AN: I completely understand why Blair loves Manhattan so much. My trip was amazing. I could see Chuck's hotel from where I was staying. Totes awk, it's actually on the Upper West Side. I guess the writers decided to leave that bit out... Anyways, I've already had two chapters set in hospitals, and if I were to make this one set in a hospital as well, that would mean over 25% of this story so far was set in a hospital! I'm really not okay with that much of Lenox Hill, so I'm just going to skip over a little bit. Don't hate me...

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They couldn't settle on her name until she was one month old. They had her formal name set in stone, but Chuck wanted to give her a nickname. A shorter name to go by than Eleanor-Rose Vivienne Bass.

Eleanor-Rose was simply too long, and Blair thought double names were tacky.

Ellie was too plain.

Vivienne would have worked, but Chuck had a problem with his daughter's first initial (no matter if it was casual) starting with the letter V.

One month in, they settled on Rosie. It just seemed to fit the quiet wide eyed baby that had arrived at the Bass home. It was impossible for Henry to hate her because she was just so quiet. She wouldn't scream like Charlotte did when being held by someone other than her parents. She would just lay in whoever's arms, eyes full of wonder, even at one month old.

Charlotte treated her like a baby doll, for the most part. When Rosie was getting more attention, though, Charlotte had to be heard.

Not only did her parents decide to wait a month to properly give her a name to be called, but Rosie waited a month to grow hair on her head. Blair was appalled when she was born bald, but Serena assured her that she would grow hair eventually. "Just look at the mop of curls Daisy has!" She would exclaim.

It started coming in a light blonde. The entire family thought it odd, as no one related to the child was blonde at all. But when Blair gave Rosie a bath in the kitchen sink on her one month birthday, she saw it: the slight orange tinge to her wet hair. Blair shrugged it off as just the light, but when she took her baby upstairs to dry her off, it was even more pronounced.

"Chuck!" Blair called from the changing table. Her voice was panicked. Her daughter?! A ginger?!

He ran in with a tense look on his face. "What is it?!" He saw his youngest child staring up at him and he calmed. "When you yell like that, I fear the worst."

Blair rolled her eyes. "Does my daughter's hair look red to you?"

Chuck looked at Rosie and smiled. "She'll be a fiery one."

Blair whimpered. "Chuck, this isn't funny. How did this happen? How is this okay?"

"It's a recessive gene, Blair. It could have come from anywhere. She's our daughter. She'll be beautiful no matter what." He put an arm around his wife and kissed her temple. "Why don't you go say goodnight to Henry and Charlotte. I'll take care of this one."

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They reunited as they settled into bed at only 9 PM. Blair had begun to give Rosie her nighttime feeding when Chuck spoke. "I simply will not settle for going to bed this early after it's been six weeks." He pulled back the comforter and climbed in next to his wife.

"I don't think you'll be getting it as early this time. I'm so much more sore than I was the past two times, and I'm fat. Really really fat." She sent a frown in the direction of the baby in her arms.

"No, Blair. You're curvy. It's hot," he spoke, staring at her one bare breast. "I'm quite jealous of Rosie right now."

Blair swatted at his arm with the back of her hand. "Stop." Her voice was stern, but a small blush crept up to the apples of her cheeks. After all these years... (and many more to come). "But back to her hair..."

Chuck sighed. "You're really not going to let this go?"

Blair shot him a glare. "I have a question about Bart." Her voice was soft. It was the same one she used when talking to Rosie or soothing Charlotte after a bad dream.

Chuck looked at her and swallowed. "Okay..."

"When you were a child, do you remember what color hair he had?"

"He was always bald. You don't think he-"

"Maybe," Blair cut in. Do you mind asking Jack tomorrow?" She made her eyes large.

"Not at all." Chuck reached for his daughter who had finished feeding to burp her. "Bart Bass, a ginger." He mused.

"If he did have red hair, it would explain a lot."

Chuck scoffed, inhaling the scent of the tiny baby on his shoulder. Regardless of whether she might share the same hair color as his late father, Chuck knew that the two would be nothing alike. All remembrance of Bart was dead and gone. Eleanor-Rose Vivienne Bass would grow up in a loving home full of boundless opportunities. She would be perfect.

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When Jack heard, he cracked up. "I figured it was bound to happen! I'm just sorry it belongs to Rosie. She seems like the one good kid you guys made."

Chuck rolled his eyes. "She's one month old. How can she be your favorite? And all my children are wonderful, Jack! I personally find red hair beautiful." It was second nature for him to defend his children.

"Trust me, it was not beautiful on Bart.

"I believe you."

"I can see it working on Rosie. Henry, Charlotte and Rosie. God, nephew, you've stocked up."

Chuck smiled. "And lucked out, Jack."

"Yeah, yeah, if only your sex life was as exciting as mine and Georgina's..."

"Whatever you say, uncle."

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AN: Okay, this chapter feels like a hot mess for me. Gah-ros. Oh well. are you angry that I brought Bart up? Made him a ginger? Hey, it's the only revenge I could inflict, you know? I'm sorry this is so yuck... Have a great day! xoxo