Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"This pregnancy is getting very boring," Blair announced as Chuck came into her room with her breakfast on a tray adorned by a single pink peony in a crystal vase. "All I do all day everyday is lay in this bed, read fashion magazines, and watch pointless soap operas that seem tame compared to the life I've lived. I'm ready for this pregnancy to be over with."
"You say that every time you get within a month of your due date," he chuckled as he put the tray to the side of her as it wouldn't go over her engorged stomach, "But this child is not ready to join us yet, so it's best for all concerned if you be patient."
"Chuck, I'm as big as our home in the Hamptons," she complained as she rubbed her stomach. Their home in the Hamptons was one of the largest in the area, so her implication was clear.
"But a hundred times more beautiful," he replied as he kissed her cheek.
"You're my husband, therefore you have to say that," she told him as he began nuzzled her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. A whispered moan escaped her lips.
"It's still the truth," he assured her with an amused chuckle.
"Chuck, we haven't had any fun since Serena's wedding two months ago," Blair pouted when he reluctantly pulled away. "You won't even touch me anymore."
"That's because you've been having Braxton-Hicks contractions, and I will not risk sending you into premature labor," Chuck told her gently. They'd been to the hospital nearly every other day for the last week with false labor pains. Her doctor said she could go into labor at any time, but it would be best if she could wait at least another week. Chuck was determined to see her through the entire last month of her pregnancy. "And you don't think our dashes to the hospital have been fun?"
"Please, Chuck, let's do something fun tonight," she pleaded with him as she ignored his previous remark.
"That will be hard considering you are on total bed rest right now," he told her.
"Let's take a bath together," she suggested, looking desperately for anything to change up her mundane routine.
"A bath leads to things we cannot do right now," he reminded her as the familiar stirring inside of him. Adding water to her naked body always had an effect on his body. While she thought she was repulsive to him while pregnant, it had quite the opposite effect on him. He was as turned on as ever.
"You have needs too," she informed him as she looked to his groin with longing, "And I haven't been doing a good job of satisfying them. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he told her as he caressed her chin gently, lifting her eyes away from the temptation, "My needs can wait."
"Are you worried about the delivery?" she asked out of the blue.
"Yes," he admitted truthfully. He hadn't the time to come up with an appropriate answer, so he had to settle for the truth. "I'm scared out of my mind, actually. Everything about this pregnancy has been a struggle for me. I know it's been ten times worse for you, so I've done everything in my power to not let you see how terrified I am that when you go into labor I'm going to lose you."
"I wish I could make this easier for you," she told him as she caressed his chin softly feeling the stubble he had yet to shave away that day.
"Just get through this delivery alive," he choked out as tears pooled in his eyes that he tried not to shed, "That is the only way to make things easy on me and everyone else who loves you and this child so much."
"I'm working on that," she assured him as he rubbed her belly softly. He could see the tiny kicks their child was making against her stomach, which drew a smile to his lips. He couldn't believe how active this child was. He had thought Brice and Charlotte were active in the womb, but they had nothing on this child.
"Do you have any names picked out yet?" he inquired as he shifted their conversation away from the unpleasant direction it had taken as he kissed her stomach softly.
"I have a few ideas," she responded crytically.
"Are you planning on sharing?" he pressed as his lips continued to dust across her skin. "We'll want our first and middle names to flow."
"If it's a girl, I'd like her middle name to be Audrey," she told him.
"I'm curious as to why that does not surprise me," he chuckled, his eyes sparkling at her obvious response, "But that is the name I was going to chose for her first name, so you'll have to chose something else."
"Kathleen," she replied instantly, choosing her cinematic icon's middle name. Her eyes lit up at Chuck's revelation. While he was most likely humoring her, she could not be more thrilled by the prospect of having a daughter named after such an influential figure on her own life.
"And if it's a boy?" he inquired.
"Harold," she replied.
"Harold," Chuck repeated. "Harold Aiden Waldorf-Bass."
She cringed at how it sounded. Chuck didn't appear to like it either.
"I'll come up with something else," he spoke up quickly.
"No," she shook her head. "I like Aiden. I have an idea . . . how about Aiden for a first name and Harold for his middle."
Chuck wanted to disagree with her. That wasn't their original agreement, and it wasn't fair to her, but he couldn't deny how much he liked the way the name rolled off his tongue.
"Aiden Harold Waldorf-Bass," Chuck stated, clearly liking the way the name rolled off his tongue.
"We'll have the ABC's covered," she announced with a smirk.
"That's as far into the alphabet we're going," he chuckled, "Belatedly, I had my sperm counted. We're at zero."
"No more children after this one," she agreed with a giggle. "We're going to make it, aren't we?"
