OMG! Can't believe I'm finally updating this! :p
Lyrics: "Ready To Lose" by Ingrid Michaelson, "Drunk In Love" by Beyonce feat. Jay Z, and "Tiny Cities Made of Ashes" by Modest Mouse
Thanks to Jai for beta'ing.
(And happy birthday America!)
TWENTY-FIVE
Blair lay in her hospital bed, biting her thumbnail. She was now wearing a crisp, white and blue hospital gown and was hooked up to an IV-it had been determined she was dehydrated again. Her hair was still damp from her earlier shower and her bleary brown eyes were glazed with fatigue.
Her fingertips tenderly skimmed her stomach.
She wanted to get this over with. Yet at the same time she didn't. She didn't want to know.
The nurse had already been in to take blood. She'd also given Blair several glasses of juice to drink.
Blair glanced at the awaiting ultrasound equipment. A lot of women experienced spotting in their first trimester, and it turned out to be absolutely nothing. But a lot of women also miscarried. This was her third pregnancy. She knew the statistics. But there was something else she knew:
Dan was already head over heels in love with this baby.
She shut her eyes, recalling how he'd gone straight into expectant father mode after they'd escaped to the loft on New Year's; that morning she'd deduced she was suffering from more than mere food poisoning or some sort of bug. She'd never forget the look on his face—the look that rapidly evolved from pure panic to pure elation.
This past week he'd run himself ragged for her, getting anything and everything she'd requested—bacon, banana pudding, Chinese food…
He'd bought every baby book he could get his hands on. He'd even bought her a pregnancy journal. Dan didn't know it, but she'd actually used it; writing about the changes in her body, and about her hopes and fears for this child. She'd also written about her apprehension of eventually breaking the news to Henry.
But she had a feeling it was probably all for nothing.
Because here she was. Lying in a hospital bed. Once again hooked up to an IV for dehydration. Knowing she and she alone was responsible for the state she currently found herself.
She'd completely ignored Dan's pleas to stay away from Chuck, confronting him not once, but twice.
She'd essentially assaulted Serena at the Frick Gala.
She knew better.
Blair had made an endless font of bad decisions, and it was too late to press rewind. If this baby was gone, she knew in her heart that she was to blame. And that Dan would never forgive her.
Chuck had pulled some major strings to help Blair avoid having to go through the emergency room. It was surprisingly considerate.
It didn't mean she was going to forgive him for everything he'd put her through.
Yes, he'd signed the divorce papers, but Blair knew that wasn't by choice. Nothing he'd said at the townhouse indicated he was even remotely headed in that direction. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He'd made it clear that he would continue to punish her for leaving him; for betraying him with Dan.
He'd also mentioned something he needed to discuss with her…
Which meant something major had to have happened for him to do an about face.
But she couldn't think about that right now. She had to focus.
Blair closed her eyes and began some deep, cleansing breaths, trying to calm herself. Trying to stay positive.
She was imprudently interrupted.
Chuck entered quietly, a pensive look on his face. "Just checked," he offered, shutting the door behind him. "Doctor should be here any minute." He stood beside her bed now, not quite sure what to do with himself.
Inhale… Exhale…
Blair didn't look at him. Or even acknowledge him. She kept her attention squarely on her breathing.
But she started to clench her pillow.
Because the longer he stood there…
"Look, Blair..."
She clenched it even harder now.
"I never wanted this to happen—"
Blair whipped her head around. Her eyes flashed with venom as she gritted her teeth. "Don't. Talk to me," she seethed. Her eyes pierced his like laser beams.
Chuck froze, stunned. He dropped his head.
Blair sniffed and covered her eyes, upset with herself for letting him agitate her. She was fighting off tears again.
And a shaky Chuck was slowly backing towards the door.
…..
A panic stricken Dan tossed his ice pack in the trashcan as he sprinted out of the stairwell and into the maternity wing, sideswiping a wheelchair and adroitly dodging a very pregnant woman who'd waddled out in front of him.
A pair of nurses were chatting it up behind the desk, including the one he'd seen Chuck talking to minutes earlier. Dan ran over to them, braking so hard he nearly wiped out on the linoleum in his rain drenched sneakers.
"Blair? Blair Waldorf!?" Dan questioned as he attempted to catch his breath.
They looked at him, both put off by the boorish interruption.
"Blair Waldorf?" Dan repeated impatiently. "What room!?"
"Sir, if you would just calm yourself," one nurse advised with a patronizing snip. She looked down at her clipboard, and then glanced at the other nurse, shaking her head. "We don't have a Waldorf."
"What about Bass?" he asked, running his fingers anxiously through his hair. Just saying the name sent Dan's blood pressure through the roof.
The nurses eyed each other curiously. Bass…?
Dan rolled his eyes. He was about to go off when he looked up and saw Chuck exiting the last room on the hall. "Bass," Dan sneered.
Without another word, Dan took off down the corridor.
"Sir! There's no running in this hospital!"
Dan never looked back.
A brooding Chuck caught a glimpse of Dan racing towards him, and he immediately crossed his arms, a snarl upon his lip. Dan came to a halt right in front of him.
The two men stood face-to-face, scornfully staring back at one another; eyes lit like the Fourth of July.
Dan couldn't even begin to imagine how Chuck had come to be here with Blair after everything that happened this afternoon. But it was the least of his concerns.
Chuck looked on, steely-eyed, as Dan let himself into the room he'd just seen Chuck exiting.
...
It's the heart in you, I know it in my bones.
That made me change direction when I thought better off alone.
Say it one more time, tell me you are mine.
Blair opened her eyes, prepared to give Chuck another lashing, but instead she recoiled against the pillows; surprised to see Dan standing in the doorway.
He studied her for a moment, a look of desperation etched upon his face.
Blair looked tiny; frail. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"Blair…" Dan's knees were shaking like an earthquake.
Their eyes were impenetrably locked now, sharing a look of mutual regret.
Just hours earlier they'd said things and done things they weren't proud of.
Out of frustration. Out of fear.
Dan had pushed. And Blair had pushed back harder.
Blair pushed her wet hair away from her face. "I'm sorry," she said simply.
And with those two little words, nothing else mattered. Nothing beyond this room, anyway. The things they'd said to one another ceased to exist anymore and everything that brought them to this point was thrown by the wayside.
For now.
Dan hesitated, feeling his breath catch in his throat. "What happened?"
