A/N: Well, here it goes. Hope it doesn't suck too much :) Also...Reviews! I just checked and I actually got more than I thought, lol. I love you guys for reviewing. I am really happy to know that people respond so well to the story :) So, thank you everyone and you're amazing, in case you didn't know!

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Hormoans

7 weeks later...

"Chuck..." Blair crooned as her hand worked its way around his neck and stroked it teasingly. His eyes shot open instantaneously and he responded very quickly. His hands were on the sides of her face in a moment and the two were flipped immediately.

"Well, it sure is an excellent morning..." he murmured into her lips as their ministrations continued.

"Mmm..." she moaned into the crook of his neck as his kissed descended upon her shoulder and upper arm.

It was slightly surprising to her how much her sex-drive had gone up in the last few weeks. The doctor had told her in the beginning that it was a possibility, but that in most pregnancies there was irritability more than increased libido. She was absolutely certain that the man in bed with her right now, though, was not complaining.

As long as he was happy, so was she.

**********

Nate had restrained from doing anything stupid for so long. He'd busied himself with helping his mother out for the past two months or so and had tried to completely block certain people from his mind.

He hadn't found much success.

Everywhere he turned, it was as if there were something silently mocking him. Bass Industries signs and Dior perfume seemed to assault his senses more than usual. Chuck was on the front page of every newspaper every day, it seemed, and Blair's glowing face often accompanied him.

It was like they didn't even care any longer whether Nate knew. Blair had just dropped him, and Chuck did the same after that night at the gala. Now they were parading around without a care in the world, and it was pissing him off. He didn't know how to avoid them anymore; the pictures, the articles, they plagued him.

The worst part was...She was pregnant. And he'd had to find out through the Times. She couldn't even come back to him to tell him that! It enraged him and when he did find out, he had drunk all of his anger and sorrow away at the Palace, of all places. A part of him had wanted to see them. He wanted them to see what he had become because of their lies and masquerades.

**********

He had to admit, he was enjoying what they had become. Their relationship had hit a new high since the pregnancy had begun. Normal Blair had been replaced by alternate universe Blair; Chuck Bass, being the horn-dog he was, couldn't have been happier about it.

The young billionaire still felt an indescribable guilt, however. He had taken her from his best friend again. It was something that he hated; it was one of his worst vices. And it was also what haunted him in his dreams every single night.

She never knew, of course. It would make her feel worse, and he doubted that the constant sex life they had been having as of the past several weeks would be a real thing any longer. He knew that with the thing - he still had not fully come to terms with it - growing inside of her came all sorts of emotions that could change at any moment.

This also meant that her vixen attitude would most likely disappear soon. It made him want to cry sometimes, it really did. And Chuck Bass was not one to cry too often. Unless it involved the wonderfully amazing experience of sex, of course.

"Blair? You here?" he called hesitantly when he walked in the door.

"In here..." she called back with a strange twinge to her voice. He heard music coming from the kitchen and strolled in, dropping his briefcase on the tiled floor with a thud as he took in the sight of her at the counter.

She was holding an expensive crystal bowl with peach yogurt in it and put a large glob in her mouth slowly. But that wasn't the only thing that had his breath quickening and perspiration tickling the palms of his hands. All she wore was a tight negligee with intricate lace detailing on the top near her neck.

It was like his naughtiest fantasy had come true.

"Hi," she whispered as her index finger beckoned him to come towards her. He nodded in response to her greeting and obliged; he felt like some strange force was causing him to glide over to the angel that had replaced Blair Waldorf. When he was standing in front of her, knees close to giving out, he wrapped his arms around her waist and put them on the marble behind her.

Without saying a word, she dipped her finger seductively in the yogurt and dabbed it on the tip of his nose. After that, she leaned in and kissed it, sucking gently. He let out a slow breath, controlling himself for the moment.

When she pulled away he looked in her eyes. "Well, this is new..." Chuck said with a breaking quality to his voice from attempted self-control. "I love it," he whispered huskily as his face nuzzled her neck with dozens upon dozens of kisses.

**********

Blair whimpered as his lips fell down to her collarbone. She hopped down from the counter and leaned further into him, moaning when their bodies became flush against one another. She wedged her hands in between the two of them and started to unbutton his suit jacket, pushing it off of his chest and letting it float to the floor like a feather.

Her legs turned to mush as they strode back to the bedroom in 1812. She grasped him tighter and his hands drifted down to cup her butt.

"Hmm...Maybe we should stop...I mean, we've-" Blair tried to say, but Chuck silenced her by throwing her back against the duvet of the bed.

"If we stop now, Waldorf, then you really are the true definition of a tease..." he said with a disappointed look donning his face. It disappeared as soon as her hands grazed the nape of his neck though. She loved that his neck was the weak point. It made everything so easy...It was very accessible.

Blair lost all conscious thought, though, when his hands pulled at her hair and he nipped at her ear. She began to pull down his pants in primal instinct and giggled to herself. This was a fun life; it was what she had been missing.

**********

Two weeks later...

One thing was for sure: that sex drive that had thrilled him so much only thirteen days ago? Yeah, that was gone now. It had been replaced with the terribly irritability that Dr. Morrison had told them about.

