A/N: I'm very happy that everyone liked the last chapter. I was so worried that I was going to lose readers due to my decision to lose the baby. But I'm glad that everyone understood why I did it.

svenjen - Yeah, my school kicked me out for having a kid. I would be in my senior year right now. I don't own a car (and I just got another job, so I'll have a car soon) and we don't have enough money for day care, so I had a problem with school and transportation. they wouldn't let me do home study, they wouldn't let me do co-op because they said that being a mother is not a job (BS!), they wouldn't let me do night classes at the local uni because they wouldn't accept credits from anywhere else, and they wouldn't let me go half a day (because my mom would be able to watch the baby until she had to be at work at 11AM) because they said only second-year seniors were allowed to leave before the day is over. They told me I could either come back for the entire day or drop out. I told them that I had no way that I could come back for the entire day, and I refused to drop out, so they kicked me out. And here's the kicker: A girl my age cheated on her boyfriend (who I am now dating) and dumped him when the guy she was cheating with proposed to her, and she dropped out of school to get pregnant. The school councelor started to bring her name up and I told them "She is a psycho, I've had to work with her in class. I am a different person, and if you dare suggest that I follow in her footsteps, I will make sure your name is plastered in every paper within 50 miles". The plan for now is to get my GED...as for college...I dont know if I'll ever have the time and money to go.

Your-Guilty-Pleasure - WHAT???? ONLY HOOKING ARMS????? HUH???????!!!!!!!!!!!

ilovecujo1993 - It's not over, I assure you. Not even close. I'm not sure how far it's going to go, but I've still got some twists to pump out. As for my prom dress, I don't have the money to buy a new one, so I'm going to wear the dress I wore to my sophomore homecoming. It's long and dark teal, it's made out of a flowy, shiny material, and theres some sheer fabric at the top and going around and hanging at the back. It's spaghetti straps, but one strap got broken last time I wore it, so my mom is supposed to fix it for me. I'm wearing these silve sparkle heels that are like 3 inches high, and a clutch puse that matches the shoes. I'm not sure how I'm going to do my hair yet. I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to take care of my baby and be ready to leave when my mom gets home at 8:30.

I finally bribed my boyfriend into watching Gossip Girl, which we shall do tonight. I've got so much going on, so I apoligize for not being able to update as much as I'd like. I've got doctor appointments, meetings, play dates, and orientation. Then my mom is off this weekend which means we will be cleaning like crazy. Then next tuesday my dad is coming to get his stuff, then next Saturday is prom! I'm freaking out.

As for the story, I'm going to twine in some more recent story lines, and then I'm going to put in MY outcome....*wink wink* You'll see what I mean...

CPOV

"Oh my God, I can't wait to get home!" Blair said as I handed her the maxi sundress that Serena had brought for her. It was long and red, with big flowers. She slipped out of the hospital gown and pulled the dress over her head without getting out of the bed.

"We've still got to wait for the doctor to bring your paperwork." I noted, taking the gown from her and throwing it over the back of a chair in the corner.

"I know, I just wish they would hurry up!" As soon as Blair spoke, the doctor came in.

"Well, Mrs. Bass, are you ready to go home?" Blair nodded. "I've got some paperwork for your husband on how to care for you, things to watch for, things like that. I've written a prescription for you for the pain. How are the both of you feeling?" I looked to Blair for her answer.

"I'm sad. I feel like I should have done things differently. I know that we can try again, though, and this time we will do it right." I nodded in agreement.

"If you are both emotionally ready to try again, you can start after your first menstrual period." Blair nodded, and then noticed the wheelchair the doctor had pulled in behind her.

"I'm walking out of here, right?"

"No, Mrs. Bass, you have to go in this wheelchair to your car or taxi. You need to stay at home and in bed for at least three or four days." Blair groaned and her head flopped back into the pillow. I laughed and took the papers from the doctor. "You both take care. Good luck to you." I nodded in thanks, taking the wheelchair and rolling it next to the bed.