Blair wiped a stray tear. "I was bleeding."
Dan closed his eyes as she confirmed what he basically already knew.
"They're about to do an ultrasound. To see if…" She let out a small sob. "I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that," Dan chided gently. He was in a bit of a fog now.
"Sorry." Blair winced-there she went again. She studied him. "How did you know?"
An exhausted Dan rubbed his brow. He shook his head. "I just… did." This definitely wasn't the time to bring up Serena.
He watched solemnly as she turned her gaze down to the blanket. She let out another sob, unable to keep the tears in check now.
Dan took a pained breath, then cautiously came to sit next to her on the bed. He reached out, lightly caressing her cheek. He wiped a tear away with his thumb.
Blair closed her eyes at his touch.
"Blair…"
She peered up at him like a timid mouse. "It's okay," he said softly. "No matter what happens." Dan was struggling to keep his emotions in check as well. He gently weaved his fingers into hers.
She shook her head. "I should have listened to you."
"No," he said. "I pushed. I pushed too hard." He gave her hand a squeeze. "I just wanted to take care of you, Blair," he said, his voice breaking.
Blair was gazing back at him now, clinging to his every word. "I know."
They sat in silence, eyes locked, drowning in their shared pain.
"I'm going to tell you everything, Dan," she suddenly blurted.
Dan reactively wiped another stray tear from her cheek.
"And you're going to be even more angry with me."
Dan gulped; his heart was racing ninety to nothing now. It didn't help that Blair was gripping his hand so tightly now she was cutting off his circulation.
"Just tell me," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving hers.
There was a knock on the door and they looked up in unison.
Seconds later, a lanky, grey haired doctor appeared. Eleanor stood just behind him, peering anxiously over his shoulder.
"Hello, Blair," the doctor greeted. He was polite, but businesslike. "I'm Dr. Porter." He did a double take, eyeing Dan briefly. The neck was still an eyesore apparently.
The doctor then redirected his attention to Blair. "Initially, I prefer it if family members and partners wait outside."
Dan's mouth fell in protest. "I can't… I can't be with her?"
"It will just be a few minutes," Dr. Porter informed him.
Dan's gaze drifted to where their hands locked. Blair was still clenching the hell out of him. He gently pulled his hand from her grip, then got to his feet.
He made it all the way to the door, then suddenly turned and rushed back over to her.
He made eye contact with her, leaning down and caressing her cheek again before placing a tender kiss on her lips. "I love you," he whispered, before reluctantly turning back around and heading for the door.
Blair was too overcome to speak.
The doctor gave a desultory nod as Dan left the room, joining a fidgety Eleanor in the hall. They shared an uneasy glance.
Dan caught sight of Rufus just a few feet away, leaning up against the wall. He offered his son a supportive smile.
And a few feet in the other direction sat Chuck. He was now staring into space, holding onto his sleeping son.
Dan glanced back into Blair's room one more time.
And the door closed shut.
I'm ready to lose everything but you.
"She's a tigress!" a boozed up and boo-ming Alejandro exclaimed. The liquor was only exacerbating his accent. He raised his hand, signaling the bartender for another round.
"That she is," Jack concurred. "To Georgina," he said, raising his glass in the air for a toast.
"To Georgina," Alejandro echoed. He clanked his glass to Jack's. "Wherever she may be."
"Now when did you two meet again?" Jack questioned casually, grabbing a handful of cashews and cramming them into his mouth.
Alejandro smirked. "You sure you want me to answer that?"
Jack shrugged. "I'm divorcing her. Besides, I'm not really the jealous type."
Alejandro licked his lips and cracked his knuckles. "I've had Georgina 'under my thumb' since she was a teenager. What can I say? Her sense of adventure allured me. As did the school uniform."
Jack gave a wry smile. "'Sense of adventure.' I like that."
The bartender refilled their shot glasses with tequila and their tumblers with scotch.
"You know, I think we're more alike than I originally thought," Jack said, leaning in.
Alejandro studied him closely. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me what you want." His tone was cool now.
Jack shot back his tequila and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Or perhaps first you'd like to tell me how it went with my nephew. I heard you paid him a visit."
Alejandro's jaw tightened.
"Did he stomp around the room with his bottom lip poking out when you confronted him about the money he owed you?" Jack snorted.
Alejandro rubbed his goatee, not wanting to waste anymore time. "Why are we here, Jack?"
Jack grinned and took a sip of scotch. "Look. I'm going to shoot straight with you, Al. You don't mind if I call you Al?"
The dark man glared back at him, but didn't officially protest.
Jack continued. "I'm not stupid. I know all about your family's history of helping out my brother. From the looks of things you got your hooks into my nephew, too." He paused to take another sip of scotch. "Gotta say, I'm very impressed with the tactics you're using."
Alejandro sat up a little straighter now.
"But here's the thing," Jack added. "If my company is to embark on another little venture with you, I'm going to need to set some ground rules." He winked. "And I'm going to need a bigger share of the pie."
Alejandro raised an eyebrow. "Your company?"
"My company," Jack repeated, stressing every syllable.
"And what about Chuck?" Alejandro questioned.
"What about him?" Jack shot back, a glint in his eye that told him he meant business.
Alejandro quietly pondered the implications. He shot back his tequila and slammed his empty glass on the bar.
He turned to Jack, and after a long, loaded pause…
"I'm listening."
Nate stood in silence over Serena's bed, arms crossed. Serena focused on the wall, blinking slowly.
Nate's expression was stormy; some unfortunate combination of anger and fatigue, hurt and confusion.
And massive frustration.
She had yet to acknowledge him, which was just serving to make him even more angry. He wasn't even sure why he was still there. His emotions were far too frayed to have a rational conversation with her.
The bottom line was Serena was going to be fine. And in less than twenty-four hours she'd be off to Silver Hill.
So why was he there again?
Nate shook his head. He knew what he needed to do.
Without another word, he walked to the door. But before his hand could even reach the doorknob…
"Nate."
Nate froze. Against his better judgment, he slowly turned back to her. Her eyes were still firmly planted on the wall.
"I'm sorry," she said, monotone and emotionless at first. "I wasn't thinking clearly. I was upset. And angry. And I took it out on you."
Nate took a step towards the bed, watching her. The shell was starting to crack.
She took a deep breath. "Did you…?" She hesitated, closing her eyes. "Did you know?"
