Update time (: OMG Gossip Girl finale was amazing? So much NS XD! It made me so happy. I couldn't help but be pleased from the DS and NV break up…it's about time! I can't wait for the second season. Until then I'll fill the void with fanfic. I've decided to do a time jump. Keep in mind that it's eight months later and Blair is about to give birth. I'll fill in some blanks as I go along. Thanks for alerting and adding the story to your favourites (: Review and enjoy!
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Disclaimer: All the names of places and people have been altered and/or abbreviated to protect the innocent, namely me.
Hey Upper East Siders!
Remember when B's bump first sprouted out of nowhere that fateful February? Remember how yours truly was the first to know and tell you about it? Well I'm back to dish all the dirt on the drama surrounding that little bundle of joy. Is it going to be a bundle of C's swagger, arrogance and charm? Or is it going to be D junior; complete with starbucks and notebook in hand? And what about our favourite golden couple, N and S? One of my many sources informed me that we were so busy debating and discussing B's bump that we failed to notice that N proposed to S. And it's now November and she still hasn't made her mind up? It's crunch time S, clocks ticking. A guy as hot as N is not going to wait forever, even if you are that model on every fricken Billboard we drive past. I'll be watching, I'll be watching all of us. It's going to be a wild and wicked week. B is going to need a hell of a lot of morphine to get through this pregnancy; better sniff it up.
You know you love me,
XOXO Gossip Girl
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"I still think you should have had a baby shower." Serena van der Woodsen told her best friend Blair Waldorf as they sipped soy lattes on their favourite little café along Fifth Avenue. Blair's eyebrows furrowed. The thought of a baby shower annoyed her, it's not like she needed the gifts. This girl had access to Cyrus and Eleanor's fortunes and wrote articles for Vogue. But this was Serena, the princess of the Upper East Side; any excuse for socialising.
"I honestly could not give a crap." Blair snapped, irritated. Serena was the only girl able to tolerate Blair's increased levels of bitchiness recently. Well, she had dealt with it before. Chuck and Nate opted to spend their time "shopping for the baby and at the office" but seriously, Chuck didn't have an office, he modelled. And okay, Nate now had an office. Most of the time they were drinking and shopping for themselves. "I'm thinking I should go and find out the sex of the baby." Blair suggested in a more timid tone. "After all, we've bought all this stuff and we don't even know if it's a girl or a boy."
"No, B, where's your element of surprise?" Serena asked in a playful voice. This was the difference between Blair and Serena. The blond loved surprises, anticipation and delving into the unknown. Blair hated surprises. Hated them.
"I just think we should…" Blair trailed off, because Serena was making her best puppy dog face. Blair rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee. "It won't stop kicking." Blair said, grinning. "Here." She grabbed Serena's hand and placed it on her stomach. Serena let out an excited whopping noise and the rest of the café turned around and looked at her for a moment. Blair and Serena giggled.
"You do understand I'm bringing a child into our mess. The mess created by us." Blair said afterwards. Serena stopped smiling for a while. It really was a mess. She sipped her coffee and observed all the foliage on the street. New York was always so beautiful in fall. Actually, it was beautiful all the time, no matter what the season, the Upper East Side always decided to stay beautiful. Serena looked Blair straight in her eyes.
"This child's going to be okay. At least it's our mess. Our fabulous mess."
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Nate and Chuck sat with their scotches slumped at the back of the Tribeca star hotel. They were both bored out of their minds with nothing to do.
"Fuck," Chuck began, "this baby cannot be Dan Humphrey's." Nate set his scotch on the table and glanced at his watch.
"What if it is? I mean…you're still going to be there for Blair right?" Nate questioned. Chuck sat in silence fir a moment. "Man, you're hesitating. That's not a good sign." Nate chuckled.
"I am not hesitating." Chuck replied. "I'm Chuck Bass and I do not hesitate. Of course I'll be there for her. But if its Humphreys kid, where do I fit in?" Chuck said, gulping down his scotch.
