A/N: Hey there. Sorry it took so long to get this up. I am behind on review replies, which I apologize for. However, please be aware that I am grateful for each one. I know it's annoying to review sometimes, so I appreciate you taking the time.

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"Chuck? It's Dan...Humphrey. I know I'm not on the list of people you want to talk to, but I have a favor to ask. It's about your jet..."

"Want to know where I got it?" the voice smarmed, but there were no hard feelings behind it.

"Maybe in a few years," Dan joked back.

"Then what can I help you with Humphrey?"

"Actually, it's about Blair–"

Chuck cut in. "Is she alright?"

"She's fine" Dan answered just as quickly. Then after a beat, he added, "She's...pregnant, actually."

It was silent for a moment. "Congratulations," Chuck said finally, and Dan was relieved to hear it sounded genuine.

"Thanks. We're really excited," Dan replied back, hoping Chuck couldn't detect the smile that spread across his face every time he thought of the news.

"So what does this have to do with my jet?" Chuck asked.

Dan breathed out a laugh. "Right. Well, I'm about to head out on this book tour, and I need to be able to get home quickly if anything were to happen."

"Are you anticipating a problem?"

"No. But I should probably mention that she's having twins, therefore considered high-risk. Anything could arise at any point," Dan said, feeling nervous at the thought.

Chuck let out a laugh. "Twins? Leave it to Blair to go one step above everyone."

Dan couldn't help but join in. "I know," he laughed.

Chuck's tone got serious. "I have a few extra jets gathering dust at LaGuardia. Go ahead and use one for the whole tour. It'll cut hours of traveling time, and you would be back to Blair before she could call 911."

Dan breathed out a sigh of relief. "Really? Thank you so much."

"It's not a problem. The jet and its crew are yours for the next six weeks. Go wherever you'd like."

"I really appreciate this, Chuck. I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important," Dan said honestly.

"I know," he replied. A muffling of sounds was heard in the background. "I'm sorry, but I have to go to a meeting. I'll have my secretary call with the arrangements."

"Okay. Well...thanks again," Dan said, unsure of what else to say.

"You're welcome."

Hanging up the phone, Dan felt a hundred pounds lift off his chest. Not only would he be able to get back to Blair quickly, but now that the jet was his, he could shorten each trip by a day. He packed up his briefcase and headed to Lindsay's office to tell her the good news.

::

The next few weeks flew by, and before they knew it, Blair was twenty-four weeks. Hitting this mark of the pregnancy allowed them both to breath a huge sigh of relief, knowing it was their viability day. Even though they were itching to meet their girls, they did not want to see them anytime soon. So far there had been little complications and they wanted to keep it that way.

Thankfully, Dan's first two legs of the book tour came and went uneventfully. He had been able to cut the trips down from five to four– all thanks to the Bass jet. Blair had been thrilled at the news, but was kept in the dark about the reason why. Serena and Nate had been on standby for both weekends, if anything was to happen, and even spent a few nights with her. Blair busied her days with photography clients and helping Vanessa put the final touches on her wedding.

James and Vanessa married the first weekend of June. They kept things simple, inviting only close friends and family, and having the ceremony at city hall. Blair and Serena worked their magic and transformed Rufus's art gallery into a mini reception hall. At first, they had both tried to persuade Vanessa into having it at a restaurant or hotel, but Vanessa would not be swayed. In the end, both friends remembered their own wedding day and realized it was her wedding day and caved.

It ended up being a memorable night. Leo looked adorable in his mini suit and tie, and every guest danced the night away. Blair was responsible as ever, staying off her feet most of the evening and instead observing the party around her. But when Dan – looking dapper as ever – bowed slightly in front of her and offered his hand for a dance, she couldn't possibly resist.

