A/N: I'm sick. It's snowing (nearly ten inches already!). And I'm writing this. I'm really hoping you review...But I s'pose, even when I'm grouchy and sick, the story alert adds and favorite story adds suffice. However, I really would love love love it if you just picked out a favorite, or even least favorite, part or quote from the chapters...The reviews that I get help me a lot. Even if it's constructive criticism. I still love it :)
Thank you to Michelle for her nitpicky qualities that helped to make this chapter great! ;)
P.S.: I do not live with Blair or Chuck. I am not part of Gossip Girl; Because of these two things, there is no way that I can say I am the owner of the great show...
Speak
"Blair, talk to me. Please," Chuck whispered as his grip on her hand morphed into a vice-like grabbing. He saw her face contort into a grimace, and he immediately loosened his fingers. There were white marks where his thick hand had been.
"I-" her voice cut itself off with a stifled sob and she fell out of his arms. He had no idea how to handle this. He didn't know what was wrong, and it was a situation where he wasn't so sure he would be able to fix her.
She needed to talk to him. That was all he needed. To have a clue here.
"Honey," he gagged in his mind because he never, ever, ever used pet names. Not with anyone. It was totally foreign to him.
"Please, Blair, just tell me what's going on. If you relapsed, you'll get through it. I'll help you, I swear. And I'll quit being such an ass," he whispered on her forehead as he peppered a few kisses on her creased brow line.
"Chuck, I'm...er..." he watched something in her face switch dramatically and he steeled himself. That was complete determination on her face. He was able to tell that she would get the words out if it was the last thing she did. Even he knew, possibly better than anyone else, that Blair Waldorf did not trail off, nor did she stutter.
"I'm pregnant," she said in a prim voice, raising her chin slightly. "And if you have a problem with that, you can just leave right now. Or...I can leave because this is your hotel room..." She shook her head as he noticed her confident resolve falter for a minute. "Either way, we'd be done."
Chuck let out a small gasp and puffed out his lips. He stood up from the floor and tried to absorb her words. He attempted to arrange them in such a way that didn't horrify him. Come hell or high water, he did love her, and he didn't want her to be hurting.
So much for that.
"Bastard," she said coldly as she stared into his eyes with tears in her own.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and then realized that she had take his reaction incorrectly. He jogged after her as she began a pregnant-lady-taking-care-of-business paced walk. Chuck caught his breath for a moment and decided to use words instead of inducing a coronary on his non athletic heart.
"Blair!" he bellowed in a hollow voice as she scrambled to throw some clothes in a bag. He watched her in awe as she didn't fold one article of her expensive couture.
"Damn," he muttered to himself. However, he finished his thought in his mind. She sure is persnickety when she's pregnant. Knowing Blair, she would hear him with her always-alert ears.
"So what? You're going back to Nate now? You really think he'll let you come back to him..." he trailed off and chuckled mirthlessly.
"He will," she snapped back in his general direction with a bite to her voice. "Because he knows that you wouldn't handle this properly. Nate loves me and would take care of my child because of that. He wouldn't care that he wasn't the father."
His face fell slightly as her words sunk in. They hurt, those words. They cut deeply in his soul and heart. It was like little daggers being plunged into every part of him over and over again as he replayed her small speech.
Then Chuck smirked. She's so sure... If only she knew... he thought.
He stalked over to her with strangely light steps. He grabbed her hand and was slightly surprised when she didn't yank it back. Instead, she took his other hand and looked up into his eyes.
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She knew that she couldn't hate him. She also knew that her emotions really weren't this unstable yet, she was simply trying to prepare Chuck for when they were. Even if it was an unconscious effort, it was still clear to her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she fell into his chest and buried her head against his soft shirt, which was still soaked with brown, rust-colored liquid. "I overreacted. I know you'll be great, Chuck," she murmured as she lay her ear against his chest and listened to his calming heart-beat.
She felt a strange loss as his body heat left hers and he turned to look out the window.
"I have to be honest, Blair. I'm scared shitless. I'm not in any way ready to be a dad," he said with sardonic drops coming off of every word.
Her eyes welled up with watery tears and they fell fast and at a steady pace. She looked at his face and studied it as he turned around to look at her. She wasn't even aware of her sobs until he came over to start rubbing her back gently. The switching of moods from the both of them was giving her emotional whiplash and she was suddenly very tired.
"But," he muttered into her hair. She could feel the reluctance reverberate in her ears and let out another gasp of tear-soaked air.
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"I do like you an awful lot, in case you didn't know...I may not say it often, but I do love you, Blair. So I will stick with you through all of this. And I'll do this because I care. And I don't want you with anyone else because I'll get crazy jealous and you won't like Chuck Bass when he's jealous," he whispered as an afterthought.
He felt her head turn in his arms and looked down at her strained face. He saw exhaustion in every pigment of her pale white skin. Her tired attitude oozed from her pores and he stroked her face comfortingly.
"How is Chuck Bass when he's jealous? Tell me," she murmured as she folded her lips over his and then pecked him a few more times. He smiled during the fourth kiss and formulated an answer.
"So, story time, is it?" He asked.
"No," she replied with a confused look gracing her beautiful porcelain face.
"You're exhausted, Blair...I don't want that kid to lose sleep, either. Get into bed and I'll tell you a story. None of that pre-slumber prep stuff, either. Straight to bed, tonight, or you'll regret it," Chuck tapped his index finger on the tip of her nose and she pranced into bed.
"Out of idle curiosity, what would my punishment have been?" She whispered in a questioning purr.
"You don't want to know..." he said as he wrapped his arms around her body and kissed down her jawline. Before he got too carried, away he remembered the reason for being there in the first place.
"Alright, are you ready? All settled?" he whispered into her hair as she nuzzled her back against his chest.
"Mhmm..." came her dreamy response.
"Good. Now, none of this leaves this bedroom, Waldorf. Just because I love you and you're carrying my child in there," he said, rubbing her abdomen affectionately, "doesn't mean I can't still take you down."
Chuck felt Blair's body shake with a silent laugh and she replied, "When has anything that happened in this bedroom stayed in this bedroom?"
So, Mr. Bass began telling Ms. Waldorf of all the times she had made him crazy jealous. The occurrences ranged, astonishingly, from preschool to now, and she laughed after each short story. The couple hadn't ever shared an experience like this, and it was new for them to not be throwing crude or lewd comments at one another.
It was, however, something they could get used to.
A/N: Now, you're damn lucky you got this out of me, haha. I have a headache the size of Alaska right now, but I just couldn't handle not finishing the chapter! I know it was short, but I'm really hoping that I might be able to crank out a longer one tomorrow :). I am also aware that Nate's POV was not present in this chapter. That'll come later, I promise... There's also a LOT of Chair fluff. I may gag, but I know lots of people love the fluff, and I just couldn't resist. Even when I'm sick, I still get in fluffy moods. I hope everyone enjoyed :).
