Hello! There seemed to be an embrace of fluffy Chair goodness and who am I to argue that? I was in an I Told You mood, so look how fast I updated… I'm also unemployed so there's that contributing to my speed. Here we go…

Two days after Bart was born Blair lowered herself into the wheelchair and flinched as her lower half touched the seat. Chuck caught the action and a worried frown creased his brow.

"Maybe you should both stay here another couple of days… a week maybe?"

"No." Blair said firmly, ignoring the nurse that placed a tiny, sleeping Bart in her arms, but smiling down at him. She adjusted the cashmere blanket around his face. "We're going home. I'm tired of regularly seeing people who have seen or handled my insides. I'm tired of the cheap paint job. I'm tired of the bad lighting. I want to go home."

"But you're in pain." He reminded her needlessly.

"I'm not in pain."

"You winced." He scowled.

"Chuck, you were there. Don't you think I have reason to wince?" She fake smiled at him and gave him a look that told him she'd like to make him wince.

"Exactly why you aren't ready to leave the hospital yet." He argued, but stepped back out of range of her sharp heels.

Staring her husband right in the eyes she signaled one of the many orderlies, whose arms were all full of flowers, gifts and balloons, to start pushing them out. Chuck had no choice but to follow or be left behind.

They got to the entrance of the hospital and Blair calmly supervised the loading of their things into the limo. She glances up at her husband who was stone still beside her, and was caught off guard by his appearance.

"Chuck your sweating?" Blair more stated than asked in disbelief.

"They're just going to let us take him out of here?"

She got why he was nervous. She'd had that same feeling her first time around.

"He is our baby…" She teased with a smile. "We have a bill and everything. Birth certificate… proof of purchase."

She thought that would work, but looked like he had years ago when he was coming off an eight-day bender and had to have dinner with his father. Taking pity on him she reached out and took his hand, holding it tightly.

"Chuck we can do this." She looked at him with a surety. Then she smiled as she teased him. "If not, Dorota can."

Chuck nodded, squeezing her hand back and leaning in to kiss her forehead. They only had to stop the car once on the way home for him to throw up.

That night after numerous family and friends had visited through, and after the day baby nurse and Dorota had left, it was just them. Chuck had been okay with whatever Blair wanted, and she had told him that in the past she would have wanted night help, and there would probably be times in the future that she's want assistance when they were sleep deprived. But she'd taken care of Harry by herself when he was a newborn because Jack had refused to hire anyone for her, but that now she doesn't regret that. She's glad she had those nights with Harry and she wanted to do the same with Bart. Originally she had planned to sleep in the single bed she'd incorporated into the nursery so that Chuck wouldn't be disturbed. Chuck had told her no dice. They were in this together, and besides, he couldn't sleep without her. She told him with the baby in the room neither one of them would be getting much sleep. He still held fast to the sleeping arrangement, and Blair was secretly pleased. She didn't like sleeping without him either. Little did she know it wouldn't be Bart that would be keeping her sleep deprived…

"Blair…" She heard whispered through her unconsciousness. They'd put Harry to bed and then after feeding, changing, cuddling, feeding and changing again, they'd finally gotten Bart to sleep and laid in his bassinette next to their bed. Blair had been out for the count the second her head had hit her pillow. It felt like just seconds later that she heard Chuck whisper her name again.

"Blair…" She couldn't ignore him anymore… mostly because he was now shaking her leg. Her eyes felt like they'd been cemented shut, but she tore them open to glance at the clock. She'd only been sleeping twenty minutes.

"Chuck?" She said groggily as she sat up. "What's wrong? Is it Bart?"

Even as she asked the question she registered that her baby wasn't crying. Her husband however looked like he might. He had pulled up a chair to the baby's bassinette and was staring intensely into it. She got the feeling he'd been there since she fell asleep.

"Blair… I don't think he's breathing." Chuck told her seriously.

Blair rolled her eyes and flopped back against the pillows. "He's breathing, Chuck."

"I don't think so…"

"Chuck, he's fine." Blair whined.

"I'm just going—"

"Don't!"

"—to check…" He touched the baby's shoulder and gently prodded.