"Let's discuss this again after you've successfully given birth and both you and this child are healthy," he told her. He didn't want to jinx them by talking about something that had yet to happen.
"Will you be with me through this delivery?" she inquired as she entwined her hand into his.
"Do you want me to be?" he asked as he brought their hands to his lips so he could kiss the back of her hand.
"More than anything," she nodded. Her eyes were hopeful in a way he wouldn't be able to ignore.
"Last time you tried to throw me out of the room before I left voluntarily," he reminded her.
"But you came back when I needed you the most," she recalled. "I want you there."
"What if I panic again?" he replied as his eyes and voice filled with concern.
"If you panic, you'll leave until you calm down. Go hug our children to gather your courage, and then get back to me as fast as you can," she told him.
"We never do things the easy way, do we," he realized as he kissed her hand again.
"It keeps our life together interesting," she grinned widely.
"I know of other ways to keep life interesting," he told her as he leaned forward to kiss her. She was grinning as he leaned in further.
"This can't go further," she reminded him as she pulled away when he deepened the kiss.
"I know," he groaned in disappointment.
"This has been a long six months for you," she stated what was clearly so obvious.
"It's only been six months," he sighed, "It seemed like an eternity since I've last made love to you."
"I'm sorry," she pouted. "This isn't easy for you. You've been so wonderful and supportive through all of this, giving into all of my desires without the benefit of quenching yours all without complaint."
"And I'd do it all again in a heartbeat," he assured her.
"Are you at least giving in to self gratification?" she bit her lip to keep her giggles at bay.
"I have to do something to rid myself of these hard-ons you stir inside me on a daily basis. I know it upsets you . . ." he trailed off.
"It's okay," she cut him off. "I'm giving you a free pass until the doctor clears me for sexual activity. Then you are never to touch yourself ever again. Is that clear?"
"I feel like I should be saluting you right now," he chuckled at her stern warning.
"You have your own special way of saluting me," she told him as she rubbed her hand along the inside of his thigh suggestively as her eyes swam with mischief. "And for the record, my hands are still in perfect working order right. Even though I can't get out of bed right now I can still give you a little relief. Perhaps if we get a little creative, we could employ my lips as well."
"I'll settle for your hands," he told her as her hand inched closer to his groin, brushing against his hardening member causing a groan to escape from his lips. His eyes closed reflectively as she continued to stroke him.
Suddenly they heard their daughter's voice coming closer. Their focused turned towards their bedroom door to see it was wide open. Chuck was off the bed in an instant, closing the door just as Charlotte was rounding the corner. It was clear that she was on the way to see her parents, but the closed door spun her around as it always did. She knew better than to disturb her parents in these moments.
"Where were we?" she grinned as he eagerly retook his place beside her, her hand sliding back into position.
Chuck groaned in pleasure as she began her gentle caresses. His hand just didn't have the same feel as hers nor was the attention as pleasurable. He was always in a rush to get himself off that he didn't take the time to enjoy the moment, then again his hand never felt as soft as hers did.
"Remove the pants," she requested as she grabbed him roughly through the fabric.
He cursed at her action as he fulfilled her request. Her hand closed around his straining erection again before his hips had a chance to settle back onto the bed. Her efforts were met with a lustful moan of pleasure. Chuck felt himself so close to his release. He sat up suddenly to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Blair gasped in surprise before she relaxed against his lips as she continued to stroke him as their lips and tongues danced against each other.
He cursed once more as his release came.
"Thank you," he replied as he kissed her softly before he collapsed against the pillows to revel in the release he'd just received. It would never compare to them actually making love, but considering what he'd been making due with, it was very much appreciated.
"You're welcome," she replied with a breathtaking smile.
"I can use a bath. How about it, Beautiful?" he inquired. She nodded in eager delight just before he disappeared.
After a few patient minutes, he returned, removed her bed clothes before he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. She sighed in content as the water came around her. This was always her one comfort towards the end of her pregnancy when the water helped take some of the extra weight off. He had curiously forgone their usual bubbles. As he slid in behind her, she looked at him, asking the question without verbalizing her thought.
"I wanted to enjoy your body without the visual hindrance of the suds," he explained as his hands began to skim down her body.
"You ran out, and didn't want to admit it," she amended.
"My explanation is much more romantic," he told her as he continued his gentle caresses as his lips got into the action and began nuzzling her neck.
Her soft moans were the only response she could give. She desperately wanted more, but her doctor's warning was still fresh in both of their minds. She was eight months pregnant and already on the verge of delivering. Their doctor wanted to get her through one more week at least as those additional days would be all the more beneficial to their child. Any sexual stimulus could send her into active labor. Neither parent would risk the health of their child for their own personal gratification, so Chuck continued to caress her body, pleasuring her in the only way he was allowed.
TBC . . .
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