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Chapter 12

22 Weeks Pregnant

Today Blair and Chuck were meeting with the Theodore at their 'desired location' according to Bart. Blair wore her best blouse and skirt she even curled her hair for this. First impressions were important. Chuck on the other hand settled on a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Slow down," Blair told Chuck, reaching for her purse. "I need to check my glucose level." She grabbed the glucose meter that she had been given after being informed she had gestational diabetes. She pricked her finger and put it on the strip, waiting for the results.

"Good?" Chuck asked, glancing at the device in Blair's hand. She nodded and put her finger to her mouth to get the excess blood.

"Good," she said and put it back in the purse. "My levels have been good the past few days."

"How are you so calm right now?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Blair, we're going to meet with people who are taking our kid. That doesn't bother you at all?"

Our kid. Blair swallowed and bit her lip, "I try not to think about it Chuck, it's easier that way. It bothers you? Why?"

Chuck shrugged, "I don't know."

"Chuck, why does it bother you?"

Chuck's grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles were white. "I don't like the idea of someone else raising my child. I grew up being raised by nannies my whole life, never my real parents. Now I'm gonna do the same thing to my offspring."

"What are you saying Chuck?"

"What I'm saying Blair, is I don't want to give the baby away to these people."

And Blair's heart dropped. She had readied herself for this day, the day all the paperwork would be filled out, and the baby would no longer be hers. For the day at the hospital where she would hand over her baby. And now here Chuck was, ruining it all.

"Too late Chuck."

"It's not too late," Chuck said, pulling off the road and onto the side. "What if we did this Blair? What if we actually have this baby and raise it? Why can't we? We're seniors, by the time it's born so we don't have to find a sitter-"

"Chuck, we can't have the baby. We can't raise one."

"Yes we can, why can't we?"

"Because I don't want this baby Chuck. I may have thought I did, but I don't. I'm not ready to be a mom, it'll ruin my 10 year plan-"

"So you don't want your own child because it doesn't fit in with your plans? Well guess what princess, plans change." Chuck yelled.

"Plans do change! But not this one Chuck! We're giving this baby to the Theodore's. Drive." Chuck cursed under his breath and pulled the car off the side of the road, his tires squealing as he did so. He turned the radio up and drove without speaking to Blair.

Chuck pulled up to a house, no, a mansion. It was at least three stories, and twice as large as his. He pulled into the mile long driveway and parked the car. The front door opened and Mrs. Theodore was standing there, a dress on, pearls around her neck, and a smile plastered across her face. Blair got out before Chuck and started walking to the house. "Hello!" the woman smiled. Her blonde hair was pinned back into a perfect bun.

"Hi," Blair smiled. She looked back and saw Chuck walking up the stairs to where they were standing. "I'm Blair and this is Chuck."

"Come on," she moved aside and ushered them inside. Blair looked around the room she was in. White. White walls, white couches, with rugs. Too much white. A man turned the corner in a business suit and introduced himself as Jonathon. They all sat down on the couches and that's when Blair saw a giant piano across the room with a girl sitting at it. "That's Jordana, our 10 year old daughter. After her, we weren't able to conceive and have more."

"She plays piano?" Blair asked.

"Since she was 2. She plays almost 10 hours a day," Jonathon's wife, Melissa beamed.

"You've got to be kidding me," Chuck mumbled under his breath. Jonathon's phone rang and he excused himself to answer it.

"I'll go get us some water," Melissa said and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll be right back."

"You really want our kid playing the violin for 10 hours a day like that kid?" Chuck asked once both Theodore's were out of hearing range. "That kid probably hates her life."

"They're just trying to set a good future for her, there's nothing wrong with that," Blair defended.

"You're out of your mind. I need a cigarette," Chuck rolled his eyes and left the living room to go outside. Blair sat and waited for Melissa to return. When she did, she had four glasses and a pitcher of water in her hands. "Chuck needed a minute to himself," Blair explained Chuck's absence.

"There's a lot we'd like to discuss with you and Chuck… starting with the gender, is it known yet?"

