned him. He hadn't taken so much as a glance in them, and only borrowed them to begin with on his father's insistence, and now that a couple of weeks had gone by he could return them without Bart thinking he had read through them too quickly.
He walked briskly over to the girls' hallways and spotted Blair almost immediately, coming out from her home room. He walked over and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Delivery for Waldorf" he said, handing the books over to her.
"You read them from beginning to end, I'm sure" she said dryly.
"You know me well. Fascinating read."
"You're a true gentleman too for carrying them for me."
She handed the books back to him and reached her locker. She opened it and took the books back, putting them in the locker for now. She had enough books to carry today as it was, these books could wait an additional day. She was sick and tired of hearing about pregnancy, especially with the combination of sexual frustration and excess weight gain.
"Now that Bart thinks I'm well read on the subject of things women go through that make me happy that I'm a man, I'm free to devote my spare time to more rewarding activities" Chuck remarked.
Blair didn't answer. Instead she angrily slammed her locker shut and groaned with frustration. Chuck gave her a look.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, annoyed by her annoyance.
"If you must know…" Blair began, somehow finding herself beginning to answer his question even though she had vowed she would never mention this to anyone. "Ever since I hit second trimester, or actually the fifth month, I've begun to… It's making me all…"
Chuck's face lit up in his trademark grin.
"Horny?"
Blair angrily shushed him and nervously looked around.
"Keep your voice down!"
"My, my Waldorf… I knew there was a horny little bitch in there but I had no idea it was driving you to such frustration."
"Shut up" Blair said and grabbed him by the arm to lead him away from the crowds.
"And you still like to play rough, I see."
"I have never liked playing rough."
"Oh there are scars on my back and there have been some bruises on my ass that prove otherwise."
"You are such a disgusting pig" Blair said as she led him outside. "Can we not talk about this in public?"
"What's the big deal?" Chuck asked. "Everyone knows you've had sex before. That loosely fitting cardigan is fooling precisely nobody. You're young and vibrant, what's wrong with you having needs and desires?"
"I didn't know you were the after school special on sexuality" Blair remarked.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride home" Chuck said. "My limo is waiting and I'm not sure all that walking is good for you."
"What's it to you?"
"Believe it or not I care, a little at least. Right now I especially care about your new plight. We can talk about it in the car."
"There is nothing to talk about" Blair said, but got in the limo.
They rode the first couple of blocks in silence. Blair looked out the window, mortified that she had revealed her secret to someone, and to Chuck Bass at that. Natural urges or no, it was embarrassing to come off like someone who was unable to control those urges. Teenage pregnancy out of wedlock or not, Blair liked to think of herself as a lady, and ladies didn't go around letting their urges drive them.
"Here's what I don't get" Chuck said. "If you're horny and want to get laid then what's stopping you? It can't be the honorable notion that it would be wrong to sleep with another man while carrying my love child."
"There's no love involved here whatsoever" Blair snarled, turning to look at him.
"The lady doth protest too much."
"The non-gentleman doth annoy too much."
"Seriously" Chuck said. "If you want to get laid then get yourself laid."
"How?" Blair snorted.
"You know how. You've proven as much in the back of this very limo."
"That's not what I mean, you perv."
"Then what?"
She looked away again, feeling even more exposed and embarrassed than before. Though at the same time she knew that oddly enough Chuck might be the only guy she could talk to about things like this. For all his bad qualities he had never made fun of her when she had opened up about a genuine problem and he always knew when it was time to stop jerking her around and be a friend.
"Come on Chuck" she said. "Who would sleep with me like this? I'm all swollen and bloated and ugly."
"You are not."
"Yes I am. I look like a served cow. I'm starting to get stretch marks on my stomach and they're hideous, and my ass is getting embarrassingly big."
"Your ass looks great, you're not fat you have a baby bump, and I can't stop staring at your boobs when you pretend to not know I'm looking. You're still a beauty."
"No, I'm a pregnant loser. Someone who once looked good but now I'm just damaged goods. Besides, even if there are guys out there who would be willing to sleep with me, I wouldn't want to sleep with them. What kind of a creep has a one night stand with a woman who's visibly pregnant by another man?"
"Then I have the solution to your problem" he said, leaning a bit closer.
"Gross, I refuse to use a vibrator."
"Not what I had in mind. What I'm saying here is that if you have an itch then why don't you let me scratch it?"
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Not at all. We've done it before, so what's the big deal? I keep hearing how I should try and help you out as best as I can and this is one problem I would be very good at solving."
