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: Had to research for this one. Apparently the average weight gained during pregnancy for someone with twins is 39-50 pounds! I can't even imagine our little B being so pregnant, but hopefully you guys can because she is in this chapter!

IMPORTANT: Oh and for any of you who haven't read it, Stella296 made the most adorable two-shot about Ephram when he is a little bit older. I really suggest you go and read it. I was giggling so much! And make sure to leave a review if you do. Show the love people.

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Chuck walked into the bedroom he shared with his wife. He had woken up early and called the doctors office to see if there was anything else he could do for Blair. She had been put on bed rest since it was late in her pregnancy, with twins. That was something he still could not believe, no matter how much his tiny Blair grew. Not to mention, it was a boy and yesterday, the little girl finally revealed herself. She had kept them waiting for a while during Blair's pregnancy. First, she hid behind her brother as if she did not exist at all and then she hid her sex. It seemed she was making it well known that she wasn't doing anything on others time, only her own. Just like her mother and her father.

He smiled to himself. They were going to be parents.

"Thinking about our babies, Bass?" Blair's tired voice came from the bed.

His eyes snapped forward and he looked her over. She was struggling to lean up and look at him. It was not an easy task to do with her extremely swollen belly. Dam, she looked beautiful though. He swore that each day she grew more gorgeous. She had such a glow to her from it too.

"I'll come to you. Doctor's orders," Chuck smirked. He climbed onto the bed and crawled under the sheets next to her. She had burned their comforter in one of raging mood swings last week. He froze to death every night, but she was satisfied. The hot flashes went away and he was thankful that he didn't have frost bite.

"I'm so tired, but all I do is sleep and eat. It doesn't make sense. Well other than the fact that it's because I'm becoming a lethargic, plus-sized, roly-poly," Blair pouted. She tried to cross her arms over her tummy, but it was extremely uncomfortable. So she let them fall to her sides and whined.

He gritted his teeth. Another mood swing had hit. Bed rest seemed to make them ten times worse. All she did was focus on her weight. He hated it. Hence, why anyone who said something that even normally would not be insensitive, but was in her current state, was banned from their home until further notice.

First of course had been Eleanor with her, "Blair, how is it possible you already need the next size in maternity clothing?" Chuck had exploded on her mother while Blair started to cry, but Eleanor only tried to defend herself. Finally, Dorota intervened before he strangled her with his scarf.

Next had been the oblivious Nathaniel with his, "Wow, I can't believe how big our tiny, little Blair has gotten!" He had meant it in a good, cheerful way, but that didn't save him from the remote to his head or Chuck from the hours of his wife crying into his chest.

Thirdly was Serena in all her clueless, blond glory with her, "Oh my goodness, B! When I had Riley I was almost less than half your size." And she giggled, which made it ten times worse. Blair had yelled for that one as Chuck ushered his sister out of the house. When he came back his wife raged about perfect Serena and that she was uninvited from every birthday party, including the birth. It took him three days to calm her down. Serena and her had talked on the phone, but even that he made sure to monitor and keep short.

Chuck shook his head and snapped out his thoughts when he heard her sob. His expression pained when he saw tears streak down her cheeks. She wasn't supposed to be stressed and she was. And even though she cried almost every thirty minutes, he still didn't like it.

"Blair, honey, we've been over this. It's not considered plus-sized when you're pregnant. This is all the Bass babies, not you," he assured her as his hand rubbed her ready-to-burst stomach. He then kissed her cheek and whispered soothingly into her ear. "And a roly-poly is an insect, which his Carter Baizen, not you. Remember?" Chuck smiled sweetly.

"But-but Chuck, I-I got on the scale today and I'm one hundred and sixty pounds! I was only one hundred and fifteen pounds before this pregnancy! I've gained forty-five pounds! It isn't fair!" Blair blubbered. She clenched onto his shirt as her body trembled in cries.

He bit his tongue until he tasted blood. How the hell did she get a scale? He had even gone as far as to accidentally knock over and smash the floor length mirror in their bedroom.

He reached his hand up and wiped at her tears. Her body relaxed a little, but she still carried on. "Blair, listen to me," Chuck soothed. She shook her head, but her sobs got a little quieter. He smiled in appreciation. "You know that's the normal weight gain the doctor estimated, right?"

"Yes, but it isn't fair," Blair protested. She hiccupped and pouted her lips.

"I know," he sympathized and brought her head to rest against his chest. He then stroked her hair. She started to calm down as he spoke more. "And you know, even I've put on some weight from staying him all day. Does that make you feel better?" He looked down to her with a hopeful smile.

"A little," she admitted. The crying stopped and she only sniffled a little. He continued to massage her scalp with one hand and her distended tummy with his other.

He smirked, "And I know you haven't seen her lately, but Vanessa's ass is looking a lot bigger than it used to. I think I even saw Nate wince yesterday when she sat in his lap."

"Really?" Blair asked. Her doe brown eyes were now dry of tears as she looked up to him. He nodded without hesitation and she giggled. "That does make me feel better. I-I'm having two babies, but she's only having one and it's a girl where as I'm having a boy and girl," she nodded in determination.

"Uh-huh, see for you it's normal and you're still cute and tiny to me, baby. You even sat in my lap last night. And I didn't not wince, but smiled the entire time," Chuck reminded her. Her grin continued to grow and he knew the storm had passed, for then at least.

He watched as she turned back to watch the television and yawned.

"You tired?" he asked. She nodded her head and yawned again. He chuckled silently and then kissed the top of her head. "Well you've had a rough day, Mrs. Bass. These babies are already proving to be a handful." He pulled the sheet up over her bare belly.

"Mhmm," Blair smiled at the feel of the cool fabric against her burning up body. Then she snuggled into Chuck. Her husband had it down like a pro now when it came to making her feel comfortable.

Chuck kissed her temple and whispered sweetly into her ear. "I cannot wait until you deliver these babies, my gorgeous girl. We're going to have a mini Chuck and Blair first crawling and then running around here. And we can do with them everything we always wanted out parents to do with us, but they didn't. But without you, Blair, none of this would be possible. You're giving us our family and I love you so much for it," he expressed. Whenever they lied in silence, he'd go on and on with things like that until she fell asleep. That way she always dosed off with a smile on her lips.

"I love you too, Chuck," she murmured. Her eyes were closed though and her breathing was slowing some. She'd probably sleep through the night even though it was early and she had been napping all day long. He continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear until he was certain she was asleep.

Then he carefully reached over and picked up his camera from the nightstand. They were now in the part of pregnancy where she didn't let him take pictures so he had to sneak them. He held the camera up in the air and snapped a picture of them. He then brought it closer to his face to look at it. It was going to go great with the other ones in his office. And since she was on bed rest, she couldn't come to his office and kill him for basically his display of 'The Bass Family' aka him and a pregnant Blair.

But what was there to do? He was proud of his family and everyone knew it.

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A/N: I think this is the fluffiest piece I've written in a while. How was it?