Unsurprisingly after being woken from his sleep, Bart hiccupped and began to wail. Blair clenched her eyes shut and counted to ten. Twice.

"Okay, he's alive." Chuck said as if he had just saved the day. He looked down into the bassinette and addressed his baby. "Alright, Bart, you can go back to sleep. Blair, where are you going?"

Blair had thrown the covers back and was now storming out of the room. She paused and spun around to look at him. "Chuck, let me let you in on something… Never wake a sleeping baby. Never. You did. He's all yours now."

"Blair, we're in this together." Chuck frowned at her as he continued to try to rock the cradle and a very angry Bart.

"That was before you were a moron. You're on your own, Daddy."

Blair lay down in the nursery's bed in the next room and listened. Bart screamed and screamed for the next hour and it was like nails on a chalkboard to her. After another ten there was sudden silence and that freaked her out more than anything had since he'd been born. She tip toed back to the room and peeked in from the hall. What she saw made her burst into tears. Stupid hormones.

Chuck was pacing back and forth across the floor with Bart up on his shoulder, and gently patting his back. Blair said nothing but stood there and watched him. As Chuck ease the baby off his shoulder and into his arms, he had a look of triumph as gazed down at his once again sleeping son. It was the first time Chuck had put him to sleep by himself. Still smiling like an idiot he lowered himself into the rocking chair in the corner and gently slid as he cradled his sleeping son, letting his eyes drift closed. Blair pulled herself together and crept into the room, snapping a picture before moving closer to them.

She sat on the edge of the bed and continued to watch them and think about how this was how it was supposed to be. For all his nerves, she knew he'd be good at this… she just had to get him to change a diaper… not because she cared, she liked to hand that duty off herself, but because she wanted to see the great Chuck Bass perform the task.

Bart stirred in Chuck's arms and began to whimper. Blair glanced at the clock, but her chest was telling her what time it was more that the dial. Her milk had finally come in this morning and eased her worry about Bart becoming a bottle baby. She actually didn't see anything tragic about a baby being fed with formula, but it tended to come easily to her, and after having breast fed Harry, she had come to like those times with him, and wanted to do the same for Bart. Chuck had also been on her ass with his assistant's bullet points telling her he didn't want a stupid kid, so could she please nurse it.

Blair knelt by Chuck's side and touched his knee. "Chuck…"

"Shh." He told her without opening his eyes. "We're sleeping."

"Chuck, give me the baby." She told him and his eyes cracked open.

"I don't know…" He looked at her skeptically. "You don't seem to care if he's breathing or not…"

She pinched him and he handed Bart over. She smiled pettily as he stood up and she took the seat in the rocking chair. She slipped the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and was slightly embarrassed exposing herself in front of Chuck for the first time in forever. In the past few days she'd always put a blanket over them to cover her breast feeding, but she was so tired she hadn't realized what she was doing until it was done. Bart had moved from whimpering to crying now and she quickly brought him to her breast and ignored the eyes that were trained on her. Bart latched on and began to suckle loudly, and then Blair couldn't look at Chuck. She felt like a cow. He'd seen a human being come out of her vagina… and although he'd claimed to have not looked, she knew he caught sight of the afterbirth, and now he was seeing her feed a baby like a common mammal. She was convinced he was never going to find her attractive again.

"You're beautiful…" He said with sincerity.

Blair's eyes shut up to his and were vulnerable. "I'm not…"

"You are. You are spectacular."

And she believed it. And she almost forgave him for waking her and Bart up in the first place. After a while Bart fell asleep at her breast and she moved him up to her shoulder to gently burp. The gas slipped out and she managed to place him back in his bed without waking him. As she walked across the room she fixed her slip and grabbed something off her dresser.

She walked back to bed where Chuck was waiting and handed him something.

"Here." Blair said holding out a small hand mirror.

"What's this?"

"Hold it near his face. If you can see his breath on the glass then you know he's breathing. Then maybe both he and I can get some sleep."

"You're brilliant…" He whispered as she settled in his arms.

She was already falling asleep as she replied, "I know."

Two days later…

"Where is he?" Blair demanded angrily.

Harry looked up at her innocently. "I don't know… where did you leave him?"