"You don't fit in, force yourself in. Besides, I bet it's yours." Nate said, growing tired of Chuck's complaining.
"Yes well Nathaniel I don't really trust what you bet on." He said sceptically. Over the past few months and over the summer, Chuck believed in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it; the baby was his and that was that. But it wasn't really, because maybe, just maybe that baby would end up locked in its room one day, with Jimmy Eat World blaring out of the windows and the kid inside writing poems about love and death. The thought petrified Chuck, time to steer the conversation away from baby talk.
"How's Humphrey these days anyway?" He asked casually, as if he couldn't care less. Nate and Dan had kind of been friends over the summer; Dan would always be invited along for drinks and whatnot. Although, half the time he didn't show up.
"Best as can be expected I guess." Nate replied. "Jenny's back at school and everything so I guess their just trying to get back to normal…or the closest they can get to it." Nate pulled out his cell and scrolled down the contacts list. He decided to call Serena and spend some time with her. He needed time away from everyone and everything. Except his girlfriend of course.
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Serena and Blair had just stepped into the elevator whilst they made their way up to the Waldorf penthouse when her cell vibrated. Blair's Jimmy Choo's clicked and Serena noticed. "I can't believe your wearing heels and you could go into labour at any time." She commented. Blair smiled. "You know me S, I've sacrificed comfort for style my whole life. Why stop now?" Serena's cell vibrated against her skin. She fished it out of her handbag and flipped it open.
"Hey boyfriend." She greeted happily.
"How did you know?" He asked.
"Caller ID, genius." Serena teased.
"Yeah well I was thinking we could go out tonight and do something. Just you and I. Whatever you want." He suggested. Serena smiled. When Nate and Serena were together, they really were that couple that made you sick with jealousy just looking at them. They were young, they were fabulous, they were blond and they were in love. And they knew it.
"How about we just stay in tonight. We don't need to go out." Serena said relaxed. Blair gripped Serena's hand. Her face was stained red and her eyes were wider than wide. A look of sheer horror was plastered across her face.
"Why not go out?" Nate asked huskily.
"Because Blair's water just broke all over my shoes." Serena replied.
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The elevator door revealed a completely horrified Blair Waldorf, floor soaking and a blond tangled mess beside her. Blair squealed, "Shit, I'm pregnant, S where the hell is Chuck Bass? Oh my god I'm pregnant-
"Okay," Serena began calmly and held Blair's face, "I'll call Chuck okay? Should I go get Eleanor?" Serena asked carefully. Blair paused. Eleanor.
Flashback
Blair stood outside her penthouse door. She knew her mother would be inside. Her mother wasn't exactly as fit to party and do drugs and drink with the rest of her friends as she used to be. Now, she'd spend all her nights drinking and the days recovering from it. Blair fidgeted with her keys. To go inside, and face possible decapitation or stay outside and never speak with her mother again. Decisions, decisions. Then Blair remembered what Dan had told her a few minutes ago. About how she should go up there and just make amends. Blair was then brought back to reality as Chuck squeezed her hand.
"It's okay if you don't want to go in. We don't need her, you know?" He said, his voice with that husky lit to it.
"I want to…and then I don't want to. Oh, fuck it." Blair said and opened the door. "Mom?" She called out. Her voice bounced off the apartment walls, maybe Eleanor wasn't here. Or maybe she was. Blair entered her mothers room to find her lying in her bed, looking exhausted and pale.
"Blair." Her mother said quietly with a hint of surprise. Blair immediately sat at her mothers bedside, with a concerned thoughtful look on her face.
"Mom…what's wrong with you?" Blair questioned.
"Well…I…" Her mother had a look of sadness in her eyes. Eleanor Waldorf Rose was sick. Something was wrong.
"Mom. Just tell me." Blair demanded. Chuck stood in the doorway, observing everything.
"I had a heart attack a week ago." Eleanor spitted out bluntly. Blair's eyes were glazed over. Tears were about to fall, but they didn't.
"You could have died…and you didn't even call?" Blair asked desperately. Her mothers stare averted to the expensive four foot vase.
