Blair fiddled with her key, finally getting it into the right hole. She pushed the Pent House button and instantly the the elevator began to move up. Dylan started crying and she have him a sympathetic look "I know how you feel buddy, I haven't had a good nights sleep since we got back from Tuscany."

The elevator made a Bing! sound and the door opened. She pushed the stroller ahead of her into the large living room. She could hear the opening of drawers up stairs. It was 5:30 in the afternoon. She knew Bart worked until 9 and Lily and Erik were doing the whole counseling thing, even though his attempted suicide was more than a year ago. She picked Dylan up out of the stroller, cradling him in her arms. She made her way up the stairs, realizing the noise was coming from Serena's room. "Serena, is that you?"

"Yeah, Blair, I'm up here!" She yelled, popping her head out of the door for one quick second.

"What are you doing, Serena? You sound like you're moving the furniture."

"Blair, you can't stay here anymore." Serena said shaking her head. She was organizing Blair's things including her dresses, shoes, baby clothes, and the diapers.

"What are you talking about? What happened?" Blair said shaking her head in return. They had been sneaking into Serena's room for the last few days, always waiting until after Bart and Lily went to bed.

"My mom and Bart found out that I've been letting you two sleep in my room. If it was up to my mom, you'd have your own room but Bart...that's a different story."

"Where do you expect us stay, Serena? Don't you remember, my mother kicked me out as well." Blair raised her voice, feeling the blood pulsing through the veins in her neck.

"Maybe you could go back to her and tell her that you have no where else to live. B, she might say bad things sometimes but she doesn't mean any of it. She isn't as bad as you think she is."

"How do you know, Serena? She seems pretty shitty to me."

Serena smiled and tilted her head. "Because I hate Chuck more than I probably should. And you love him." She pulled the elastic that she had around her wrist off and ran her fingers through her hair. She bunched up her mass of hair, pulled the elastic over it to keep it in place. "Doesn't that already tell you something?"

"I'm not here because I want to be. So don't think that you've won." She said walking into the living room. Her mother shifted on her feet and crossed her arms.

"This was never a battle, Blair. Nobody wins anything out of this."

"Then why are you so stubborn? I told you, I forgive you, that I am willing to put everything behind me. You are the one who hasn't done anything."

"Why am I stubborn, Blair? I don't know. Maybe it's because I thought you were going to be successful someday. You were always such a perfect little girl. My little girl." She shook her head and sighed "You've just changed a lot. Or maybe you didn't change. Maybe I finally realized some things about you."

"Like what? What have you now realized?" Blair wanted to leave. This was useless. Her mother was always going to think of her as her slutty daughter who didn't even know who the father of her child was.

Eleanor smiled and put a hand on both of Blair shoulders "Look at you. I haven't seen you in over a month. You've taken care of a newborn baby all on your own. You've changed, Blair."

"That's a good thing, right?" Blair frowned, wondering why her mother was being to nice.

"Yes, it's a good thing. You've done good. I'm proud of you." Her mother said with a weary smile.

"Thanks. So can I come home?" She asked, hoping her mother wouldn't turn her away.

"Yes, of course you can come home." Her mother said with a nod.

"So, are you and your parents planning on going to Southampton again this year? I know they were thinking about selling the beach house after your dad entered rehab." Blair said pushing the stroller ahead of her. She and Nate were taking a way through Central Park, talking about the plans for her surprise engagement to Chuck.

"I'm not really sure. We are going there next week, for about three weeks. "

Blair smiled "Well, I might be going too. At least if things with my mother gets better, soon. She bought us this old Victorian in the middle of the town. It was right before I told her I was pregnant. I think she noticed I was acting weird and was afraid that my 'condition' had returned. She thought that a house there would help me relax and get back on track."

Nate nodded and kept his head down "How is your condition going these days anyway, Blair?"

Blair sighed and shrugged "It's tough, definitely. My body feel apart after this baby. I try but you know how that goes. When you want something to happen, it's going to happen." She was surprised that he had brought it up. He had found out about her bulimia last year, after her mother forced her to enter a rehab clinic for the summer.