"What?" he asked curtly.
"About Dan and Blair? About the baby?"
Nate took a moment. "Yeah."
Serena looked at him, her crystal eyes swelling with remorse. "I didn't know how to deal with it. Didn't know how to deal with you." Serena swallowed hard. "And I truly thought…" She paused to consider her words. "I thought maybe after I told you I was giving Dan the divorce…"
Nate stared at the floor, already knowing where she was headed. They had started down this path once already tonight. Back at her apartment. In her bedroom. Where he'd wanted nothing more than to help her.
But instead she'd kicked him out.
Serena sniffed. "Do you not understand how badly you hurt me, Nate? I was standing in your kitchen. I was throwing myself at you. And you just…"
Nate shook his head. And she still didn't get it.
"Serena, stop."
"No, Nate. I thought we… We were good together. Why did you just stop wanting me?"
Nate rubbed his eyes, speechless.
"I want to know," she said, pleading with him.
He stared down at her now, a determined look in his eye. "I've never stopped wanting you, Serena," he admitted.
Serena looked at him, stunned.
"I've always wanted you. And you know that."
A hopeful smile began to grace Serena's lips.
"But here's the thing…" Nate's expression certainly didn't match hers. "I'm. Tired."
Serena's smile vanished.
"Tired of playing second fiddle to every other guy you come across. Tired of being there for you and having you push me away. And just because you and Dan are getting divorced…" Nate pursed his lips together, trying to conjure up the courage he needed in order to do this once and for all. To say what he needed to say. "I'm not the backup quarterback here. You can't just swap us out because the other one's retiring."
Serena was solemn, refocusing her attention to the wall as she began to face the cold hard truth.
"I'm truly glad you're okay," Nate continued. "But I'm tired."
There was a sudden knock on the door. Nate exhaled and plodded over to answer it.
Serena looked up mournfully as a husky bald delivery driver stepped inside, a massive arrangement of white lilies and pink tulips in hand. "For a Serena?" the man announced in a hefty Queens accent.
Nate glanced at Serena. It was a bit odd to be getting a floral delivery in the middle of the night.
"Need a signature," the driver announced impatiently, shoving the clipboard in Nate's hands and offering him a pen from behind his ear. Nate quickly scribbled his initials, and the driver was out the door again.
Serena warily removed the card from the bouquet to read it.
"Mia bella Serena, guarire il mio amore." - Agostino
Serena covered her eyes. Shit.
Nate considered the reaction. "Who are they from?"
Serena fidgeted. "Um… no one."
Unbelievable. She couldn't come up with one plausible person. She was about to crumple up the card when Nate snatched it from her hands.
He studied it for a moment. "Who's Agostino?"
Serena was quiet. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. She shook her head.
"Serena, who is Agostino?" Nate pressed, his jaw unconsciously clenching.
The door swung open, and a frazzled Lily entered, her head down as she shoved her phone into her purse. "Your father and Eric are en route to London and I just spoke with Claudia, the director…" Lily trailed off at the sight of Nate. She looked suspiciously between the pair.
Clearly she was interrupting something. "Hello, Nathaniel. Didn't realize you were still here."
Lily surveyed the flowers. "Why those are lovely." She smiled graciously at Nate. "How very thoughtful."
Nate stared at Serena, a heartbroken look on his face. He addressed Lily. "They're not from me," he said quietly, haphazardly tossing the card back in Serena's lap. Lily watched in confusion as Nate quickly saw himself out.
Serena inconspicuously shoved the card under the blanket.
Lily turned to her daughter and crossed her arms, a quizzical look on her face. "What was that about?"
"Nothing."
Lily took another step. "Well who are the flowers from?" she pressed.
"Don't know. Wrong room."
Lily heaved an annoyed sigh. Her daughter was obviously still in a mood. "Okay then. Guess I'm going home now. All of the arrangements have been made for tomorrow so…" She studied her daughter for another moment. Serena was a million miles away.
"Goodnight," Lily said.
"Goodnight," Serena returned, almost robotically.
Lily started to say something else, but quickly thought better of it.
On her way out the door, Lily glanced back at her daughter one more time, then flipped off the light.
It had been remarkably quiet on the sixth floor of Lenox Hill.
Until now.
Rufus looked up curiously at the sound of a newborn crying. He watched as an emotional father proudly emerged from a room down the hall with his new son, swaddled in a periwinkle blue baby blanket. The teary-eyed man presented him to an awaiting group of excited grandparents.
Rufus couldn't help but smile at the sight. He would never forget the first time he held his own son. He would never forget that shock of black hair on Dan's head, or those plump red cheeks. Even back then, he could see that Dan was an observer. Intelligent. He came into this world alert, with thoughtful eyes and an insatiable curiosity for the world around him.
He exhaled and reclined against the wall. He noticed Eleanor was looking down the hall in the direction of the newborn baby as well now. He could only imagine that she was having similar flashbacks of Blair.
Rufus glanced at Dan. He appeared to be doing some meditating. Or maybe some praying.
Unfortunately, Chuck was also in Rufus's field of vision.
Chuck picked the wrong time to look up, inadvertently making eye contact with the elder Humphrey.
Rufus shot him a bitter look, and Chuck immediately looked away, sinking into his seat.
The only thing stopping Rufus from storming down there and giving his former stepson a piece of his mind was the child snoozing away in his lap.
Rufus's phone started to ring. Crap. He fumbled around in his pocket, quickly retrieving it and turning the volume down. He glimpsed at the caller id. "Lily."
"Of course…" he muttered under his breath as he shoved the phone back down, deep into the abyss of his pocket.
He snuck another peek at Dan, who now sat on the bench, head in hands. Eleanor was back to wearing out a hole in the floor.
This was certainly not the company in which Rufus expected to find himself on a Monday night.
Or a Tuesday morning.
A few seconds later, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. "Son of a…" Rufus muttered as he pulled it out again. He shook his head. Lily was apparently bent on blowing up his phone.
He sighed and ambled down the hall as he answered. "What?" he snapped.
"Excuse me?" Lily snapped right back. "That's a fine way to answer your phone. After you obviously ignored me the first time!"
"What do you want?" he whispered, getting agitated.
"Why are you whispering, Rufus?"
Rufus glanced back over his shoulder. "Now's not a good time," he said bluntly.
"I beg your pardon? I believe we still have a few more things to discuss."
