A/N Hi! I'm sorry for the late update :c My life has been... quite active, actually. My boss has a new boyfriend and although Paul's my boss… the two of them are like really cute together and gay and sweet… What more is there..? Right, I'm broke. I'm really, utterly and awfully broke. It was not only my dad's birthday last Tuesday, but also one of my friend's and Wednesday it was my best friend's. Also, I went to this awesome hip-hop clinic from Vincent Vianen (he's like this really famous choreographer) and I have to say: I'm not a hip-hop person. I'm like Blair Waldorf, people! I actually enjoy opera's and old movies! I don't even want to move that fast D:

Ugh. I am soooooooooooooo broke…

Before I start the actual story: I'm sorry the last chapter was so rushed. I want to finish this story so badly and although the end is coming, I don't see it anywhere yet. I'm trying to update more often, but there are a lot of things going on in my life, so I hope you don't mind if I fail (again)…

I don't own anything!

(also: some of the scenes in this chapter and upcoming chapter have been written before, so the rest is mostly to make it fit…) (I'm going waaay too quick aren't I?) (maybe I'll write a series of one-shots for this story, including the actual wedding) (which will be a one or maybe two shot, by the way ;D)

Blair's world was falling apart and she didn't like it. She hated her life. She hated it how Chuck was always working, how Christine didn't speak to her, how Rose decided her mother wasn't important or fun or interesting enough to hang around with. She missed them. She missed people. She also knew it was probably her own fault that Eric and Tobias were hardly speaking to her, and Nate and Serena couldn't help it if Brooke fell ill. So she sat on the couch, watching Breakfast At Tiffany's for the fortieth time that day. She smiled as George Peppard and Audrey Hepburn fought in the taxi and when they kissed in the rain. Instead of replaying it all over again, she let the credits roll and stared at the screen. Somewhere a phone rang, but it was picked up by one of the staff members. Blair sighed again and picked up another macaroon. One of the maids shuffled towards the sofa and tapped the brunette on her shoulder, muttering something about Rose calling that she was staying at Christine's house.

Great. Even her daughter thought Christine was right. She couldn't wait when the twins came.

~o~o~o~o

"Christine? Auntie Chris?"

The girl knocked hesitantly on the wall next to the elevator. Even though she wouldn't admit it, she liked the Empire. She liked the suite, her room, everything. But somewhere, she still considered the Waldorf apartment a sort of home. The doors opened, but no one came by to see who had come in. The hall was empty and so way the entire living-area. Rose frowned and slipped in the apartment, checking on the rooms until only the balcony was left. She had spent enough time with both Chuck and Christine to know they were very much alike and she also knew what Chuck normally did on a balcony. Well, if her mother was there, too. But Christine had no man, right? Uncle George was still in the hospital, wasn't he? So she walked to the windows and opened them.

"O MY GOD!"

She hit the glass with the back of her head when she stumbled backwards. She had covered her eyes, but she hadn't been fast enough.

"I. Am. Scarred for life, auntie Chris. For life!"

One of the bodies on the chair fell on the ground and a loud and male voice cursed something that definitely wasn't English.

"Rosie? Is that you?" The sleepy voice of her aunt said, and Rose slowly took away her hand from her eyes. She was relieved to see the two had covered themselves up.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk." She looked at the man, and was awfully happy when she noted it was her uncle. "Uncle George! You're back from the hospital!"

Her uncle nodded, his cheeks red. Christine smirked and leaned over, whispering something in his ear. "Don't worry sweetheart, she has walked in on my brother and Blair a few times before, she's just overreacting."

"You sure?" he whispered back, still hesitant and ashamed.

The older brunette nodded. "Very."

Christine looked up to her niece and smiled sweetly, not embarrassed at all. "Sure. Let me just find my robe and get some food."

With cheeks still flushed, the girl looked around until she saw a spotless white silk robe hanging over the edge of the table. She handed it quickly to her aunt and carefully sat down in one of the other chairs, making sure she sat on her skirt and not on the wood of the furniture.

"So," she muttered awkwardly, "You're out the hospital?"

George nodded, in Christine absence of retrieving them something to drink, a chance she had just decided. "Yeah. Sarah said it would be a good idea to come back, live with my wife again."

"Who's Sarah?"

"My psychiatrist. New York isn't home, but it's closer to it then Paris. And I don't think Chris will want to move back."

"Why not?"

"I just think Paris was hard on her, too. From what she has told me, she only stayed because of you and your mom."

Rose didn't know if she should feel bad or grateful. She decided to go with grateful. Christine had always given much support during Rose's short life. She never thought it might have been hard on her. "So you remember things?"

"Some."

"But you still love my aunt?"

"It might have been a while, but I'll always love your aunt."

Before Rose could reply, Christine had returned with her husband's robe over her arm and a tray in her hands. She winked at her niece as she put down both and handed her a glass of champagne. 'To celebrate your uncle's homecoming.' She said with a smile, and the girl was glad to have some alcohol in her system as she prepared herself for her confession. Christine noticed the uneasy behaviour, something that was nothing like her niece at all, and looked at George with pleading eyes. George rolled his eyes and stole one of the first times she had seen her aunt happy.

"Don't worry," the older brunette smiled, "he's just acing out. Now, what did you want to talk with me about?"

She really had become a different person.

"Rosie? You still there?"

Rose nodded and downed the rest of her champagne in one move. "Do you hate my mom?"

Christine was clearly taken back.

"Do you hate my mom? I know what she did to your brother."

She sighed, but then shook her head, slowly. "I don't think so, Rosie."

"You don't think so or you know so?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? She killed your brother. Maybe not directly, but she did."