"I don't understand," Blair complained as she shifted into the chair, "Why I can't just walk out. I've walked from the bed to the bathroom all day without a problem, I don't see why I have to have this chair just to get out the door."

"Blair, it's all right! You cn walk from the limo to the elevator, and from the elevator to the bedroom, okay?" She groaned, and I pushed her out into the hall. When we reached the waiting room, Serena jumped up.

"Blair, I knew that dress would look amazing! I bought it for you as a wedding present, I stopped by your penthouse to pick it up."

"Thank you, S. I love it." Blair smiled at Serena, and I was suddenly more thankful for Serena's presence here. For the past twenty-four hours, Blair's smiles had ben pained and obviously forced. Serena brought out the first genuine smile I had seen in the hospital.

Serena held Blair's hand as we walked out to where the limo was waiting. "I'm sorry, B. I would come back with you, but I've got to go home and mediate the fight that's brewing. I hate it when it gets like this. But I promise I'll call you later tonight, and I'll come visit tomorrow, okay?" Blair nodded. Serena said her goodbyes and I helped Blair into the limo.

As we finally pulled away from the hospital, I looked at Blair. Now that we were out of the fluorescent hospital lights, I could see how pale and shallow she looked. There was a hint of a dark circle under her eyes. She held herself at an awkward angle, slouched to the side, with one arm wrapped around her waist. "Blair?" She glanced at me. "Are you...are you okay?" I asked cautiously.

She turned away from me to rest the side of her face against the window. "No. I'm not okay. I keep screwing this up."

"Blair, it wasn't your fault."

"It could have been. All the stress? You know for a fact that if I had told you, you would have made me stop putting myself to the grindstone with the wedding, if you didn't just call it off." She looked at me, and I dropped my head in a silent confirmation. "This is the second baby I've lost. It has to be something I'm doing wrong."

"Blair, you didn't do anything wrong. It would have happened if you had told me or not, whether we had gotten married or not, whether I had been drunk or sober when it happened. Nothing we do is going to change it, nothing we could have done would change it. All we can do is grieve and try again." I pulled her to look at me. "I'm not giving up. I want a family with you, and I know we can do it. We've gotten through this much, Blair. We can push through this. If anyone is strong enough to pull through, you are." The limo stopped in front of out building, but I didn't let her go. "Blair, we can do this. You have to trust me." She stared into my eyes for the longest time. After a minute or so, she finally nodded slowly. I reached to open the door, and I took her hand to help her out.

I shut the door to the limo behind her and took her arm, leading her to the entrance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red-haired girl snapping a picture with her cell phone, one that would surely end up on Gossip Girl within the hour. I would have to remember to slip Blair's phone away from her when we got into the penthouse. I didn't want her getting upset again. We had dealt with enough for one day.

Blair clung to my arm as the elevator moved upwards as though she would crumple to the ground at any moment. I had the feeling she wasn't having as easy a time walking as she had let on. I didn't blame her. I wanted to get out of that drab hospital room as well.

The elevator doors finally opened into our penthouse, and I helped her in, turning on lights as we made our way to the bedroom. When we reached the bed, she let go of my arm and leaned against the bed, closing her eyes and inhaling slowly. I was silent for a moment before I touched her shoulder. "Blair?" She didn't open her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Chuck," she whispered with her eyes still closed. I leaned down, slowly and gently touching my lips to hers. She responded before I pulled away. Her eyes were still closed.

"Is there anything I can get you? Anything you need?"

She was silent for a moment, thinking it over. "I think I could eat some real food. Nothing with chicken broth, and nothing to do with jello, please. Maybe some pasta?"

I nodded. "You feel up to eating something?"

"I haven't had anything but broth since the...the reception. Starving myself won't change anything that's happened, it'll only make things harder."

