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One Month Later…

Bass Industry, New York

Chuck Bass stared blankly at the newspaper in front of him. His memories rushing back to her all at once. The day that changed his life forever. One note that ended in "You're not good enough for me. Don't you even dare to track me out through your PI."

He fully intended to ignore that request. He deserved more from her after pouring his heart out and finally admitting that he loved her and felt sorry for all things happened.

After all she promised him that she won't leave him in the morning, especially with that kind of note. But what happened was the opposite, she left him. No, he's Chuck Bass. No one toying with Chuck Bass, especially his heart.

"Mr. Bass, I need to remind you that you have appointment today with Ms. Ivy Astor about Bass-Astor Palace project at her office today at 1 pm."

"Thanks Gloria, call Arthur to pull up the car for me now. We're heading to Astor Company."

"Right away Mr. Bass."

Harold's Chateau, France

"I have to find out." Blair said to herself before taking a deep sip from her drink. Blair thinks there's something wrong with her. She constantly tired, it's like she haven't been fully rested in weeks. Plus she's thirsty all the time. She called her doctor and made an appointment for this afternoon.

Astor Company, New York

"God damn it Gavin, get out of my office!"

Chuck heard the shouting from down the hallway and increased the speed of his somewhat leisurely stroll. He was here to see Ivy Astor, the CEO of Astor Company concerning a joint business venture, Bass-Astor Palace in Williamsburg.

Astor's was supposed to add the mystic edge Bass Industries had become known for. But walking instead to where he heard shouts he ran into a young man, probably close to his age, fleeing an office.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Chuck looked inside to find her sitting at a desk with her head in her hands. "You sure sent him running." Chuck spoke, his usual suggestive tone in place as he walked into the room.

"My brother will get over it." Ivy spoke through her emotions, head still in her hands.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his usual suave put on hold as he actually felt compassion towards the young woman.

Looking up Ivy met the eyes of the young man in front of her. At the same time she was quick to absorb his handsome features and kept appearance. "Chuck Bass." she spoke.

Chuck shot her a slightly confused yet still concerned impression "Yes, I'm here to see you, Ivy. We're supposed to discuss about Bass-Astor Palace project and about Masked Ball or Dinner Gala Party that Bass Industry going to hold to announce our joint venture."

"Yes, I remember. I texted you about it. I guess Dinner Gala Party would be more proper. Don't you think so Chuck?"

Texted? Maybe he didn't notice about it. Chuck walked slowly forward taking in the girl before him. She'd been crying when he'd gotten there he was sure of it, but now you wouldn't have been able to tell.

She had an inner strength driving her but she was dealing with something she wasn't sure she was strong enough to handle. Angelic features and long blonde hair could have made her look like a brainless Barbie but her eyes were far too alert and discerning for him to make that mistake - eyes that were a deep blue.

She paused a moment and in that moment Chuck could see just how sad she was. "You want to go somewhere and talk?" He asked, unsure of why he was offering to her.

"Okay. Lunch at Geisha?"

"Sure."

Dr. Marc Michael Bransten Private Practice, Paris

Blair felt about ready to cry. Her heart was pounding in her chest and even though she tried to appear cool and collected she had a sneaking suspicion that anyone who looked at her for more than two seconds would be able to tell how shaken she was.

She was sitting on the comfortable sofa outside her doctor's office, impatiently waiting. He had already seen her, examined her and given her his initial thoughts on a diagnosis. He had come to the same conclusion that she had, that if it wasn't stress or allergies then it was most likely type two diabetes.

She had quickly dismissed the suggestion that her problems might be caused by stress. She wasn't particularly stressed, if there's something, it's about Chuck in London. The second suggestion, allergies, might have some more merit. Right now she was praying for it to be a simple allergy to dust, or something else that could easily be controlled by controlling her environment. She had never thought allergies would seem appealing but suddenly they did.

Dr. Bransten had drawn some blood and made her leave a urine sample, just to be on the safe side. The former had been annoying and painful and the latter humiliating, but at least the two liters of water she had already drank today had come to some form of use.