Blair screamed and stomped her foot, but Harry wouldn't give up where he'd hidden his brother. This was the third time. This time Blair had gone to take a shower and Chuck had had to go to a meeting he couldn't get out of, so Serena had been left to watch Bart for a few minutes. Blair considered this to be her first parenting mistake with this child. By the time Blair had gotten out of the shower Bart was gone and Harry was looking at her like he was Charlie Sheen. Winner.

"Harold Bass, what have you done with your brother?" She yelled in frustration. The boy was too good at hiding him.

"Nothing." He said petulantly and kicked the floor with his toe.

Dorota walked through the foyer, still looking. "Baby is not behind couch or in hall closet or under dining room table."

Serena ran by. "He's not in the kitchen! Or the powder room! Or butler's pantry!"

Blair eyed Harry. Harry eyed her right back.

"Don't move." She ordered coldly and walked upstairs. Harry didn't move a muscle. This was a showdown and if he moved it was a flinch and she'd win. When she came back she was holding his favourite suit in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked with dread.

Blair held up the suit by a sleeve and raised the scissors, opening them and poising them by the edge of the immaculate fabric. "Where's your brother."

"You wouldn't…"

She slammed the blades closed and they came so close to the silk that it made Harry jump. "Where is he?" She demanded again.

Harry swallowed hard. He really loved that suit. Just when she thought he was about to cave his little shoulders stiffened and he looked up at her defiantly. "I'll never tell."

The blood was rushing in her ears at having her bluff called, so much so that she didn't hear the ping of the elevator arriving but she did hear Chuck. "Umm… Blair, what is Bart doing in the elevator?"

Blair looked at Harry. Harry looked at his mother. Harry made a run for it.

She sighed, not giving chase, and walked over to take the Moses basket from Chuck.

"He did it again?"

"He did it again." Blair confirmed.

Later that night Blair walked into Harry's room. He'd been sent there right after supper for once again creating a hostage situation with his brother. He was supposed to have had no dessert tonight either, but Blair knew he'd charmed a bowl of ice cream out of Dorota. He was now sitting up in bed in his pajamas and looking at a book on airplanes. When he saw her, he shut the book and folded his arms across his chest.

"I'm not sorry." He told her as he threw himself back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling.

"After the second time I believe I knew that too." Blair said drolly, and she walked over to his bed and nudged him till he made room.

For a while mother and son just lay next to each other, exhausted. When she heard his sniff her heart broke. It had been a rough week for her first born. She pulled him into her arms so his head rested on her shoulder and she could stroke his back and hair the way she always did when he was tired and upset. She felt the tears wet her shoulder and knew her tough guy was crying. He clung to her and reached up to grab a lock of her hair and twist it around his fingers.

After long moments she spoke quietly too him. "Do you remember a long time ago when it was just you and me?"

"Kind of…" He said truthfully because his it was all getting kind of fuzzy to the point where he only really remember the stuff since they'd lived in New York.

"Well… for a while… it was just you and me. From the moment you were born you made me happy."

"Uh huh." Harry agreed that this was obvious.

"Now… do you remember when Chuck came into our family forever?"

Harry nodded.

"I'd like to think that he made both of us very happy…"

"Yeah…" Harry said, because his father did make him happy and he never wanted to be without him again.

"Now we have Bart… and I know it's difficult and strange to have this new person in our family… but I'd like to think that he's here to make us happy too…"

They were quiet again and Blair ran her fingers through the hair at his nape, and Harry continued to twirl.

"You're my Mama too." He finally said and she could sense him resolving himself to Bart, but still needing to make his claim clear.

"I know." She whispered.

"I still don't like him." He told her.

"I know that too… but can you at least stop hiding him? It's giving me grey hair."

"Okay, Mama." Harry whispered as he fell asleep, and Blair still didn't know if she could believe him.

Blair sighed. One battle down… a million to go.

TahDAH! Okay this chapter was getting long for me. I write all at once and I've been sitting here a while and my ass is numb. There's two more fluffy things I want to write, so I'll do another little chapter before the jump. It will be about Blair's Push Present and Chuck's push to get back under her skirt.

Oh, and I saw Crazy, Stupid, Love a few days ago… all I remember is Gosling hotness. HOTNESSSSSS!