"Does he know, yet? I mean, have you told him about it? I'm sure he'll be supportive."

She shook her head "No, i haven't. I don't know how he would take the news that both of us are going through something shitty. Him and his alcohol and me and my eating disorder." She said laughing, trying to lighten the conversation.

"Hey, maybe he'd understand." Nate said with a shrug. Blair nodded and looked past them at the boy standing there. Her stomach clenched, realizing who is was. Chuck.

"Oh, damn it. He's sees us. I should go." She muttered, walked past Nate, still pushing the stroller. She paused and looked back at Nate one last time "Are you sure you're still okay with all of this?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Go be happy, Blair." He said with a laugh, waving his hand at her to go away before Chuck got too mad.

"I don't even want to talk to you right now." He said shaking his head "I was just beginning to trust you again."

"Screw you, Chuck. I can't help it that you're going psychotic." She walked past him, looking down to see Dylan fast asleep.

"What were you doing with him then? What do you have left to say to him?" He yelled, noticing Nate standing at a distance, listening to everything he was saying.

She wasn't going to let Chuck know that he was helping her plan her surprise engagement. She had promised Nate that she wouldn't "First of all, I can talk to anyone I want. You can't decide who I can and cannot see. I was talking to him because I wanted to talk to him. Talk, Chuck, that's all." She yelled back at the same volume. People who walked past them would stare and shake their heads. "And it's really pissing me off that I can't even talk to a guy I've know all my life without you freaking out."

"But he isn't just any guy, Blair. He was more than that before you decided to stay with me." His voice was beginning to crack up, like there were tears he was trying to hold back.

"Will you stop all of this, Chuck? Stop worrying that I'll change my mind, again." She cleared her voice and whispered the rest "And if you continue doubting my love for you then you are just as useless as Nate was." Then she briskly walked back to Nate, not even turning back to see Chuck's expression.

"Nate, will you do something for me?" Blair sad in a calm voice. She wasn't sure what she felt more like doing, crying or screaming.

Chuck walked down the street, unzipping his jacket to take in the cool evening summer air. He hadn't spoken to Blair since their fight in the park that morning and he wondered where she had gone. He had gone back to his father's house and Serena had told him that Blair had moved out and that she had promised Blair not to tell him where she was staying. He regreted freaking out at Blair, especially because she always seemed to innocent. He would yell and she would look at him like he was crazy. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he was losing his mind.

A limo pulled up beside him and the window was slowly rolled down "Need a ride?" Blair said smiling slightly.

"Hey," Chuck said pulling the door open. He noticed that she was dressed in a long, green gown.

"I have a surprise for you." She grinned poured him a glass of champagne.

"Let me guess, it involves getting really, really drunk."

She shook her head "Nope," Behind her, she pulled out a white manila folder. She gave him a small smile, passing the folder to him "This is how much I love you."

He eyes her as he took the folder and pulled out its contents. Inside was a booklet. When he was finished reading the papers, he shook his head "How did you even do this?"

"My mom knows someone who works there. I took Nate and Dylan with me. They did the test on Nate and excluded him as the father." She smiled and took the papers back "Happy now?"

"Yeah, I'm happy." He grinned, his voice cracking up slightly.

"Good. Now let me get to the second part of why I asked you to get into this limo with me." She put her hand behind her, trying to find what she was looking for. The box.

"Is this the dirty part?" His eyes moved from hers to her arms, trying to see what she had in her hands.

"Ew, no, it's not." Blair said pulling a face. She pulled one hand out from behind her back, smacking him on the cheek "We did that once, it's time to move on."

"What's the surprise then?" Chuck raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on the red mark she had left on his cheek.

"I'm getting to that. My surprise is..." She wiggled her bum a bit and straightened her back, as if to get more comfortable for what was coming next."Chuck Bass, official teenage father of my illegitimate child," She smiled and tilted her head. "Hottest and horniest man alive, and of course, love of my life...will you marry me?"

So the next chapter will be the last one. It'll just wrap up everything.