"I've said everything I need to say, Lil," Rufus informed her, getting un-intentionally louder.
"Dr. Kelly to the nurse's desk, Dr. Kelly to the nurse's desk," came a voice from the overhead loudspeaker.
Lily's brow furrowed suspiciously. "Are you still in the hospital?"
Rufus was guiltily quiet, but the sound of another newborn baby coming into the world completely betrayed him.
"Rufus, where are you?" Lily demanded.
Rufus looked down the hall to see the door to Blair's room open. He paused, watching with concern as Dr. Porter made his way over to Dan. The man had an inscrutable look on his face.
"I have to go," Rufus said suddenly, hanging up.
…
"Would you come with me please?" Dr. Porter requested.
"Um..." Dan could feel his legs turning to mush underneath him as he rose to his feet. "Okay." He made quick, anxious eye contact with his father, who gave him an encouraging nod.
Chuck and a speechless Eleanor watched as the doctor led Dan back into Blair's room.
Dr. Porter abruptly closed the door behind them and heaved a heavy sigh-like the overworked doctor he probably was.
Blair didn't look up when Dan entered. She was staring at the monitor, in some sort of drowsy trance. Dan slowly followed her gaze to the screen, but he couldn't make heads or tails out of what he was seeing. It was just some giant, hazy swirl of black and white and grey.
Dan forced himself to breathe as he braced himself for what he was about to hear.
The doctor had his back turned to Dan now as he leisurely took his place behind the ultrasound equipment. Dan watched him swiftly type something on the keyboard, then move the mouse around.
Dan glanced uneasily at Blair again. She had yet to blink.
He wasn't sure what the protocol was here. Should he be holding her? At the very least he should be holding her hand, right? But it didn't look like she even knew he was in the room. Her eyes were still glued to the screen.
Dan's eyes drifted down her body, and he now noticed her legs were spread, trembling just slightly. He couldn't see everything, but judging from what he could see, something appeared to be in a very uncomfortable location.
Dan cringed at the sight. All of this trouble… He was growing increasingly antsy. And the doctor didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry.
His heart was pounding like a runaway freight train now. He felt dizzy, like he might throw up. He was simply ready for the torture to end. Good or bad, he needed to know. Now.
He was suddenly jarred by what sounded like a tiny galloping horse.
"Here we go," Dr. Porter said, without any other explanation. "We've got…" He tapped his fingertips on the mouse. "One forty-six BPM." The doctor now appeared to be taking some sort of measurement of a tiny blob on the screen.
Dan scrunched his brow and looked at the monitor, confused. "So um, so what does that mean?"
"This baby's heart rate is one hundred forty-six beats per minute," Dr. Porter explained.
Dan's jaw slowly fell to the floor. "Um. Baby?" Dan stammered. "Did you say baby? So there's a baby? It has a heartbeat?" He turned to Blair in complete amazement. "Blair? Did you…did you hear that?"
A dazed Blair nodded slightly, still staring at the screen.
Dan closed his eyes with relief, just listening to the sweetest sound he'd ever heard in his life. Holy shit... His baby had a heartbeat. One hundred forty-six beats per minute. That was fast. Strong. Solid heart rate. Solid. The miracle of life was exploding in his ears. Dan simply shook his head. "Wow."
Dr. Porter placed his hand under Blair's gown, adjusting something. Blair grimaced slightly.
The sound stopped.
Dan opened his eyes anxiously. "What… why is it stopping?" He peered at the screen.
Dr. Porter moved his mouse around again, squinting for a quick second before taking another measurement.
"And here we go..." Dr. Porter said, basically talking to himself.
The sound returned.
And Dan relaxed again.
"We've got this one clocking in at…" Dr. Porter rapidly typed on his keyboard again, and then clicked on his mouse. "One thirty BPM."
Dan's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What um…what did you just say? This one?"
Dr. Porter pointed to a small mass on this screen. "This one right here, Baby A, is one hundred forty six BPM." He then pointed to another small mass. "And this one way over here. One hundred thirty."
Dan's eyes were blinking rapidly. "Are you saying Blair's… Is Blair having twins?"
Dr. Porter turned to face Dan, an amused look on his face. "Blair is pregnant with identical twins. That is correct."
Dan covered his mouth. He was starting to feel woozy again.
"But you're having triplets."
Lily stepped off the elevator onto the sixth floor, scanning around in confusion. She'd done a little investigating and found that there were three doctors by the name of "Kelly" at Lenox, but only one on call tonight. Dr. Linda Kelly. Obstetrician.
She immediately spotted Rufus sitting on a bench, literally twiddling his thumbs, a zoned out look on his face. She pursed her lips and marched towards him, but slowed as she caught sight of Eleanor—and Chuck and Henry as well.
"What in the world…?" she muttered.
Rufus frowned and sat up as he saw his ex approaching him.
"What's going on?" Lily questioned, genuinely concerned. She invited herself to sit down next to him on the bench.
Rufus was cool. "Blair was having some spotting."
Lily ruminated on this, then nodded sympathetically. "Do we know if the baby's —?"
"We're waiting to find that out," Rufus said, less than politely.
Lily nodded again. "And Charles is here," she noted.
"Yes," Rufus said. "He is."
Lily pursed her lips together, understanding that Chuck was not a welcome topic of discussion at this moment in time. She stood up from the bench. "Okay. Well thank you for filling me in," she said in a semi-sarcastic tone. This day was turning out to be a doozy. "I'm just going to go give my regards to Eleanor now," she announced.
Rufus sneered after his ex-wife.
Lily approached Eleanor with caution. The woman hadn't noticed her arrival—she was too busy obliterating her manicure.
"Eleanor," Lily called out in a comforting tone.
Eleanor turned, caught off guard. "Hello," Eleanor returned, not really in the mood for conversation.
"I am so sorry. I didn't even know she was pregnant." Lily extended her arms for a hug, and Eleanor politely reciprocated.
A spaced out Chuck looked over to see his stepmother and mother-in-law deep in conversation. He sank as far as he could into the bench, gripping his son even tighter against him. He gave him a kiss on the top of his head.
"Well we don't know anything," Eleanor explained as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I'm sure you'll hear something soon," Lily consoled.
Eleanor nodded. "I heard about Serena. I understand she's okay, though." There was a touch of rancor in her voice, leftover from the "Fashion Night at The Frick" incident.