Dr. Bransten asked her to wait. She sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall again. It had been almost forty minutes. What was taking so long? The doctor had told her that he did suspect diabetes, and if she was about to be handed bad news she wanted it to be handed to her right away.

Finally received the early results from her labs. She took a deep breath. "Congratulation Miss Waldorf, you're pregnant."

A Week Later….

Villard Ballroom, The Palace New York

Their conversation at lunch had been good, they had a definite connection. Both were young but both had undertaken a lot of responsibility on their legacy company. And both had a certain resilience about them that seemed to inform everyone that they'd do whatever it took to come out on the other side of whatever they were faced with. So seven days ago at the conclusion of lunch he will hold Annual Bass Industries Gala and invited her to join him.

Now he waited anxiously at the foot of the grand staircase for her arrival. He'd been required to attend a board function prior to the Gala so he'd sent the limo to collect her. Arthur had called to tell him that he'd picked her up almost half an hour ago but she'd yet to arrive.

Engaging in light conversation with the gentleman next to him, Chuck might have missed it if the room hadn't quieted. The change in the air was almost palpable as he turned on his heels to face the stairs once more. She was impossible to miss. Her hair fell down her back in waves leaving her shoulders exposed in an incredible red dress. As she descended the stairs Chuck couldn't have looked away if he had wanted to. She was breathtaking.

Taking her hand in his as she reached the bottom of the staircase Chuck placed an almost careful kiss on her hand before tucking it inside his arm. In turn she lifted her perfect eyebrows at him as a light smirk seemed to rise to her lips. "Such the gentleman tonight."

"I'm always a gentleman." Chuck spoke, his voice low almost dark as he handed her a glass of champagne.

Ivy shook her head slowly, raising the glass to her lips. "Maybe I'm not looking for a gentleman." He could feel the energy sparking between the two of them as she spoke again. "But maybe I am."

He responded to her statement with a smile and led her out on the almost open dance floor. "Tonight we'll have fun and I'll be a gentleman and we can see where we go from there."

Smiling as he began to lead her around the dance floor, Ivy knew that they were testing one another but she didn't mind. Their connection was clear but they were seeing what the other was made of. He knew already that she wasn't shy or afraid of talk and she knew that he wasn't all what his reputation claimed.

And on top of that she knew he could dance. "Where'd you learn to waltz?" She asked curiously. Chuck felt a shudder slip down his spine at the memory of years passed but he realized in that moment that the shudder wasn't quite so painful as it normally was, it was almost just a flicker.

Looking into her eyes, he was completely taken aback. For the first time the memory of Blair hadn't sent him running, for the first time he was still standing tall appreciating the beauty of another woman. "Cotillion." He spoke after a lengthy pause. "And you?"

Ivy knew that something different had just passed between her and Chuck. She knew that something about him had just changed because now the intensity and awe he was gazing at her with was simply incredible. The only word she could think of was wonderstruck. "My mother insisted I learn. So she sent me to lessons."

"You didn't do Debutante?" Chuck asked actually curious. He didn't remember the last time a girl who was a part of their world hadn't been a Debutante.

Ivy shook her head with a smirk coming to her face once more. Chuck took the new information in stride. Swallowing as she looked into Chuck's ever attentive eyes, Ivy surprised herself at how much she was willing to share. "You know, I wouldn't even trade the fact that I went to public school."

Chuck's eyebrows shot up. "Public school?"

Ivy was still laughing as she nodded. "Hard to imagine isn't it? I'm so polished and proper yet I went to a public high school in San Fransisco."

Chuck couldn't help but shake his head as he began to laugh with her. "So it's made you who you are?"

"It has." Ivy spoke as she began to calm down, her heart beat returning to normal as her laugher slowed. The intensity had returned to Chuck's gaze and she was anxiously waiting to hear what he was about to say; for what reason she wasn't sure.

"Maybe more people should go to public school." Chuck spoke, his voice dropping lower.

Smiling Ivy allowed him to pull her closer. "Maybe they should."

The night seemed to pass in a happy blur as they alternated between dancing and working the room. They continued to find that they were almost perfect compliments.