"Yes, girl," Blair thought back to the day at the hospital when Serena told her.

A small frown took over Melissa's face, "Wasn't what we wanted, but it's not a problem. Jonathon and I already have names picked out. Michael for a boy and Bobbi-Jean for a girl," Melissa said, crossing something off of a list she had. "And how far along are you?"

"Twenty-two weeks along."

"Alright, we're going to need an amniocentesis test as soon as possible, you know, to check if there's any defects with the infant."

"She ain't doing it," Chuck said, walking in the room and behind Blair. "What's next on that list?" he asked rudely. Blair looked up at Chuck, what was his problem?

"Well, Bart said you would be willing to anything. It's not to hurt the baby Blair, I had one with my first child and nothing happened, it's to benefit the baby," Melissa explained.

"I guess I could consider it," Blair shrugged.

"Amazing," Melissa smiled and Jonathon rejoined them in the living room. He sat next to his wife and Chuck resumed his spot next to Blair on the white sofa. "Next, the whole process itself would of course be a closed adoption."

"But Bart said we could see the baby whenever we wanted," Blair interrupted.

Jonathon nodded, "Well, that was before we put some consideration into it. That would just confuse the child, who are these people who keep visiting me? It would benefit the infant to have a closed adoption, with just us as their parents. You understand don't you?"

"No, I don't. Why don't you elaborate on why that's such a good idea?" Chuck asked, raising his voice.

"I understand," Blair nodded. Chuck gave her an irritated look and rolled her eyes. "What else?" she asked.

"I got a question," Chuck interrupted. "This is my DNA, so what do you plan on doing with it?"

"Well, most likely the same things out first child did. Play an instrument of course; learn another language at a young age, classes in proper etiquette, and who knows? Maybe even a sport or two. I've always loved horseback riding," Melissa smiled.

"Horses are lovely," Blair smiled, but Chuck could tell it was fake. "Is there anything else you need to discuss?"

"One subject I'd like to touch upon is classes for you Blair, like birthing classes. I'd like you to take those, will that be a problem?"

Blair shook her head, "That will be fine."

"Awesome," Melissa smiled. "Would you look at the time," she laughed. "It's been almost an hour, I'm sorry to keep you so long. I'd like to stay in contact, so if anything I will reach Bart."

"Not a problem," Blair smiled and shook both Mr. and Mrs. Theodore's hands goodbye. Chuck opted for walking past both of them and straight to his car. "I apologize for his behavior."

Three Days Later

The Theodore's had set up an appointment at their choice of OBGYN doctor for Blair to get the amniocentesis test. Bart demanded Chuck go along with Blair and accompany her to the remainder of doctor appointments until the child was born. Chuck and Blair were in the car, the doctors location in Blair's GPS on her phone.

"Are you sure you want this Blair?"

"We have to Chuck."

"Blair, that's where you're wrong. We don't have to do anything. We don't have to listen to my dad, or these fucking Theodore's. It's not to late to say no. Do you want this? If you want this, we can do it."

Blair nodded, "I want this," she croaked.

Chuck let out a breath, "You're positive?"

She nodded and bit down on her lip as tears filled her eyes. "I don't want to give up my baby, Chuck," she cried, tears now on her face. "I don't want her to play the violin 10 hours a day, and be forced to take these stupid classes, and learn new languages. I don't want to take this stupid test and harm her. I don't want her to have nannies, and I don't want her to have someone else as a mom. I want to raise my baby; I want my baby to love me. But I don't know how to make that possible."

"With my help," he said, and took her hand that was resting on her leg. "We can do it Blair. I'll turn the car around right now if you tell me too. Screw everyone else, let's do what we want to do."

"You're dad will be so mad," she said, trying to stop her crying.

"Screw him, I don't care what he thinks, Blair. I never had, why would I start now?"

"Turn the car around," she whispered, and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I wanna go back home."

"Yes ma'am," Chuck smiled, and turned the steering wheel, making an illegal U-turn in the middle of the street.

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