"I didn't want to worry you." She said timidly. Blair stood up quickly.
"You didn't want to worry me. Thanks, mom for your consideration." Blair wailed dramatically. Chuck went over to her and gave her a fleeting hug.
"What in God's name is he doing here?" Eleanor asked viciously, her nose turned up. "I thought at least after I talked to you you'd work things out with Nate-
"Nate and I were long over before you disowned me." Blair replied with just as much venom in her voice. Chuck chose to stay silent, he didn't really want to get involved in this.
"What did you come here for anyway? To give me another heart attack?" Eleanor yelled. Blair didn't reply. Eleanor just was not going to get over the fact that her Blair bear was in love with a Bass, not Archibald. Chuck decided to get involved.
"Hey. That was a little harsh, don't you think?" He said. Eleanor mocked a laugh. Blair stormed out of the door. Eleanor looked into Chuck's eyes. Chuck knew he should be on Blair's side; completely, but part of him saw a mother who just didn't want to be weak in her daughter's eyes. "She's pregnant. She came here, despite everything you've said. She's your daughter, why can't you just forgive her?" Chuck sighed, waiting for a response. A smile came across Eleanor's face.
"All my life I've wanted the best for my daughter," she began, looking out of the window. "The best clothes, best school, best college and the best man. Blair constantly told me that the man for her was Nate Archibald. And then all of a sudden the wedding is off, Serena's with her ex-fiancé and she's pregnant with a Humphrey or your child. I have to ask questions. It's like over the past year everything has changed. I'll admit I was angry with her when she first told me about the baby. And Blair can criticise and say how harsh I am all she wants. But someday, when she holds that baby in her arms she'll understand." Eleanor said. Chuck stared at her for a moment.
"I'm not Nate," Chuck said almost inaudibly, "I won't break her heart."
Sometimes mothers don't always know what's best for their child.
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"Blair?" Serena asked hastily, looking for a response.
"No." Blair shook her head. "The last thing I need is Eleanor."
"Okay." Serena understood. "I'll Chuck then." Serena dialled Chuck's number. "Chuck, Blair's water broke she has to get to the hospital now." She said urgently. On the opposite end of the line Chuck paused. What could he do?
"Um, okay Nate and I will be waiting at the hospital then." He stammered. Shit. Fuck. Well, he was desperate to find out who the father was…so now he would find out.
"Okay." Serena hung up. "Limo lets get the limo to the hospital." Well, Serena wasn't exactly nurse or doctor material. The elevator seemed to take two hours getting to the ground floor and Blair was growing impatient. "This pain is going to kill me." She whined as Serena ushered her into the limo. Serena smiled. Her Blair was going to attempt to raise a child.
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Blair shrieked. Chuck just held her hand and laughed throughout her birth. He couldn't help himself, pregnant Blair was hilarious. Nate, Serena, Dan and Vanessa were in the waiting area sipping disgusting hospital coffee and laughing at Blair's expense.
"I hope she'll be okay with this kid." Vanessa said thoughtfully.
"She'll be fine. She has us and besides…she'll want to be everything Eleanor wasn't." Nate chuckled. He wondered what he and Serena's children could look like. Blond…tall…and tan. They'd be best friends with Blair's kids no doubt. Nate was kind of freaked out about being a father though. The captain was a little lacking in the hugs department. Chuck stepped outside and signalled the rest of them to come in. Serena grinned with excitement at seeing the baby. Dan stopped for a while and looked straight at Chuck. God, he wished he didn't sleep with her. He had been dreading this for months…what if Vanessa just didn't want to be with a guy who had a kid with her friend? Vanessa clutched his hand. "It's okay. Whatever happens." She said reassuringly. Although it was killing her…she couldn't bear the thought of it being Dan's.
"Okay. I love you." Dan said simply as they made their way in.
