Chuck woke up not knowing where he was. He then remembered, he was at the cabin with Blair. She had on his buttondown and was fast asleep next to him. He looked over at the small alarm clock, it was 6:30. "Blair." he said in a low tone.
"Yeah Baizen." Blair murmmbered. She saw Chuck's face get red with anger, but her head knew he wouldn't touch her. "Calm down Chuck! I know it's you. So get your face over here." Chuck's face lost its color as he leaned down next to Blair. "What do you say about a quicky." Hearing those words Chuck smirked and plunged himself into her. Her screaming his name was louder then usual and the just toppled off the bed, breathles. "Let's say that, that never happened.
"Deal. Just remember if that child is a boy you will be carrying a little Chuck Bass."
"That hurts to think about, we have to get back to the city. You of course ruined my relxing day-"
"Yes, but wasn't making love more entertaining."
"I could agree, but then you will be right." Blair rolled her eyes at Chuck. Sometime he was an idiot, but she ,oved him anyway.
"But you know how much I like to see you wrong."
"What I d know is right is that we have to get our lazy butts off this bed and go to our plane." Blair got off the king sized matress and waited form Chuck to get up also.
"I will need my shirt back." Chuck had this weird grin on his face. Blair un buttoned the shirt to show her in a purple lace bra and panty set. She knew how he had a fondess for un latched it letting her boobs sparawl down her chest. Chuck lowered himself under the covers to hide his boner. In a flaash she was some how in a black flowy shirt with a pair of dark washed jeans. "I've only seen you in jeans one other time."
"Do I look fat?" Blair asked.
"No it is sort of turning me on." Chuck admidted.
"Oh is it." Blair walked around to the bed. Pushing him off the side of the bed hitting against the floor with a thud. "Is it still turning you on still, Bass."
"This angry side of you never didn't turn me on."
"Maybe I can help you a little if you get up."
"Under those circumstances I think I can cooparate." Chuck got off the floor and picked the shirt from off the bed. He buttoned hit up and looked around for his pants. The laid in a heap on the ground. He slid them up fumbling with the zipper. "Blair wears my shoes?"
"I hope with mine in the front of the house."
"So do I." Chuck muttered under his breath. Hoping his fiancee didn't hear.
"How about we just take the plunge, right here right now. Theres a little chaple half a mile down. No one will really reconize us around here, and who cares what Bart says. I found out that my grandfather left me a small fortune and we could live off that till Waldorf's new line comes out next month. I'm sure I can get something out of that."
"Blair, I have a plan, just follow my lead, we will susceed." Chuck assured her. "Put the ring on your neck, I got you a gift." Chuck fumbled around in his pockets and pulled out a small Tiffany's box. It held a platnuim chain. "I don't want to lose you. We can't be together right now, but until we can I want you to have me on you wherever you go." He slid the ring off Blair's finger and laced it onto the chaine. Blair had a numb expression on her face which didn't know wether to be mad or happy. He strapped it on her neck brushing his figners against her back. Blair shivvered at his touch. "You know we're in danger." Blair nodded with a slight smile.
"When I'm with you I'm fearless, now I'll be fearless with you gone also."
"I'll never be gone."
"I hope that." Blair grabbed his tie and dragged him down the stairs, to where their shoes were laying. Chuck sighed in relief. "I thought Chuck Bass never left overnight without a change of clothes."
"Chuck Bass was worried about you, and forgot his clothes on the plane."
"Your ridiculous." Blair laughed. They slid their shoes on and stood up. "Forgot my bag." Blair squeaked. She ran into the kitchen and pulled a small Louis Vuitton bag out.
"I never thought Blair Waldorf used the kitchen."
"I tried to make coffee but, Blair Waldorf doesn't use the kitchen."
"You want coffee, one second." CHuck glided into the kitchen and put some coffee beans in the coffee maker. Chuck clicked some switches and coffee spewed out into a mug. He grabbed some skim milk and splenda and poured it into the black liquid. Charles handed the glass to Blair who graciously accepted it.
"Thanks! Where did you learn how to make coffee like this." Blair took another sip.
"In France I was poor for a short while."
"That's why you came Back?" Blair asked. Chuck shamefully nodded. Blair finished the coffee and put the cup on the counter. Blair looked un-fased by the news.
"Are you mad cause I ca-"
"Calm down, are you pregnant cause your hormones are nuts."
"Let's go." Chuck fully advised.
'Good idea." Blair grabbed her bag again and they left the house. They walked to a driver. "You had this all planned did you." Chuck just smirked. He totally did. They entered the limo which roared to life. It zoomed towards the heli-pad. It stopped, making Blair's stomach lurch. Wasn't morning sickness supposed to stop. She stummbled out of the limo, Chuck didn't notice. They headed onto the jet sitting down on a couch, his hands wrapped around Blair's waist squeezing her closer. Blair's head leaned against Chuck's shoulder, her curls brushed around her face. "One day there will be a Nicolas Sparks book about our love story, except this time neither one of us is dying. We can end up like the Notebook, dying in each others arms. Doesn't that sound better than dying in a mudslide or of leukimia."
"Let's talk about us now not later, actually forget about that, let's not talk at all."