Lily played it off. "Yes. She's okay," Lily confirmed. The quicker Lily could sweep this under the rug, the better. "Um…" Lily glanced over at Chuck. "I'm surprised to see Charles is here."
Eleanor turned to glare at her soon to be ex son-in law. "I'm rather surprised myself," she said, hardly masking her disdain.
"This can't be easy for him," Lily noted, clearly without thinking. She cast a sympathetic gaze in his direction.
Eleanor scoffed and looked at Lily, crossing her arms. "You have absolutely no clue, do you?"
Lily was offended by Eleanor's tone. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Eleanor."
Eleanor placed her hand on her hip. "Well let me just fill you in."
…
Chuck inconspicuously watched the two women in front of him. His ears were ablaze.
"I want to go home," Henry whined groggily, his eyes still closed shut.
"I know," Chuck whispered. He looked on as an embittered Eleanor addressed Lily. She was furiously pointing in his direction now. He couldn't hear her, but he knew exactly what she was saying.
Lily turned to look at her beloved stepson, a mixture of disappointment and disbelief on her face.
Chuck bowed his head.
This was it. The beginning of the end.
"Nate?" Jenny was thrown, but pleasantly surprised to see him sauntering into the Waldorf atelier.
She'd already sent Melinda and Whitney home, and was just getting ready to head out herself. But first she was tidying up and getting organized for tomorrow, not wanting to risk a tirade from Eleanor on the state of the workshop.
"What are you doing here?" Jenny asked curiously with a coy smile as she zipped up one of her sundresses into a garment bag.
"Ummmmm…" Nate meandered towards her, almost tripping over his feet. "Just…" He shrugged.
Jenny could see his eyes were glazed over as he stopped to play with a chalk wheel.
"This is cool. What the hell is this?" Nate chuckled, tilting his head to the side to examine it.
"It's chalk, Nate." Jenny placed her hand on her hip. "Are you drunk?"
Nate gave another slight shrug. "Maybe…maybe just a lil' bit," he slurred, gesturing with his thumb and index finger.
Jenny contemplated his appearance. His hair was mussed, and his clothing a bit disheveled, as if he'd been taking a nap in a bar.
Jenny hesitated. "Um, did you get to talk to Serena?"
Nate ignored the question and picked up a piece of mustard colored fabric instead. He laid it atop his head. "How do I look?" he quipped, doing a spin.
An annoyed Jenny walked over and yanked it off. "Tell me what happened."
Nate made a fish face and grinned, his blue eyes gleaming down at her.
"Nate, come on," Jenny warned. "Be serious."
"I am being serious…" Nate whispered. He was doing some serious gazing down the length of Jenny's body now.
"Um…" Jenny gulped and took a step back, pretending not to notice.
"You've really grown up," Nate commented. "Definitely not 'Little' J anymore…"
Nate inched towards her, and slowly moved his hand up to her face. His fingertips lightly caressed her cheek.
Jenny fidgeted, her heart beating so loudly she could swear Nate and everyone on the Upper East Side could hear it.
Against her better judgment, she made eye contact with him. "Nate. You're drunk."
Not to mention, it wasn't that long ago that he was shooting her down. Plus he'd just come from seeing Serena. This wouldn't exactly be a rebound, but it had the exact same characteristics.
Nate flashed a naughty grin as she continued to shuffle backwards. He countered her every step, continuing to cast his spell on her. "Why are you moving away from me?" he teased.
"I'm not," Jenny sputtered defensively as the backs of her thighs made contact with the cold, hard desk. "I'm just not sure…"
He had her trapped now.
"You don't have to be nervous," he murmured as he leaned down to nibble on her neck.
Jenny gasped in surprise. She'd been dreaming about this since she was a freshman in high school. They'd come close back then, but this was different. They were adults now. Two consenting, single, and very horny adults. So what was the problem?
I've been drinking I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
"Nate, I don't think this is a good idea." Jenny's eyes closed tightly as he continued to work her neck with his teeth and tongue. "You're drunk," Jenny reminded him. "And there are security cameras…" Her mouth opened at the feel of Nate's hand creeping under her skirt.
"And your point?" he asked.
"Nate," she gasped.
Nate pulled back and made heated eye contact with her, resting his forehead against hers.
"I guarantee you," he said. "We aren't the first ones to ever go at it in here."
She bit her lip in simultaneous confusion and lust, unsure of who he was referring to, but praying that it wasn't Cyrus and Eleanor.
Jenny slid her hands up Nate's chest, and onto his firm shoulders. She closed her eyes at the feel of them.
Jesus he was fit…
Nate started to grind against her, catching her lips for a steamy, wet kiss. Her eyes fluttered open briefly before seemingly drifting into an unconscious state.
He deepened the kiss, and his fingers found the edge of her panties, teasing her.
Jenny let out a tiny squeal as he suddenly lofted her up on the edge of the desk. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands; her legs were already parting in anticipation.
Nate quickly discarded his coat and tossed it to a nearby desk. He licked his lips, wasting no time in unbuttoning his shirt.
Jenny decided she could die right then as she watched him undress.
Nate grinned, watching as she surveyed his goods. He then dove in for another kiss.
Jenny giggled and panted against him. His bourbon soaked lips felt so good. His arms felt so good. Everything felt so good. There was nothing that could possibly ruin this magical early morning booty call.
Except the sound of Jenny's phone ringing.
"Don't answer it," Nate panted as he roughly hiked her skirt up and slowly slid her panties down.
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby I want you
Jenny tensed as Nate began to grind himself against her again. She squirmed as she felt his fingers gliding over her clit.
With everything she had, Jenny willed the ringing to stop. "Nate…"
"Please." He made deep eye contact, his breathing intensifying.
"It's three in the morning. What if it's an emergency?" She gasped, her head tilting back as he pushed two fingers inside of her. "Oh!" she cried, her legs clenching around his waist. "Oh God," she moaned as the ringing finally stopped.
"You're so wet already." Nate licked his lips as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of her. He watched her face. "Feel good?"
He already knew the answer.
"Yeah," she sighed as she closed her eyes, moving her hips in time with his fingers now. "Incredible."
Drunk in love, we be all night
Last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club
Drunk in Love
"You want to come like this?" he whispered against her ear.
She shook her head no.
Nate grinned, pulling his fingers out of her. He artfully snared a condom from his wallet, and quickly unfastened his belt.