And as she swayed to the music, resting her head on his chest and melting into him as much as possible, she watched Vanessa. James was twirling her around and dipping her low, even though it was a slow song. She was positively glowing with newlywed love and Blair remembered the feeling with a smile. The I-couldn't-be-happier-and-more-in-love-than-I-am-now feeling. She felt Dan press his lips to her head and she reveled in the thought of how wrong she was.

::

The week after Vanessa's wedding, Blair and Dan had another ultrasound. Each time their eyes were practically glued to the screen, neither looking away for a second. The doctor announced yet again that their girls were growing right on target and everything looked great. Blair continued to be a rock-star patient, carrying the girls as healthy as ever. Besides the expected exhaustion, she looked and felt great, finally dampening her anxiety of something going wrong by a little. Even though she was still waiting for the other ball to drop, she couldn't fight the nesting urge that overtook her.

Thrilled to finally put one of the extra bedrooms to good use, Blair started designing the nursery. She decided the project would be a nice distraction from Dan's next two trips, and also realized that if she didn't order the furniture and fabric soon, the twins would arrive before they did.

Another thing on the agenda? Names. So when they arrived back home from the ultrasound, Blair took off her shoes and lowered herself on the couch, gathering the courage to approach the subject out loud.

Taking the glass of water Dan handed to her, she announced, "I'm ready to talk names."

And Dan's heart leapt. Up until this moment, Blair had refused to even discuss names, let alone buy a book of them. He had been waiting for this conversation for weeks.

"Really?" he asked, blinking in disbelief.

Taking a sip, Blair nodded. "Yes. I think I'm ready to start. I have no idea how, but..."

"Don't worry," Dan finished. "I have come up with a system that will help us pick the perfect names." Quickly he stood up and left the living room, leaving a very confused Blair. She heard some rustling and shutting of kitchen cabinets before he appeared in the room again, a stack of colored notecards in hand. Sitting on the couch opposite of her, he placed the cards on the coffee table separating them.

Blair picked one up. "Notecards?" she asked, still perplexed.

"Yup. I want you to write down your favorite first names on the blue cards, and your favorite middle names on the yellow cards. I'll do the same. Then once we're done, we can pick one from each category and find a pair of names we love best." He split the stack of cards into their respective colors. "I was thinking we could spread them all out on the nursery floor, and over the next few weeks, swap some names and pick a few combos. And we can always add and veto names as we think of them."

Blair couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. "My, my Daniel," she said with an impressed grin. "I have to say, this is a very well thought-out idea."

Dan smiled proudly. "Thanks. Picking four names is a daunting task."

"Tell me about it," Blair sighed, wondering how on earth they would choose. "There are so many names out there."

"Yeah. But we still have plenty of time. Using the cards at least gets us thinking about it."

"I suppose," she said, writing down the names she'd loved since childhood. At least it's a start.

::

"Daniel!" Blair yelled a few days later, shutting the front door behind her.

Dan smirked from his spot in the kitchen. "Yes dear?" he replied back, all too sweetly. He watched as she appeared in the room, scowl upon her face.

"Don't call me dear," she said icily, narrowing her eyes.

From her response, Dan could tell she was not in a lively mood.

"You're about to love me in about ten seconds," she said, dropping her purse where she stood.

Dan smiled and walked over to her. Feeling playful, he teased, "Aww, Blair, but I already love you!" He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close as her stomach would allow.

Blair's face never softened. "Well, you'll love me even more." She pecked him on the lips before stepping out of his embrace, ignoring his frown at her less than usual affection. "We're going to talk names again."

"Good!" Dan said. "Should we go up to the notecards?"

"Yes," she answered tautly. "We should. Now would you be a dear and hand me my notebook? It's in my purse." She pointed to the floor, ignoring his amused grin, and made her way up the stairs. Her stomach had now made it near impossible to pick up things off the ground, let alone put on her shoes. Dan somehow did not see this as the burden Blair did, simply loving being able to help her more. Blair, however, found it quite annoying.

A few moments later, Dan joined her in the nursery, handing over her purse.