Chuck had been secretly hoping that said "irritability" was an urban legend, something that was heard of in very few cases, and probably wouldn't happen to dear old Blair. Oh how wrong he had been, though.

After the yogurt incident, Blair had gone ballistic. Everything he did bothered her and she ran very hot and cold. Cravings were starting to come closer together, and of course he was the one that ran out and satisfied each. She wouldn't have it any other way; she didn't want to "inconvenience the help." It baffled him that Blair goddamn Waldorf didn't want hired help to be waiting on her hand and foot.

For some reason, each time, she insisted it be him running out for each of her whims. And then, when he would try and subtly ask for the slightest bit of gratitude, she pushed him away. That was what she was doing right then.

"Chuck...Stop," she said in a flat voice and shoved him away with force. Without thinking, he glanced down at her ever-growing abdomen and she glowered at him.

"What? Am I just that big right now?! And what is with you, bastard? What's with all the pushing for sex, huh? Must just be a symptom of your AIDS," she growled out at him with clenched teeth.

He looked at her in astonishment and she continued her "I'm-pregnant-and-deserve-so-much-better-than-this-mediocre-shit" rant. His mouth had dropped open now, and he didn't even try to close it in a fake attempt to conceal his surprise.

"Oh, oops! Was I not supposed to say that? Maybe I caught your AIDS and I'm going loony too," she said with vigor.

"Well, I'd say that you have the whole loony thing very down pat," he muttered under his breath to himself. But, being Blair, she caught it.

She stomped forward, each of her words being enunciated by a sharp bang of her foot.

"What was that?" she barked, only a centimeter or two from her face.

"Nothing, Blair. Just calm down, alright?" Chuck murmured, stroking the side of her face.

"Don't you touch me! I'm carrying your stupid child inside of me, and it is growing and this is how you repay me?! Trying to "tap that ass" whenever possible... Maybe I should just leave. I think that's what you need. Life without me for a while. Sound good, Bass?"

"Damn, Blair, can I get a word in here?" he snapped back at her, his head whipping around as she flew around the room in a whirlwind.

"No!" she screamed back at him. Tears were falling down her face and Chuck had to hold back laughter. This was a part of the upcoming nine months that he had not been expecting.

"Okay, then, leave..." Chuck said quietly. He fled the room before the smile that was dangerously close to his lips appeared. He sat down at the bar as he heard a suitcase being slammed down on the bed.

Only ten minutes later, he heard the door of the suite slam with a "I don't know if I'll ever come back. Have a nice life, Chuck" being thrown back at him. He felt his heart wrench and held his breath to keep himself from hyperventilating.

She would be back. Whenever they had a fight, it always worked out. She would be back.

**********

Blair felt the limo come to a stop and rested her hands on her belly as the driver came around with her bags and opened the door. She stepped out, dragging a yawn from her lips.

She went into the Hilton and straight up to the front desk, cutting in front of several tourist-looking people in the process. It was like they were able to perceive her importance, though, because they didn't object at all.

It also could have been the fact that she looked very, very frazzled at that moment.

But she preferred to think that she just had an heir of superiority about her, and people were mesmerized by it. Apparently, her pregnancy was also making her incredibly conceited.

After she had gotten her key and one of the bellhops had dropped off her bags, she dropped back onto her bed. All she felt throughout her entire body was exhaustion. There was something tugging at her heart, however.

As she stared up at the dark ceiling, in the room lit only by city lights, she felt something burning in the pit of her stomach. It was like the tears were just on the brink of every part of her. There was a melancholy feeling trying to grasp at her heart. Loneliness was oozing over her soul and she hugged her knees close to her stomach.

In an effort to comfort herself, she rubbed the small child that was beginning its life inside of her womb. It gave her a strange sense of home to do this. She felt the tiniest movement; it was early, though...The doctor had told her this many weeks ago. Blair was probably imagining things in her state of fatigue.

Still she spoke to the little embryo inside of her. It made her feel more at peace; it lulled her to sleep and took the place of Chuck's caresses.

"Hey, little one...I know you won't be here for a very, very long time, but I sure can't wait," she whispered lovingly as her hands roamed on the bare skin of her stomach.

There was a small ripple in response and she smiled, hugging her knees closer to the middle of her body. It made her feel closer to the baby. She felt like she was with him or her right now, and it was like there was finally a happy family.

Because of the kicks and rubs coming from the inside of her abdomen, she was hushed into an amicable sleep. She dreamed of Chuck and a little baby with a question mark for its head. After all, pregnancy brought weird dreams as well.

The young woman had two thoughts before she fell into her tranquil sleep. The first was that she would make amends with all who she had hurt, and this included a certain male with a name starting with 'N'. She second thing that she decided was that Chuck would be forgiven. She needed him; Blair needed the father of her child to be a father and even a husband someday.

Because it wouldn't be the same with anyone else.

A/N: Little bit of everything in this chapter! I know that Nate's POV is dwindling rapidly. I had attempted it quite a few times after the Chair fight, but I just couldn't get it right. So, that is my ultimate goal in the next chapter: Get more Nate! I know that his story hasn't really been resolved yet, and I plan to get that cleanly finished off. I hope everyone enjoyed it!