Jenny opened her eyes in eager anticipation, watching with hooded eyes as he voraciously shoved his boxers down and rolled the condom over his hard length. She was practically gyrating off the desk now.
Nate made eye contact with her again as he positioned himself between her legs. He grabbed her hips and jerked her forward slightly.
Jenny held her breath and seconds later Nate was pushing his cock deep inside of her. She cried out, and he gave her a moment to get used to him.
He then began to pump torturously slowly, pulling out almost completely before filling her to the hilt with every thrust. He noted her facial reaction.
"How does that feel?" he whispered, gripping her hips tightly.
Jenny moaned, unable to speak. He was hitting that G spot perfectly.
She desperately clung to his biceps as he moved in and out of her with skilled precision, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. "You're so tight," he praised as he leaned down to kiss her neck.
"Oh…" she panted, tilting her head back as he pounded her into the desk.
Nate grunted in concentration. "Fuck you feel good."
Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers grappling with his hair. She was so close. With a few more hard thrusts, her walls were coming down hard around his cock, squeezing him for everything.
"Oh! Nate. Yes! Yes! Yes."
Jenny collapsed against his chest as he came right behind her with a loud grunt. Her fists were clinging to his open shirt as she came down from her orgasm.
He was quick, but effective. The reputation was well earned.
Nate gazed down at her, smiling and out of breath. He planted a long, steamy kiss on her lips.
Then like a pro, he removed the condom, tied it off, and discarded it into the nearest trashcan before swiftly pulling up his boxers and zipping his pants.
She watched him, the reality of what they'd just done starting to sink in.
Something else was sinking in, too.
Jenny closed her eyes. "Oh my God. What if that was Eleanor calling? Oh God. What if she was watching us?"
"Then she got an eyeful," Nate quipped, still clearly tipsy.
Jenny was freaking out now. She pulled her panties back up and pushed Nate out of her way, making a mad dash for her phone. She snatched it up and immediately looked at the caller id.
Her brow furrowed. "It wasn't Eleanor. It was my Dad. How very odd." She thought for a moment, and then hurriedly hit the redial button while she straightened up her skirt and pulled the rest of herself together.
Rufus answered on the first ring. "Jenny?"
She could already detect anxiety in his voice. "Dad? Is something wrong?"
Jenny could hear her father exhaling. "Didn't want to call you until we heard something definitive but…"
Jenny stiffened with fear. "Oh God. What?"
Nate looked on, her facial expression sobering him up.
"Blair's here at the hospital. She was having some spotting. Dan's inside with her and the doctor now."
"Oh my God." She covered her mouth and glanced over at Nate.
"No need to come back up here or anything. I know you're busy. Just wanted to keep you in the loop. I'll call back as soon as I hear something."
"But are you sure I shouldn't come up?" Jenny questioned. "I mean I want to be there for Dan."
There was a small pause from Rufus. "No, I know," he said. "But maybe just wait until we know a little more, okay? It's already a little tense right now."
"Okay." Jenny spoke softly, reading between the lines.
"Talk to you soon," Rufus said.
"Talk to you soon," Jenny echoed. She hung up and looked at Nate, who was staring back at her with concern. "What?" he asked, taking a step towards her.
"Um, Blair's at the hospital. She was spotting." Jenny's thoughts were now drifting to Dan. He was seriously having the day from hell.
"Oh God…" Nate said, echoing Jenny's thoughts. "But um…spotting. That doesn't necessarily mean… Right?"
Jenny shrugged. "I don't know," she said quietly.
They stood awkwardly now, body language having done a complete one-eighty.
Jenny glanced at the trashcan. "I should probably empty that."
Lily and Chuck sat in silence in the hospital cafeteria.
Her demeanor was chilly. She glanced at Chuck periodically as she dunked her teabag in her hot water.
Chuck was stone faced, staring down at the table and resting his head on his hand.
"You've known about this since Bart's death." Lily spoke cautiously; quietly. Accusingly.
"Yes," he replied shortly.
"Jack has no idea?"
Chuck shook his head. "No. I don't know. Bart set the whole thing up as a subsidiary."
Lily nodded.
Chuck rubbed his eyes. "After the loan was paid off I just…"
"'Sold' it?" Lily said with air quotes. "Except you got absolutely nothing for it."
Chuck was staring into space again.
Lily sighed and placed her hand on her forehead, staving off a migraine. "I don't know what to say, Charles. Except that I wish you'd come to me."
He looked at her. "And what would you have done?" he blurted defensively.
"For starters," Lily snapped. "I would have gone to the police. To the FBI. DEA. To SOMEBODY!"
Chuck squinted back at her. "Which is precisely why I didn't come to you."
Lily pursed her lips, biting her tongue as she set her teacup aside. "You know, Charles, I have always been on your side. Always. Even when you kidnapped your own son, I defended you. But what you've done here is reprehensible —"
"I didn't do it!" Chuck pounded his fist on the table. "This is what Bart left me with! But I cleaned up the mess. I did what I had to do to keep this company going. And I did it on my own."
Lily glared back at him in disbelief. "You want some kind of award? And obviously you didn't clean up the mess! And you didn't do it on your own. You did it by negotiating with criminals! And not the nice kind of criminals, the kind that slit your throat if you cross them!" She shook her head in exasperation. "The obsession you have with this company, Charles, the things it's driven you to do at the expense of your family—your wife, your child, even me!"
She rubbed her forehead. "I should have stepped in a long time ago. I should have seen something was amiss. Somewhere along the line you lost touch with reality! Nothing should be worth risking the lives of your family."
Chuck shook his head indignantly. "Don't you understand? I was protecting them! I was protecting you!"
"Was that really what you thought?" she asked dubiously. "Or were you trying to prove something?" Lily reached for her tea and took a sip to calm her nerves.
Chuck let her words penetrate him.
He then looked at her with dead eyes. His tone was now eerily calm. "If I lost the company he would win. I couldn't let him win. He didn't deserve to win."
Lily stared at him. She swallowed hard. "The man is dead, Charles. How could he possibly win?"
Chuck slumped in his chair. "I've lost everything," he said, his voice breaking. "I wish I was dead, too."
Lily sat up, incensed. "That's a selfish thing to say. What if your son were to hear you say that?"
Chuck held his head in shame.
Lily leaned in. "Do you even know where I was earlier?"
Chuck shook his head.
"I was already here. At the hospital. With Serena. She overdosed tonight. Cocaine."