"I wrote down a list today," Blair announced, opening up her notepad and carefully sitting on the ground. "So I have to transfer them onto the notecards."

"Oh! I actually wrote down a few today too," Dan said, picking the nameless blue cards off the floor.

Blair let out a laugh. "Oh no no no, Daniel. We won't be needing the blue cards. This, in my hands, is a list of names we are not using."

And that explains her mood, Dan thought, sighing audibly. "I should have seen this coming."

"Hush." Blair cleared her throat and focused on the list. "Under no circumstances are we naming our children Michael, Hannah, Debra, John, Christine, or Sophia." She paused for a moment in thought. "Or...Lindsay," she added spitefully.

Dan was beyond confused. "First of all...Michael and John? We're having girls. Secondly, Blair, those are completely random names. And have no significance to us whatsoever. Why would we even consider–"

Oh.

He tried biting his tongue to keep from saying anything, but he was in the mood to rile her up. Blair, on the other hand, had busied herself with picking up green notecards– the new color for rejected names. He saw her continually look at him from the corners of her eyes; she knew he had figured her out.

"Blair?"

"Yes, Dan?" she feigned innocence, eyes glued to the name she was recopying.

"What did Sophia do to you today?" he asked, leaning against the doorway.

She raised her chin slightly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Isn't Sophia the woman at the fabric store? What did she do?"

"She ordered the wrong fabric!" she huffed. "And now the fabric for the girls' nursery will be here next week, instead of today."

"And Hannah?"

Blair rolled her eyes. "The cashier at Dean & DeLuca. She had the nerve to ask me if I was having twins."

Dan laughed. "You are having twins."

She gave a tight smile. "I know. I was just unaware that it was obvious I was having twins."

"It's not, so forget about her," he shrugged. She still looked unconvinced. Determined to prove the fact, he walked over and took her hands, pulling her up from the ground. "Blair." She refused to meet his gaze.

"Blair," he said again, and she finally met his eyes. "Please believe me when I say you look fucking amazing," he told her completely truthfully. He snaked his arms around her waist and leaned in close to her ear. "And sexy as hell."

It was all he had to say for Blair to crash her lips against his, prompting an uncontrollable moan from both sides. When they finally broke away from each other, Blair's eyes were clouded with lust, and she couldn't help but take his hand and lead him into their bedroom. She had never wanted him more than that second, and she wasn't going to waste any time. They had by no means stopped being...affectionate towards each other since she became pregnant. But they had been careful. It had been a while since they clawed at each other's clothes like insatiable teenagers. Within minutes they were crying each other's names and exhausted for a whole new reason.

::

A few nights later, Dan woke up feeling burning hot. He groggily realized it was all thanks to Blair, who was snuggled so tightly next to him he could barely breathe. She leaned up and peppered kisses across his face. "Wake up," she whispered softly, tracing his lips with her finger.

"I'm up," he whispered back. He reached up and kissed her hand.

"I don't want you to go."

And Dan's heart broke a little. He sighed, "I know."

"No," she said shaking her head, and burying it in the crook of his neck. "I really don't want you to go."

"Does it help that I don't want to go either?" he tried.

"No."

"Does it help that I'm taking you somewhere when I get back?" He felt her breath hitch against his skin.

"Maybe," she confessed. "Keep talking."

He sat up, expecting to blink at the sun streaming through the windows. Instead, he was greeted by darkness. He glanced at the clock and mildly noted that it was three in the morning. "What would you say to a little vacation?" he posed, ignoring the time.

This perked her up. "What? Where? When?"

He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. "It's a surprise," he laughed, excited to see her excited.

Her smile faded. "Wait, I can't fly."

Fully prepared for the question, he answered confidently. "I called your doctor and asked for permission. He said as long as there is a hospital nearby, we're fine. In fact, I made sure we'll be within thirty miles of a Level III NICU just in case," he said, laying a hand on her stomach. He added quietly, "And we are taking a certain someone's jet, so the flight will take half the time."