As the night drew to a close and people began to leave Chuck spun her on the floor one last time. Drawing her in he caught her chin with his fingers, feeling the energy pulse between them he watched her chest rise and fall as she tilted her chin upwards. She was as nervous as he was yet at the same time she seemed so certain as she parted her lips ever slightly.

Slowly realizing that permission had been granted, Chuck leaned his mouth forwards and allowed his lips to tenderly touch hers. Moving his lips against hers felt nothing. Breaking away Chuck was breathing heavily as he stared into her deep brown eyes. "Stay with me tonight." He spoke his voice nothing more than a low rumble.

Gasping Ivy could feel his body heat through her dress, seemingly magnified by its connection to her own body. Quickly releasing her hands from around his neck, she allowed them to slide onto his shoulders and down to his lapels. Smiling she nods her head. "No. I don't think so."

"Why?" He asked increasingly confused.

At that Ivy smirked. "Because I think I might actually like you Chuck Bass." Pausing she leaned forwards until her mouth was against his ear. "But you're going to have to work for it."

Harold's Chateau, France

Edward Harrison exhaled a nervous breath as he rapped nervously on Blair Waldorf's bedroom door. She flung it open after a few seconds, looking absolutely beautiful in every single way. He had to remind himself to breath.

"Ed." She stated, a smile creeping onto her face.

"Love." He said solemnly, sadly thinking to himself that it would most likely be the last time he did so.

"What is it?" She asked, a confused look on her face when she noticed the sadness in his voice.

"I- Nothing- Well- You see-" He stuttered dumbly.

"Ed, what is it?" She asked again, slightly concerned.

"I'm going to Milan." He finally spat out, a look of defeat on his face.

"Okay," She said slowly, raising an eyebrow, "And you're telling me this why?"

"Love," He began, his eyes falling to the floor, "Harrison Inc. is expanding to Italy. I'm moving to Italy permanently."

Blair's smile faltered and a look of panic flitted across her face, "What?" She choked, blinking quickly.

"My plane leaves first thing on Friday morning next week." Ed stated, his voice void of emotion. "I just thought I'd let you know."

Blair could feel tears burn in the back of her eyes as she gripped the door frame tightly, "I, oh wow. Next week? That's-" She was honestly at a loss for words, "I guess this is goodbye." She finally said, blinking back tears.

"I guess it is." He nodded, and opened his arms to her. She accepted gratefully, pressing her cheek against his chest.

"I'm sorry love." He whispered into her hair, running his fingers over her chocolate curls.

Blair nodded against his chest, "It's okay. It's your duty. Harrison Inc. is your legacy. You have to." She breathed, as a tear finally fell down her cheek and onto his jacket. She finally pulled away, and he absentmindedly wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"Hey," He cooed, putting a finger under her chin and lifting it to him, "We'll see each other again, I promise."

Blair gave a half hearted smile.

A Week Later…

Chuck's Penthouse, Empire Hotel, New York

Chuck arrived home that evening and his first thought was that the power had apparently gone out. Which he immediately dismissed, given that he had just gotten off the power driven elevator in which the lights worked perfectly, just as all the other lights and electronic equipment in his hotel. But his penthouse suite was dark, lit only by what seemed to be several hundred candles.

Nate obviously wasn't home, not that that came as a surprise. Chuck rarely saw Nate these days. "Nathaniel?" he called out, kicking off his shoes before stepping further inside.

He noticed that soft music started to play and then he walked into the dining area and caught sight of her. She was wearing a gorgeous red dress, long enough to be proper but low enough to be seductive, and when she turned to face him the first thing he noticed was that she had done something with her chest to make it seem fuller.

She was also wearing a lovely smile, highlighted by his favorite shade of lipstick. Before they became involved he had never known just how much she enjoyed having someone run their fingers through her hair or massage her scalp but she could lie placidly for hours while he did just that.

"Hi Chuck." she said with a pleased smile and picked up two champagne flutes from the table behind her.

She walked over and handed one to him, which he took without question. She clinked her glass to his and they both took a sip. His eyes never left her while he did his best to hide that he was searching for any signs that she might be putting on a show for him. She just smiled and looked at him in a way they both knew made him melt as she slowly ran her finger along the brim of the flute.

