Kind of in a big fight with my loved one – so plenty of time to write. ;(

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CHAPTER 10 – Dragon boy Fiery

Three days later Chuck noticed the small prescription bottle was missing from the kitchen counter. It wasn't in any of their bathrooms either. He asked Dorota about it, but she had no idea what he was talking about. The 5 days were up – and Chuck had no idea if Blair had made a decision. Had she taken the emergency contraceptive, or had she flushed them down the toilet?

In the last days the situation had improved partly. Blair was more relaxed when he reached out for her at night and her solitary crying session got fewer. Chuck tried to assist her as much as he could: He was careful around her and never came too close without a previous invitation. Nevertheless she kept her "Everything-is-fine-attitude" and guarded he personal space fiercely.

She was chased. It was a narrow side street, darkened by the surrounding buildings. Somebody was behind her; she could hear the approaching footsteps. She tried to open the rotting wooden door by turning the doorknob with all her strength. Unfortunately it wouldn't own the grace to let her in.

There it was again: HIS face. The shaggy hair that hung down over his eyes. The thick black eyebrows. The pervasive gaze of his brown eyes. The small face covered with moles. The overlapping front teeth.

„LEAVE ME ALONE! NO!"

Chuck was pulled bolt upright from his sleep. "Blair baby, Whats wrong?" He tried to touch her softly on her forearm, but she slapped him in defense.

"GO AWAY!"

He tried to speak to her, slowly and clearly.

"Blair baby, it's me. Chuck."

"GO AWAY!"

"Blair... It's me. Chuck. Everything is fine."

She turned her head into his direction, was quiet for a moment. It seemed like she was trying to recognize him. She leaned over to him, settled her head on his lap and breathed heavily. He caressed through her hair, only touching her very gently and closed his arms around her, holding her tightly. He kissed her forehead and murmured soft reassurance.

"I am sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry, Blair. Everything is fine now."

"I had a nightmare."

"I know, Baby, I know."

They both remained silently in the intimate position for a couple of minutes. Suddenly a bright idea hit Chuck. He reached into his bedside locker and pulled out a hackneyed blue book.

"You wanna hear a story?"

"What is that?"

The title of the book said: The sandman's voice – five minute bedtime stories. It looked a little bit eighty-style. On the cover emblazoned a yellow-red cat, a blue rocking horse and a dog with a black ear bouncing through the clouds.

"This was the bedtime stories book my mother bought for me… Bart gave it to me on my 10th birthday. I have never read it…"

Blair tried to control her body, but she nearly tears up.

"When we decided on having kids... I thought I maybe would need it…"

She lost the last bit of self-restraint and let the tears find their way. He had been thinking about reading bedtime stories to their maybe child! And she hadn't even told him, that he would never father a child in his life! Instantly she was filled completely with shame and self-hate.

"Blair, it's okay. Come here…"he said as he patted on his tight. She cuddled again into Chucks embrace when he started to read. She enjoyed listening his dark, relishing voice.

"Dragon boy Fiery has tried to fly – and crashed. Now he sits in front of the dragon's cave and looks after the planes and helicopters in the sky….."