Never Let Me Go: 13
It was moments like this that Chuck Bass savored. His son Henry, who had just turned five, snuggled against his mother's swollen stomach. His wife, Blair, look more childlike than the boy, sleeping away another afternoon. Charles Bass stood in the doorway of the master bedroom and stared down at his family. They were napping on this rainy Saturday afternoon. Blair and Henry, both dark haired and brown eyed, were definitely mother and son. Chuck couldn't help but stare at them, it was intoxicating.
When he stared at Henry's small hands cupped underneath his cheek, he felt his pride swell. He and Blair had created a beautiful little boy who would one day grow and be a dapper young man. Hopefully the only heartbreaking parts of Henry would be his looks, and not the tactics his father had once possessed. Thoughts of those tactics made Chuck shiver as he looked at the pregnant stomach of his wife. A girl, Bass men didn't produce girls. But the sonogram was clear as day. They were having a girl.
While Blair worried herself with nursery paint swatches and first and middle name combinations, Chuck worried about the Chuck Basses of the world. One day she might come across some boy who was lost, and didn't know what he wanted. He would neglect his daughter and she would cry and pour her heart out for him. It would be a tug of war, a power struggle and then he would realize when it was too late, that he lost her. But that wouldn't stop him and the pair would both be hurt and scared. Chuck Bass did not want that for his tiny princess. He would prefer a Nate Archibald type, but then again the boy wouldn't truly love her.
A girl would be downright confusing for Chuck. He would love her to death, but he would always be frightened. As much as Henry looked like his mother, she looked much more like Chuck. So using logic, Chuck assumed his daughter would look like Blair. A beautiful girl with many admirers, another shiver went down his spine. She would be tempting for any teenage male, a bit of a conquest. It was a sickening thought, maybe he could just have her home schooled and never allow her out? But would that cause her to go through a Jenny Humphrey phase? That was even more frightening. But worst of all would be a Serena Van der Woodsen phase.
"Chuck?" a small voice asked.
Blair's brown orbs stared up at Chuck. He smiled down at his wife.
"Help?" she asked.
Chuck lifted Henry easily from his position and carried him to his small bed. After tucking his boy in, and kissing the mess of brown hair, Chuck returned to his wife. She was snuggled under the covers now, and he could tell that she had pulled her shirt above her stomach. She hated feeling restricted underneath of the material.
"Worrying about having a little girl again Bass?" Blair asked playfully.
"I am terrified of who she'll meet one day," Chuck sighed.
"Hopefully a man similar to her father," and Chuck gasped, "who loves her unconditionally."
"But I was awful at first," Chuck stated.
Blair turned to her husband and sighed. His eyes were pained and she could tell he was remembering back to the negatives of their relationship. When he went to that bad place, she tried to bring him back. Chuck would think of the hospital mostly, and realizing what he had almost lost. That was one of the worst moments of his life, that night and the day Blair said "I do" to another man.
"You were a diamond in the rough," Blair said.
She grasped his chin in her hand and turned his face towards her.
"It took a while to melt the barrier of ice around you, but I did. And although bad things happened, look where we are now. Every tear I ever shed over you Charles Bass, was something gained. And our baby girl will meet someone who loves her, and the only way she'll know she loves him is if she can cry over him."
Chuck shook his head, it wasn't a reassuring statement.
"Trust me Chuck," Blair sighed.
Pregnancy exhaustion was taking over her again. She could feel the tiredness creeping back over her. Chuck watched her eyes flutter shut.
"Some man will tell her he loves her, and she will want him to never let her go," Blair said.
Chuck kissed his wife's temple and tucked her into him.
"Never let me go Chuck," Blair yawned.
"Never Blair Bass, never."
The End. . .
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