"Finally you're home" she said. "Dinner's ready."

She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips before turning and walking back to the table. He took his eyes off her for a second, finally noticing there was more on the table than just candlesticks.

"I thought we could have a nice, romantic dinner, just you and me," she said, voice soft as silk. "Come, sit."

He obediently walked over and pulled out her chair for her. After she was properly seated he took a seat opposite her and suddenly realized that he hadn't said a single word since he saw her. He took a sip of champagne and eyed her appreciatively.

"You look pretty tonight."

"Oh, in this old rag?" she said with a jesting smile and increased the small flame underneath the fondue set, signaling that she wanted to start dinner.

"How was your day?" she asked gently while moving vegetables over to her plate.

"Busy."

"Mine too."

He wanted to devote a lot of time tonight to what came after dinner. Either this was exactly what she had planned, distracting him with seduction, or she was simply just in the mood for a romantic night.

"How was your meeting with Astor's board member?" he asked, stabbing a large piece of beef with his other dipping fork.

"Not so good. Some of the board members insist that my brother, Gavin, take over this project." she admitted.

She smiled at him in that lovely way again and he reached for her hand just as it was about to put another dipping fork into the pot. She looked up at him with surprise.

"Forget that. Come here. You're good, and he's nothing compare to you." he said. She gave him a playful look. He moved his chair out, grabbed her hand and sat her down in his lap.

"My, we are impatient tonight" she remarked with a pleased smile.

Without replying he pulled her close and kissed her hungrily. Their lips parted and they shared a look before her now open lips were on his again. He wrapped his arms around her and let his tongue slowly dance with hers, enjoying the slow, sensual kiss.

Harold's Chateau, France

It was almost 11:30 when Blair Waldorf laid down on her bedspread, tracing invisible patterns on the quilt. She had barely left her room all day. Ed was leaving. Leaving her. Leaving for good. She then heard a gentle knock on her door and she sat up.

"Come in." She called hoarsely, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes and putting on a brave face faded when she saw who it was.

"Ed," She breathed, "What are you doing here?"

"I was thinking," He began, walking into the room and sitting down on the bed beside her, "That this didn't have to be goodbye."

Blair raised an eyebrow, "Well, what does that mean?"

Ed handed her an envelope, which she took and opened. Inside was a first class plane ticket, from Paris to Milan. "Ed," She began, realizing what he meant.

"Come with me." He interrupted, kneeling in front of her and putting a hand on her upper arms, "I'll need someone there to keep my life exciting." He said, a smile playing across his face.

Blair laughed but shook her head, "Ed, I can't. We're still in school, my life is here, your life is-"

"My life is wherever you are." He corrected her. Blair mouth opened slightly, moved by the sincerity of his words, "Ed," Tears filling her eyes, she searched his face, "We can't do this." She shook her head, and handed him back the plane ticket.

Ed nodded solemnly and rose to leave. He paused at the door, and placed the ticket on a table beside it, "Just promise me you'll think about it. I'll wait for you at the airport tomorrow."

Terminal 2F1, Charles de Gaulle Airport, France

Edward Harrison tapped impatiently on his knees as he sat in one of the uncomfortable airport chairs. He stared down at the ticket at his hands, and couldn't help but think of the matching one that belonged to the girl he loved.

"Ed." His head whirled around. There she was, he could pick her out of any crowd. He rushed over to her, taking her in his arms. "I didn't think you'd come." He said, softly kissing her head.

She pushed him away gently, "Ed." She began, her voice shaking as she suppressed a sob, "I'm not staying there with you, I just accompany your trip there for a week. I'll come back to Paris."

He said, looking between her dark brown eyes and the plane ticket, "I respect your decision Love."

He's reaching up and cupping her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs, "I need you. I can't live without you."

Final Boarding Call for Flight 346 to Milan Italy. Finaleappel d'embarquementpour le vol346 àMilan,Italie.

Ed pulled away as the announcement rang through the crowded airport, "It's our flight."

Blair nodded and sucked in her lips. They walked towards the terminal where a stewardess was collecting tickets. Ed handed the stewardess their tickets, who nodded and handed the stubs back to him.