An alarmed Chuck looked up at her. "Is she…?"
"She's going to be fine. Thank God. But when you say things like 'I wish I were dead,' understand that life is already very fragile. Death may not be as far away as you think sometimes."
A repentant Chuck stared down at the table again. He closed his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"I know, Charles," Lily said with a sniff.
They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the sounds of cafeteria workers stacking plates and stocking silverware.
Lily took another sip of tea. "It's abundantly clear that I've failed as a parent."
Chuck started to protest, but Lily waved him off. "Both you and Serena need to gain some serious perspective on life. Perspective that I obviously haven't been able to give either of you. You need to learn what it means to take responsibility for your actions."
She let that sink in before addressing him again. "What do you plan to do, Charles?"
Chuck held his head in his hands again. That answer was changing by the hour. Even though he'd signed the divorce papers, and even though he was all but resigned to losing Bass Industries, he just couldn't abandon his son. He needed to be there to protect him from the mistakes he'd made; from the danger he'd placed him in.
"I can't…" he said, his hands trembling. "I just can't, Lily."
Lily was stoic. "You can't continue to do business with a drug lord."
Chuck shook his head, racking his brain for an answer. "Maybe I can pay him off…"
"No, Charles." Lily gave him a pointed look. "The man told you point blank that he wants you to help him expand his business. You'll never be free until you take some action."
Chuck knew she was right.
"So unfortunately, that leaves you with only one option."
Chuck let out a small sob. "You want me to go to prison?"
Lily was fighting back tears. "I don't want you to go to prison, Charles. I want you to do the right thing. Perhaps we can plea?"
Chuck closed his eyes in anguish. "You don't understand. He's going to retaliate. He's going to come after my son," Chuck broke down now, sobbing uncontrollably into his hands.
Lily looked away, heartbroken, wiping her own tears away. "We will protect him, Charles. You have my word. But you need to remember you're doing this for him. Do you honestly want him to inherit this mess from you? Leave this for him to have to deal with someday?"
Chuck sniffed and shook his head, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
Lily took a deep breath to compose herself. "I'll call Reid. Hopefully he can advise us on the best course of action." She paused. "Let's not say anything to Jack just yet."
Chuck was too overcome to speak.
"You'll need to get your personal affairs in order," she advised.
Chuck nodded solemnly, knowing exactly what she was saying.
Lily reached across the table and squeezed his hand. He squeezed it back.
Confirmed.
Dan Humphrey really did have super sperm. Because the odds of something like this occurring were simply staggering.
He was amped now, watching the monitor in awe and hanging on the doctor's every word.
Blair, on the other hand, had officially succumbed to shock and exhaustion. She was fighting to keep her eyes open, even as the doctor continued to probe inside her.
"It's just so unbelievably rare what we're seeing here," Dr. Porter commented in amazement. "Especially with no fertility treatments involved." He shook his head. "Probably a million to one odds we're talking." He pointed to the screen with his pen. "You see the two sacs here and here?" Dan nodded eagerly. "Two babies here, and one baby over here." He paused. "And I don't believe I see anymore."
The doctor was only half joking.
Dan chuckled politely as Dr. Porter took another measurement with his mouse. "Looks like we're almost at nine weeks. Which should give us a due date of September 5th. Let me double check that."
The doctor continued to peer at the monitor as he clicked on the mouse. "Yep. And let me just verify… We have baby B's heartbeat at one forty-two BPM."
Dan was now quietly reciting the heart rates and birthdate to himself. "Baby A, one forty-six. Baby B, one forty-two. Baby C, one thirty. September 5th."
Or was it Baby A one thirty and Baby C one forty-six? He scratched his head and smiled. He was already getting them mixed up.
"So um, why couldn't we hear baby B's heartbeat?" Dan wondered with some apprehension.
"One twin typically drowns the other out," the doctor explained.
Dan nodded. "Oh yeah, okay. Makes sense." He glanced at Blair. He had no idea how she could be drifting off during such a monumental occasion. She was carrying three little miracles inside of her and he'd gotten no reaction from her at all.
"Shall I print off some pictures?" Dr. Porter asked Dan.
"Absolutely," a giddy Dan said enthusiastically. But he had a sudden, sobering thought. "So um, the bleeding…?"
The doctor turned to address Dan. "Could have been caused by a number of things. Intercourse. Cervical changes. Sometimes we just don't know. There's no sign of infection, though. We'll just have to continue to monitor."
Dan nodded, the doctor's comments putting him somewhat at ease.
Blair was actually snoring now, her lashes fluttering every so often. Her hands were now resting on her stomach.
The doctor studied her chart as the pictures printed out. "She has a history of hyperemesis gravidarum. I was going to say it might behoove her to start scaling it back a bit, err on the side of caution, but that might be taking care of itself already."
"Not quite," Dan thought to himself as Dr. Porter handed him pictures of his babies. "Some extras for the grandparents there," the doctor noted.
Dan studied them, mesmerized.
"As I'm sure you already know," Dr. Porter continued, "in the first trimester, there's a greater chance of miscarriage. But so far, everything looks good. Heartbeats sound good. With her becoming so easily dehydrated, I would make it a point to have a drink in her hands at all times. Water. Gatorade. Juice is good."
Dan breathed a sigh of relief. "Will do. Thank you, doctor."
Dr. Porter looked at Blair, amused. "And this is another first." He turned back to Dan. "If you want to step out now," he suggested. "I'll just finish up in here. Shouldn't be long."
Dan smiled in Blair's direction. Her lips trembled as she dreamed. He had no idea how she was doing it. There was no way he was sleeping tonight. Or anytime soon.
He stepped back into the hallway, carefully closing the door behind him. He leaned up against it, pausing to rub his eyes, still completely gobsmacked. It would be a while before it all settled into his system.
Just minutes earlier he was on the brink of despair, but now the yellow haze had lifted. Everything looked different. The sun had come out, and there were bluebirds chirping in his ear. Double rainbows abounded from the west side to the east, clear over Central Park.
Dan wore a grin the size of Texas on his face. He looked up, seeing that Eleanor was now seated on the bench next to Rufus, holding a sleeping Henry in her arms. He then glanced in the other direction. Chuck was gone. Which suited him just fine.
Eleanor's head bobbed up at the sound of Dan's squeaky wet shoes approaching; she catapulted herself off the bench, struggling to lift Henry up onto her shoulder. Rufus followed suit.