Blair stared at him in shock. "Chuck?"

Dan nodded. "Yup."

"You called him?"

"Yeah. I actually called him a few weeks ago. I wanted to ask that if anything were to happen while I'm on the book tour, I could use a jet and get home quickly. He has since grown his corporate fleet by two planes, so he gave me one for the whole tour." His voice sounded just as surprised as it had when Chuck made the original offer.

"You called him?"

"I wasn't going to take any chances Blair. And even though you have both moved on, he still cares about you. He didn't even hesitate to say yes."

Her eyes widened. "Wait, is that why–"

"My tour is shorter?" he finished. "Yeah. He gave me the jet for a six weeks."

"That was nice of him," she said softly. She pressed her lips to his cheek. Still against his skin, she murmured, "But you're still going though."

"Yes, but once I get back, you'll be leaving with me."

"So you're not telling me where we're going?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Just pack for someplace warm." He kissed her again before turning off the light and lying back down in the sheets, pulling her close. "Also, why are you awake?"

"Hmm," she hummed, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I knew you would be gone when I woke up. I wanted to say goodbye again. Sorry for waking you."

"It's okay," he said quietly, knowing they would both succumb to sleep soon. "I'll be home before you know it."

::

And he was.

Blair was beyond excited for their vacation (she refused to call it a babymoon) and kept her mind off of Dan's absence by packing and shopping. Wasting not one moment of his free schedule, Dan had Blair meet him at the hanger, practically shooing Lindsey off the plane and embracing his wife with open arms. "I missed you," he said once he stopped kissing her.

"I missed you more," Blair replied with her signature smile. Accepting the hand he offered, she followed him into the plane. "Look what I brought!" she said in a sing-song voice. After rustling through her bag, she held up the stack of extra blank notecards. "Just in case we think of more names!"

"Good thinking," he said smiling, taking the cards from her.

"That's not all!" That devilish grin that made him weak in the knees appeared on her face.

His smile faded when he saw the Breakfast at Tiffany's DVD in her hand. "Again?" he complained harmlessly.

"You love me," she stated, handing him the movie to set it up.

An hour later, they were cuddled up together. Just as the midway point of the movie neared, Dan got up. "Where are you going?" she whined. Pouting softly, she continued, "I was so comfortable. You know how hard it is these days."

Dan reached into her bag and pulled out the green notecards. Pen in hand, he wrote on two of them before facing her again.

"Two more names are being added to the 'off-limits' list."

"This should be interesting," she said with a wry smile.

"Audrey and Tiffany."

Blair frowned. "But Audrey is such a beautiful name!"

"No way," he said adamantly. She would not win that fight.

She sighed. "Fine."

He smiled in defeat. "Good. And while we have the green notecards out, I would like to add a few more."

Blair's mouth twisted into a wry smile. "Do I even want to know?"

Dan cleared his throat. "Anything similar to people we know, especially people who have caused drama in our lives. For example: Charles or Charlotte, Georgia, Carter, and Katerina for that matter."

Amused, Blair laughed. "Anything else?"

"None that I can think of now."

"Good," she said, reaching her hand out for him. "Now come back here. You messed up my comfy position." He obliged immediately, and allowed her to curl up as close as she could until they landed in Palm Beach.

"I can already smell the ocean," Blair said the minute the doors opened, closing her eyes at the aroma that surrounded her.

"We're not even off the tarmac," Dan chuckled, directing her towards their waiting car.

"I know. I am just so excited to lay out in the sun and enjoy the last vacation we will probably have for a while."

And a relaxing vacation they had. The entire five days, they both basked by the beach, enjoying each other's company to no end. They even did some shopping for their little ladies, buying each a beach bonnet and another bathing suit. And when they returned home to Brooklyn, more relaxed and tanned than before, they weren't even sad to end their vacation. Better things were arriving soon.

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