"You're sick. What if it's not even yours?"
"It's definitely a Bass in there if it's making you react that way" Chuck grinned.
She bit her bottom lip without replying. On one hand it was almost irresistible, the offer to have her undeniably skilled former lover give her the release she definitely craved. On the other hand she didn't want to confuse things between them, and she didn't really care for him to see her naked in this state.
"It's up to you" Chuck smirked. "Get release or stay horny. Either way I'll probably get laid before the day is over, if not with you then with whichever lucky woman catches my eye at the Palace bar."
"You sure know how to make a girl feel special."
"You are special. Sex isn't."
"You'd really want to have sex with a pregnant woman?" Blair asked incredulously.
"Why not? Your belly might be bigger but what's below is still the same."
"One of these days I'm going to slap you so hard it will leave a permanent hand print on your cheek" Blair snarled.
He just laughed and she turned her face back to stare out the window. God he was such a disgusting jerk. Neither of them spoke until they reached her address. She hesitated for a second and then met Chuck's smirk as she reached for the door handle.
"Thanks for the ride" she said.
"Oh any time. Am I invited up?"
"We can't do it here" Blair said with a head shake, accepting his offer without actually having to say the words.
"Why not? We've had sex at least half a dozen times up in your room."
"Chuck I'm really frustrated" Blair said, abandoning pretense altogether. "Believe me when I say I am going to be very relieved to finally get some, and the last thing I want is to have to hold back because there are people right outside the door."
"Sounds like I'm in for quite an afternoon" Chuck grinned. "Fine, name the place then. My suite-"
"Your suite at the Palace is out" she said. "I don't want to risk anyone thinking I'm there just to have sex."
"You've visited me there before, why would they suddenly think you're there to get the Bass bed treatment?"
"Just find someplace secluded, someplace where nobody will recognize us" Blair said. "And then text me the address."
"Wait, what?"
"I'm not going to arrive there with you" Blair snorted, opening the door to step out. "Find a place, text me the address, meet me there in two hours. And take some Viagra."
"As if I need it" Chuck snorted.
"Chuck I have never needed sex more in my entire life" Blair said. "If you're going to do this with me then you had better deliver. A lot."
With that she was out of the limo and slammed the door shut. Chuck laughed slightly, feeling himself getting more and more excited. Finally a chance to get back into bed with her. Their sexual compatibility had always worked in his favor in the past.
Two hours later a highly uncomfortable Blair Waldorf walked in to the small hotel in a part of New York she was sure she had never visited before. Luckily Chuck had at least chosen something somewhat classy, even if it wasn't exactly the Four Seasons. She walked over to the front desk and harked, catching the attention of the man behind the desk, trying to look confident and not betray the awkwardness she felt.
"Ah, you must be Mrs. Hepburn" the man said, casting a quick glance at her midsection. "Your husband said you would arrive within the hour."
Blair opened her mouth to object to being referred to as Chuck's wife, even if it was with the surname Hepburn, but then promptly closed it again. She was a pregnant woman on her way to meet up with a man in a hotel room. Letting the hotel staff believe they were a young married couple seemed like the best option. Her hand automatically landed on the bump, caressing it through the fabric of the dress she had changed into.
"So he's still here?" she said and forced a smile.
"Yes" the man smiled.
Blair nodded slightly and wished he would hurry up and give her a key. Now that her release was so near she most definitely didn't want to wait any longer, and she had a feeling that if she had to stand around here and wait her state of mind would be far too clear.
Finally she got a key in her hand and with another fake smile at the hotel employee she left the front desk and made her way to the second floor where their room was. Great, he couldn't even get them a suite. Then again, places like this might not even have suites.
Feeling a bit nervous she stopped outside the door and took a second to relax before knocking. After a few seconds Chuck came and opened, looking very amused.
"You're holding a key, wife. Why are you knocking?"
"Don't call me that" Blair said, walking past him into the room.
She heard him chuckle behind her as he closed the door. She stopped and took a look around. It was basically just a bed, a dresser with a TV on it and a closet. She frowned.
"Seriously?"
"Look, we're only here to use one piece of furniture" Chuck said, walking up to her. "And if you want them to believe you're the wife of a guy who's in his early twenties at the oldest, checking in to a hotel in this part of the city, then I couldn't very well go with one of the more lavish rooms, now could I? That would have 'sordid affair' written all over it."
"Sadly there is no one to have an affair against" Blair sighed, taking off her coat and carelessly tossing it on a chair.