"Heavens, what took so long?" Eleanor exclaimed in annoyance. Her brow scrunched as she caught sight of the stupid grin Dan was sporting.
"Sorry, I should have… It's just that um…"
Eleanor huffed impatiently. "What?"
Dan decided to let the photos speak for themselves. "Here," he said, handing one to her.
Eleanor's face lit up. She then strained as she continued to struggle with Henry. Boy was heavy. She looked at Rufus. "Would you mind terribly…?"
Rufus was caught off guard by the request. "Oh, um." Before he could say no, Eleanor was shoving Henry into his arms. "That's better."
Eleanor sighed, massaging her shoulder before snatching the photo from Dan's hands.
"So there's nothing wrong...?" Eleanor's voice trailed off as she scrutinized the photo.
"Nothing's wrong. Blair's fine," Dan confirmed. "And so are the babies."
"Well this is just marvelous." Eleanor adjusted her bifocals as she continued to scan, clearly failing to completely digest Dan's words.
Rufus, on the other hand, had digested all of them. "Dan, did you just say…?"
"Babies," Dan reiterated with an emphatic nod. He handed his father a photo.
"Babies…" a stunned Rufus echoed as he accepted it from Dan's hand. He began to analyze it.
Eleanor froze, finally catching up with the conversation. "It's twins?" Eleanor questioned, adjusting her bifocals again and leaning down to study the photo even harder now.
"Triplets," Dan corrected, completely amused by just the word.
Eleanor's jaw was on the floor. "What? Are you…?"
"Serious?" Rufus finished her thought. His mouth was so wide a ship could sail through.
"Blair is having triplets," Dan confirmed, still breathless and amazed. "The odds are something like a million to one for this type. But yes. Tripping out. We're having triplets."
He pointed to a little blob on the photo that Rufus was holding. "Right there, that little peanut is Baby C." Eleanor was now peering over Rufus's shoulder, speechless, as Dan explained what they were seeing. "And these little guys—or gals—right here are twins."
Rufus began to chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Dan..." he pulled Dan in and kissed him on his forehead. Henry was wedged between them, somehow sleeping right through the excitement.
Eleanor was in shock, eyes frozen on the photo in her trembling hands.
Today had been an emotional roller coaster, and still lingering in the back of her mind was everything Blair had revealed to her regarding Chuck. It was a lot to take in.
And it was all going to be hell to deal with.
But here was the silver lining. Eleanor was going to allow herself this brief respite to celebrate, and simply pray that it would somehow be resolved peaceably. But she wondered how Blair would be able to handle it all.
The trio looked up at the sound of Blair's door shutting.
Dr. Porter approached. "Just to let you know, we're probably going to keep her overnight. Make sure her hydration level is good before sending her home."
"So I can…?" Eleanor gestured in the direction of Blair's room.
"Certainly. Although she's out like a light right now."
"Thank you so much, doctor," Eleanor said appreciatively, her head still spinning.
Dr. Porter gave an earnest smile. "Congratulations," he said. "Truly a remarkable feat." He smiled again at Dan, then headed in the direction of the nurses' desk.
Eleanor turned to Rufus. "Here, I'll take him," she said, gesturing to Henry. Rufus carefully placed the sleeping child back in her arms. She supported his head, then proceeded in the direction of Blair's room.
Rufus and Dan stared at each other, goofy grins on both of their faces. "How in the world?" Rufus said with a chuckle, still in shock. "Guess it's go big or go home with you, son."
Dan's expression turned serious. "Look, Dad. I'm sorry about earlier."
Rufus shook his head. "No, I overreacted. You're an adult. And I need to respect your choices. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying about you."
Dan gave his father an emotional hug. "Good," he said.
…
Chuck and Lily stepped off the elevator. "After I help Serena finish packing, I'll meet you and Reid at the townhouse." Chuck was barely listening, distracted by the sight of a father and son hugging it out in the middle of the hallway.
Lily saw them, too, now. "Well I wonder what this means," she commented apprehensively.
Dan quickly noticed Chuck and Lily coming towards them. "Oh good. They're back," he said sarcastically. Rufus looked up, making extended eye contact with his ex as they approached.
"How is she?" Lily asked, not really posing the question to anyone in particular.
"Good," Dan replied curtly. "Everything's good." He eyed Rufus, telepathically requesting that he keep the details to himself.
"Charles and I are happy to hear that."
Lily glanced at Rufus, Dan eyed Chuck, and they all stood in uncomfortable silence for a few moments.
Lily finally turned to Chuck. "I need to get started packing Serena's things. Are you going to be alright?"
Chuck nodded.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." Lily turned to address Rufus. "Rufus, a word?"
Rufus rolled his eyes, then looked at Dan, as if asking for permission.
"It's fine," Dan said quietly.
Chuck and Dan looked on as the former spouses strolled in the direction of the elevator.
Dan then turned his attention to Chuck. "Why are you still here?"
We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I just got a message that said "Yeah hell is freezin' over"
Chuck was stone faced. "The doctor finished? I need to talk to Blair."
Dan crossed his arms. "You're not going anywhere near Blair."
"I signed the papers, Humphrey. So you can lose the attitude now."
Dan was dubious. "If you already signed the papers, then you have nothing left to discuss."
Chuck's fists clenched. "It's about my son."
"The son you just lost custody of?" Dan shot back.
Chuck said nothing.
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
"She's asleep," Dan said. "Even if she wanted to talk to you, which I'm quite sure she doesn't, it's not happening."
Chuck took a heated step towards him. "Fine. If I can't talk to Blair, I'll talk to you."
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Dan's brow furrowed in confusion.
And I just got a message sayin' that hell has frozen over
"Because it looks like you're going to be raising my son."
Thoughts? ::goes and hides under her blanket::
I figure if Rufus can marry Lisa Loeb and Bart can fall off of a sky scraper to cheesy Star Wars music and come back from the dead, and Chuck can be presumed dead in a plane crash and Dan can be GG (sigh) - I'm sure I'm missing a lot of other things - but if all of those things can happen, then by golly Dan and Blair can have some triplets LOL.
This was actually the most fun chapter I've written in a while (I know you're like, "um, but you haven't written one in a while!"). But seriously. Fun!
I will definitely try to update quicker next time. Let me know if you're even still reading!
XOXO :Erin