AN: Hey guys! I was about to turn my light off to go to bed (it's 11:30 right now), but I realized that I'm going out of town for the weekend which means no laptop to update :( I thought I'd better write now as to not leave you hanging for almost a week. Where am I going, you might ask? Only to the greatest city ever. That's right, ladies and (probably no) gentlemen! New York City! (Can you tell I'm excited?) Anyways, here's your chapter. Enjoy!
P.S. There was some confusion at the end of the last chapter, but I'm here to clarify. Yes, Chuck got a vasectomy. After someone gets one, they are supposed to go back to their doctor 3 months after to check to make sure their sperm count is at 0. Blair and Chuck never went back, and Chuck's sperm count was never at 0, in my story. I know there have been babies born after vasectomies gone awry (my little brother... awk...), but please know that the way I wrote it is probably impossible. Carry on! :)
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He took it surprisingly well. There was some suspicion that she had been unfaithful, but who are we kidding, the Chenis is a drug that Blair Waldorf Bass will never want to substitute. He loved his children as babies, and the more the merrier, eh? So he took it pretty well.
The kids? Not so much.
"I don't want another baby! I hate Jonah! Babies stink both literally and theoretically." Henry planted his feet, arms crossed.
"You love Jonah, Hen! And you don't even know what literally OR theoretically means." Blair tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but he shoved her away.
"Uncle Dan says those words all the time."
"You need to stop listening to Uncle Dan." Chuck was standing behind his wife who was sitting facing their children.
"Mommy?" Charlotte's voice was small.
"Yes, baby?"
"This means you'll be fat."
Blair grimaced, and a smile tugged at Henry's mouth.
"Yeah, mom, you shouldn't have another baby because you'll be fat. Right, dad?"
"No, your mother will never be fat, and you will be having a new brother or sister! End of discussion."
Charlotte hopped up from her chair, brunette curls bouncing. "Okay! I'm going to go feed mommy's makeup to the fishies." She started to walk away.
Henry stood up. "And I'm going to go hate you both in my room." He stomped off.
Blair and Chuck looked at each other. "I'll take care of Henry." She sighed.
"And I'll stop Charlotte."
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She knocked on his door even though it was already open. He hated to have his door closed. Even when he was mad at his parents, he still wanted to be able to see into their room across the hall. "Can I come in?"
"Only if you leave your fetus at the door." He was sitting up in bed reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. He had also read the 1st and 2nd books, but he stopped at the 3rd. He just loved Sirius Black's redemption story.
Blair smiled. "I don't think it works like that, Hen." She walked in his room and sat on the foot of the bed. "How do you know what a fetus is?" She put a hand on her stomach where a small bump was protruding. The 3 month pudge, as Serena called it.
He rolled his eyes and put his book down on his lap. "I'm the smart one, mom."
"Right." She smiled. "Can I ask why you're so opposed to have another sibling?"
He shrugged. "Because I'd miss you."
"You'd miss us? Henry, the baby will be living here, and we will be living with the baby."
"But you'd always be with the baby... or with Charlotte! When the baby won't have your attention, Charlotte will be putting on another one women show or begging you to hang her pictures up. Things are fine the way they are right now!"
Blair cupped her son's cheek. "Henry, sometimes you think things are perfect, but then something happens to make them even more special. When your father and I first got married, we didn't think life could get any better! But it did when you arrived." She pulled her son into a hug. "I think you'll find that having a new baby in the house will make things change for the better. Just trust me."
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"Your son is too good to be the product of you and me." Blair and Chuck were reunited after they had put their assigned children to bed. Blair sat down across from her husband at their dining room table.
"Your daughter should probably be institutionalized. Teenage years will be fun." He took her hands across the table.
"Was any Chanel victim to her troublemaking?"
"By the time I got there, she had forgone the makeup and was going straight for the diamonds. 'Fishies like them' she told me."
"Was it in defiance of having another sibling or just Charlotte being Charlotte?"
"Definitely the latter."
"At least she's pretty." Blair sighed.
Chuck smirked. "That might actually be a bad thing. The prettiest girls get in the most trouble."
"I would know, wouldn't I?" She smiled.
"You would." He shrugged.
"Because I got into you?"
"Really? You seem quite out of me right now..."
"Shut up, Bass." But she was already making her way to the other side of the table to truly get 'into' her husband.
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AN: So that was short and too the point. Next chapter will be much longer, I promise. I just wanted to get something to you before I leave. Anyways, I'll be thinking about you as I drink mocktails at the Palace's bar! Goodnight! xoxo