She was more nervous than she would like to admit. Far more nervous than she had been when she offered her virginity to Chuck. That had been a spur of the moment thing, but this was something else entirely. She had no idea how this would go, how it could end up natural and relaxed. She felt incredibly self-conscious and almost wanted to laugh at how silly the whole situation was.
Chuck wasn't laughing. Naturally he seemed to know exactly what to do. As if this wasn't the first time he had met up with a girl he had knocked up just to have some pregnancy-induced-horniness sex.
He walked up to her and moved a strain of hair away from her face before he kissed her. First he kissed her with his mouth closed, then he captured her bottom lip between his. Then his hands wrapped around her as they shared several kisses with tongues involved.
"Relax…" he mumbled.
"I am relaxed."
"Yeah, you and that squirrel thing from 'Ice Age' both."
He kissed her again and then pulled back. She watched him go over to the bed and pull the bedspread aside before plopping down on the bed and looking at her and making a gesture that told her to come on over. She hesitated and glanced at the sheets. Who knew what kind of things had gone on in this bed, on those sheets?
"This will make a lot more logistical sense if you're on the bed too" he said with a smirk. "Or you can start by losing the maternity dress."
She swallowed hard. The thought of undressing in front of him, of letting him see her naked like this, was very unappealing. The previous times he had seen her naked she had looked good, now she no longer did. She glanced around the room, hating the lighting which did nothing to hide her body. It would have been nicer to just draw the curtains and turn the lights off, but Chuck had never agreed to that in the past so why would he now?
"Hello?" she heard him say. "Waldorf? If you've changed your mind just say so. If not, what are we waiting for?"
"You first" she said. "You lose your clothes."
With a scoffing chuckle he began to unbutton his dress shirt while throwing her an amused glance. She watched him shed his shirt, his shoes and his socks before unbuckling his belt.
"Wait!" she said.
He looked up.
"Had a change of heart?"
"No" she said.
"Then what? I've got to tell you, it's going to be a highly unpleasant experience for both of us if I keep the pants on."
"I'd just rather you kept the pants on until you've seen me without clothes."
"That… has happened before."
"Not since I started showing it hasn't" Blair said. "And I'd really rather not see you lose your erection once you see me like this. So just keep them on until your Viagra kicks in."
"I'm not on any Viagra" Chuck said with a little laugh. "And you look great Blair. Stop obsessing about your body and get that body over here. Either we're doing this or we're not, make up your mind."
She let her eyes wander over his naked upper body and land on his face. She had always been sexually attracted to him, even more so once she found out what it was like to actually have sex with him. And the constant arousal she had been feeling for the past twelve days was driving her crazy. Since he so generously offered she knew she would use him to gain her release. It might cost her a bit of her pride at the moment, but for some reason she didn't care. Annoyingly enough, whenever she and the pregnancy had a difference of opinion or a battle of wills she always seemed to end up on the losing side.
Without further ado she reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress. It was a loosely fitting white summer dress, tight over her chest and loose below. It was easy to simply pull it over her head and she tossed it on the chair behind her.
She looked over at him and thankfully the look in his eyes as they trailed over her was appreciative. Especially when his eyes came up to her chest. He seemed to be practically drooling at the sight of her now one size larger breasts.
"Believe me" he said. "There is no loss of anything over here right now. Except the ability to form completely coherent thoughts."
"Lose the pants then."
Without taking his eyes off her he fumbled with his belt and buttons before finally getting naked.
"Did you bring condoms?" Blair asked.
"I don't have STDs Blair" Chuck said. "I've been clean for like eight months."
She nodded, and didn't reveal that she hadn't even thought about sexually transmitted diseases. The question had been a reflex, but of course she didn't need to protect herself against pregnancy now.
She walked over to the bed and he sat up and scooted over to the edge. Looking up at her he let his hands gently caress her side, then her stomach and run down to her panties. It was the only pair she owned that both fitted her now and looked sexy. Usually she just wore whatever was large and comfortable at this stage, not seeing the point of wearing expensive thongs when she was in this condition. She only had the one pair and right now she was glad she at least had those.
Chuck's fingers grabbed the sides of her thong and he pulled them down. She stepped out of them, feeling relieved that he didn't seem to find her repulsive. His hands ran back up her legs, eventually resting on her rear, pulling her closer. He kissed her swelling belly and then smiled at her as he reached up his hands to her shoulders and pulled her down for a kiss.