"Rose… Christian was suicidal. He had tried to kill himself before. I just really needed someone to blame. I'm still mad at your mother, but I don't hate her. I've spend way too much time with her in the past to hate her. And she may have made Christian unhappy –and I admit, she wasn't the only one-, but she makes Chuck happy. That's something, right?"

Rose fell silent for a few seconds before she blurted out: "I don't hate my dad."

It was soft and unclear, but both knew what she said.

"What?"

"I don't hate my dad," she repeated, and the woman in front of her smiled.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

Rose's cheeks flushed again and she bowed her head. She might as well stay honest.

"I'm scared."

"Of what, sweetheart?"

"That they're only together because of me."

Christine frowned. "But they love each other."

"It's been ten years, aunt Chris. What if that has died?"

The woman still didn't understand the problem. "But… they're having twins?"

"That's exactly what I mean! What if they're only together because of us? Look at what they've done to each other in the past! The only reason why they wouldn't do the same is because of us. And if my mother loved my father so much that she has forgiven all of his bullshit, then why didn't she go back?"

"Rose…" Christine sighed and took her niece's hand in hers, pulling her back to the living area. "I have something to show you."

She crouched down in front of the TV and pulled out a box of DVD's. "Even though I'm more than sure your father loves Blair more than anything, I have no visual evidence of that. What I do have is something that shows your mother loves him too, although she couldn't return to New York because of other reasons." She held up one of the discs triumphal and grabbed the remote, dropping next to Rose on the sofa. Both stayed silent as a much younger Christine appeared on the screen.

She held up the camera to her face and pulled at her hair to make sure it wouldn't look better than her best friend's chestnut curls. She waved at the thing and pulled her six- and nine-year-olds closer, leaning to them as she turned to camera to her recently adopted siblings.

"Hey baby," she said with a grin to the eldest, a beautiful little blonde girl with green eyes named Sydney, "Wanna say something to aunt Blair? She just had a baby."

The girl nodded happily and smiled. She missed a few teeth. "Hi auntie B! you should check if baby has magical powers, like Harry." She clutched the book to her chest and there was a deep chuckle behind Christine. She turned around and kissed her husband's cheek before she picked up Hugo, who was still very small for his age. George did the same with Sydney, although she was already nine. They chatted happily for a while, about Harry Potter and dinosaurs, until they arrived at room 102. She kissed her son's dark hair and let him down.

"I'm going in alone, okay. With all of us it might become a little too cosy."

George nodded in comprehension and she checked if the video camera was still on. When she realised it was, she smirked and softly opened the door. The room was fairly dark, but the figures were clear to see, even on the screen of the camera. Blair was holding a beautiful little boy closely to her chest and smiled. Christine immediately copied the emotion and sat down next to her best friend, holding up the camera.

"B, that's one gorgeous baby you have there."

Blair looked up, and she set the camera down next to the bed. The two women continued their conversation as Christine stroked the boy's dark hair.

"What's his name?"

"Charles. His name is Charles. Charles Henry Waldorf."

"That's a very nice name."

"Thank you."

"Did you name him after his father?"

"Yes. He just looks so much like him. So much. If I can't be with Chick, I might as well keep something close that is him."

"I understand."

Christine smirked when Blair started cooing sweetly to little Charlie. "Hi, baby. You're so beautiful, so much like your daddy. God, how I wish he was here, right, baby? My beautiful little boy. You're going to be so smart, like mommy." She nuzzled him closer to her chest and whispered; "I love you, Charlie, and I love your father, too."

Christine was the one to break the silence. "See? This was almost a year after she left the city. She still loved Chuck. She'll always love Chuck, as far as I know."

Rose nodded, silently.

"Rosie, I'm probably going to be hypocritical, but you should forgive your parents. It happened in the past. They are over it. Accept it. It happened in the past."

It took the girl a few minutes before she realised what she had to do. "You're right. I should wait until I have evidence my dad loves her back before I forgive him."

The older brunette's mouth fell open. "Rose," she almost stuttered, "That's not what I said."

"I know. But it's the right thing to do."

She grabbed her coat and stepped in the elevator. She was late for her 'study hour' with Collin anyway.

~o~o~o~o

"I'm glad you're home, you know."

"I'm too."

She smiled at him, and he noticed, even though it was dark. He could... feel it when she smiled. Every time she did, he could feel his heart skipping a few beats. George hadn't told her yet, but things had returned. He could remember several things, sometimes even full days. He wrapped his arms around her soft, warm body and pulled her closer.

"What's wrong?" he whispered. He could always tell when she wasn't okay. After a short, loaded silence, Christine answered.

"Blair is getting married, and having twins. She is the reason my Christian is dead, and all I can think about is what they'll name their babies, or which dress she'll wear. My brother and best friend killed himself because of her, and all I'm worried about is if Rose will accept her father again one day." she stopped, and after a moment of hesitation, she added: "Am I a bad person, Georgie?"

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. "You moved on from his death a long time ago, and started caring about others. You could never be a bad person."

"Should I forgive her?"

"You told Rose she should forgive her parents because she detests them for something that happened years ago. This has happened years ago, too."

She groaned, but didn't pull away. "You're right. I hate it when you're right."

He chuckled. "I love you too, dear."

~o~o~o~o

She was just heading back home when she, and everyone else on the street, heard her ringtone. She picked up, quickly, not looking at caller ID. The voice of her father filled her ears.

"Rosalyn, thank god."

Rose frowned. He sounded… stressed and weirdly tired.

"What do you want?"

"Rose, I know you don't want to speak to me, but I have something you might want to know."

"Which is?"

"Blair's in labour. Your mother is in labour."

A/N woooooo, finally done! Sorry it took so long ^.^
yes, it will stay this rushed, but I think this story will be ending in 2 or 3 chapters.