I processed this, and turned to leave, but a single thought stopped me in my tracks. "Blair, not eating when something was bothering you was never your problem." I turned to look at her. "Blair, you have to promise me you're not going to do anything stupid and reckless, like making yourself throw up." Her eyes shifted from mine for a split second, and she nodded. I had to trust her, but I would have to keep an eye on her, and I had an idea of how I was going to do that.

I turned and left, going into the kitchen. I pulled my Blackberry from my pocket and began texting as I put a pot of water to boil. After sending it, I stood drumming my fingers against the counter, staring absentmindedly into the pot of water as it slowly began steaming. I was pouring a box of fettuchini noodles into the pot when my Blackberry began to buzz on the counter. I snatched it and read the incoming text. I felt my lips curl into a satisfied smile. I knew Dorota would agree to become our maid if I offered her twice the pay and an apartment on the floor below us.

I twirled the spoon in the pasta water as I dumped a jar of alfredo sauce into another empty pan. I reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the leftover chicken tenders, tossing them into the microwave and then chopping them up. I strained the pasta, pouring it into two bowls. The sauce was bubbling, and I dumped it over the pasta, topping it with the chicken. I reached into the cabinet for a tray table and placed each bowl on it, along with two glasses of ice water, and picked it up.

When I entered the bedroom, Blair looked up at me with wide eyes. I rushed over, placing the tray on the bedside table. "Blair, what's wrong?" My eyes slid down to the object in her hands.

"Chuck..." she turned her phone for me to read. At the top was a picture of Blair, clinging to my arm as I took her inside the building. She was deathly pale, and she looked even more frail and weak in the picture than she did sitting in the bed. Underneath was a small paragraph.

Gossip Girl here, and I've got the biggest news since the latest pair of Loubatons hit the shelves. Spotted: C practically carrying B, who looked like a corpse. They haven't been seen since the big wedding, but we all assumed they were holed up in the Hamptons for their honeymoon. So what were they doing sneaking back into their penthouse? S also spotted helping Lonely Boy hail a cab outside of the hospital...and Lonely Boy was covered in blood? No picture to confirm this, but I'm sure we're all wondering if the two incidents are connected. I'm going to get to the bottom of this scandal, and you better believe you'll hear it here first. XOXO, Gossip Girl.

I groaned. "Blair, I'm so sorry." She opened the drawer in the bedside table and threw her phone inside, slamming it shut. I handed her the steaming bowl, and she took it. I slid into the bed beside her, watching as she slowly took the first bite.

We were both silent as we ate. Blair was the first to push her bowl away. "Thank you, Chuck." I took both of our bowls and set them back on the table.

"Blair, are you all right?"

"I don't know, Chuck. I feel like I'm walking in a daydream right now." I nodded, and she looked at me. "When do you have to go back to work?"

I cleared my throat. "I've decided that I'm going to take my shares from Bass Industries and invest it somewhere else. Go out on my own. I'll find out tomorrow if I've got it."

"Chuck, that's great," she said while trying to stifle a yawn.

"Blair, we should probablly go to sleep." She nodded, turning the light off next to her. I scooted closer to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and giving her one last kiss on the cheekbone before closing my eyes.

BPOV

I woke up to the sound of Chuck climbing back into the bed. I looked at the clock. "Chuck, it's 8:30, what are you doing?" I turned to see the huge smile on his face. "Chuck, what happened?"

"You are looking at the new owner of the Empire hotel."

A/N: *Dun dun dun!* Now you see what I was talking about. I'm planning on bringing in Chuck's mother, and the Jack Bass plot line...but how will I make the line my own? You'll have to wait and see.

And I would like everyone to note that even though I will be using some of the plot lines from the actual episodes and some actual quotes, as this is a fanfiction I'm going to make it my own. So keep the "He never said that." and the "He didn't say that word, he said this word!" comments to yourself.

That's all I've got for now! Enjoy!

Until next time. XOXO