A smile was on Blair's lips later that afternoon when her breaths finally slowed down to normal. She was lying on her back in the bed, next to Chuck who was still panting. She reached up her hand and let it caress her belly, feeling relaxed and completely satisfied.
It had been everything she had needed. Chuck had taken good care of her, seeming to sense what she needed, either from having been her partner in the past or from knowing her well after years of friendship. She had deeply missed physical contact and really needed someone to touch her and hold her close. He had done exactly that, caressing and kissing her all over and keeping her in his arms throughout. He had made her feel beautiful, desirable and cared for. That had almost felt as rewarding as the numerous orgasms she had enjoyed.
Next to her, Chuck was trying hard to stay awake. Once Blair had gotten past her initial insecurities she had really given in to her cravings of release and he had been working hard to meet her demands. He hoped she hadn't picked up on how he had found it much weirder than he had anticipated to have sex with someone who was pregnant.
There had just been something that felt odd about having sex with a mother, one who was still carrying her baby. He'd slept with women who were mothers in the past, but none of them had had their child still inside their body at the time. It had felt almost wrong, like he was committing a sacrilege of some sort, and he couldn't understand where that feeling had come from.
Then there was of course the logistic differences when a baby bump was involved. But once his initial hang-ups had begun to fade away as his arousal grew the two of them had begun to experiment with the different positions they could go for. Still, it had just been strange to wrap his arms around her from behind and feel a large bump where he was only used to feeling her flat stomach.
But by and by he had grown accustomed to her new body shape, and he had been telling her the truth before when he told her she looked good. The deeper truth however was that he couldn't care less how she looked. He wanted her in his bed regardless. It was his most shameful secret, but he still had feelings for her, stronger than he dared to let anybody know. Seeing her pregnant with his child certainly didn't do anything to cure him of these feelings, and even though they were both too young he couldn't help but sometimes let his mind entertain the idea of the two of them being together as a real couple, having a real family.
The biggest problem with that thought was that he knew Blair didn't share his feelings. He could see her looking at Nate sometimes and it drove Chuck crazy. What did she need Archibald for anyway? He was the guy who had dumped her for having the audacity to sleep with his best friend, as if Nate himself was in a position to cast the first stone. And as far as Chuck knew he had never made any attempts to be there for Blair through this. While they all operated on the assumption that the baby was Chuck's they all knew there was still a small chance that it was in fact an Archibald baby. But Nate had just left all the fatherly responsibilities to Chuck and turned his back on both his best friend and his ex-girlfriend.
As long as Blair still seemed hooked on Nate there was no way Chuck would dare to let on how he really felt for her. She already held far too much power over him and he couldn't afford to give her any more. Which was why he had suggested to her earlier that she should just go out and find some random guy to sleep with. The thought of her doing so sickened him, but he thought he knew her well enough to know she would never go for something like that. By suggesting it he thus threw her off track without taking the risk of actually pushing her into some other guy's arms.
In fact, this had worked out well for him. A few hours in bed with the girl who was on his mind all around the clock. Hopefully a reminder to her of just how damn good they were together. If only he knew the right thing to do to make her open up her eyes and see how much he really cared. Having this baby was a huge changeover for them both, and he would very much like to go through the adjustment period together with her. She insisted on keeping him at arm's length, but today she had taken him to bed.
He was taken out of his thoughts when he felt Blair move on the bed next to him. Just as he was starting to think that if she wanted another round he really would need some Viagra she sat up in bed and looked down at him.
"Thanks" she said.
"You're welcome. Glad to do my… duties as your…"
"Yeah."
She got up and went over to the small bathroom.
"I hope there's a bathtub in here" she said, more to herself than to him. "Shit, I'm sticky all over."
"No tub" he said. "Just a shower. Don't use up all the hot water, I need to shower too before we leave."
"Then here's the plan" she said. "I take a shower, and then while you're in the shower I get out of here."
"Why not just leave together?"
"You know why."
"Yeah, but I registered us as husband and wife" Chuck said. "They'll find it a lot more suspicious if we leave separately."
"I'll just storm out of here and mutter under my breath that you're a selfish jerk and they will think we had a hormone-induced fight" Blair said with a sweet smile before going into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
Chuck watched the closed door for a moment until he heard the water start up. He then sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
"Pleasure to service you, Waldorf…" he muttered to himself.
Oh come on, you all knew the events of this chapter were coming ;) But anyone who's ever read anything I've written before knows it doesn't necessarily mean smooth sailing… Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think!