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"Hey Humphreys." Blair greeted Dan and Vanessa in a groggy voice. Vanessa laughed, she would never see Blair Waldorf like this again; all messy hair and baggy eyes. Serena sat in the chair beside her nursing a little bundle. "This is Audrey Elizabeth." Blair said yawning. Chuck couldn't stop looking at her. But he wasn't trying to work out whose eyes she had. He didn't care. He loved her already, Humphreys or not.
"Can I hold her?" Nate asked shyly. Serena passed the baby into his arms. They both looked down at her. Blair looked at them, her two best friends.
"You'll be her god parents, won't you?" She asked sheepishly. Truth be told, she was going to ask Dan to be the god father. But Nate and Serena would be there for this child and she knew that. They were always there for her.
"Of course." Nate replied grinning. He gave the baby to Dan. He and Vanessa smiled down at her. Oh yes, she was Blair's child. "She's a cutie." Vanessa quipped. Chuck wanted to reply, "Well she is my child." But he couldn't. He didn't know that yet. Dan gave the baby back to Blair. She looked down into Audrey's cobalt blue eyes…her eyes. And for a minute, all the selfishness, longing and discontent were gone. This child was all that mattered. And this child was going to be fucking fabulous, even if she was wrapped in last seasons Marc Jacobs's cashmere baby pink blanket.
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"I feel bummed for Dan and Chuck." Nate told Serena as they strolled down Fifth Avenue. Serena grabbed his hand. "I mean, think of what it's like to be in that position." He said, his green eyes filled with thought. Serena was concerned for her friends too.
"They'll be okay. Her and Chuck are the real deal." She said optimistically. "They'll wind up married." Shit, she thought to herself. Every where she turned and whatever she said marriage (which was a sensitive issue around Nathaniel) came up. Why couldn't she just shut up? She fiddled with her multi coloured beaded bracelet and felt her cheeks heat up. Nate smiled. "You're blushing." He stated triumphantly. Serena never blushed. She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear, composing herself. Nate fiddled with the Tiffany's box inside his coat pocket. He always carried it around with him, waiting for the perfect moment. The moment when Serena would finally jump into his arms and shout, yes, yes, yes! But maybe this wasn't the perfect moment. They were outside Saks, not exactly Nate's location of choice. But he remembered what Blair had told him once over the summer; there is no perfect time. With Blair's blessing, Serena navy eyes and adorable pink cheeks and the crisp fall air surrounding them, Nate decided he couldn't wait any longer. There was no other way about it; Serena was the one for him. He fished out the little box out of his Gucci coat pocket and like the gentleman he was, got down on one knee. And this time, Serena didn't stop him.
"Will you marry me?" He asked, frightened of the prospect of being rejected in the middle of Fifth Avenue with some people staring at them. Serena smiled.
"No." She replied. "I think the question is…will you marry me?" Nate grinned and slipped the diamond on her ring. "God, Nate its heavy-
He pressed his lips against hers.
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Disclaimer: All the names of places and people have been altered and/or abbreviated to protect the innocent, namely me.
Hey People!
Some things never change, after all love trumps all. Spotted: N getting down on one knee to propose to the beautiful S. She slipped the ring on her finger. They are two beautiful peas in a pod, so insanely perfect for each other that you want grab them and ask, what took you so long? Well, with a guy as gorgeous as N, who can blame her for accepting? Looks like the long time triangle of B, N and S has finally come down to two. I must admit, I am going to miss all the drama it's provided us with over the years. It's the end of an era, people. (Tear) Spotted: B and S rushing into a hospital. A source told me that B gave birth to a little baby girl, let's call her A, shall we? I'm excited, if she's her mother's child that means she's a little bundle of drama. Spotted: J at Yale, perhaps for an interview? Like B and S before her, I am sure she will be attending. Now the big questions: Is that bundle of drama C or D's? What will planning N and S's wedding do to the rest of the gang? What could possible be more chaotic that being born into all this drama? It's been a crazy year thus far. Looks like next year will not disappoint either.
You know you love me,
XOXO Gossip Girl
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Should I do one more chapter of the NS wedding? Or should I leave it here? Let me know! And please review.