Chapter 26
A couple of days later, Blair knew that she needed to do a bit more Christmas shopping and some of her favorite department stores were having sales, so with her credit cards and a bit of cash in hand she told her husband her plans for the day.
"Chuck, hon, you're off today aren't you?"
"Yes, I took the day off, although I always have business crap to work on, if I need to. What are your plans for the day, are you going to spend it here?" Chuck asked slyly.
"No...because it's almost Christmas and there are sales to get to at Bergdoff's and Macy's and Bloomingdale's, etc. and I was just wondering if I could borrow your limo for part of the day...please?" Blair asked.
"What if I tell you no?" Chuck teased.
"Well then no Christmas gift for you...from the store...or otherwise..." Blair teased back.
"Oooh if you put it that way...fine then, you can borrow it. Just don't use up all the gas running all over town, or boss around my driver too much." Chuck laughed.
"Oh all right, I'll try to be nice...ha ha...anyway have a good day Chuck, with your business crap or whatever you call it. Dorota and Olga will be here to take care of the baby, though you can check on him if you want to because he should be getting up soon. I'll try to be back before four today, for Matt's feeding, but if I'm not there is some extra in the fridge. Remind Olga of that if she forgets...though maybe I should tell her...anyway thanks again, hon! See you later, love you!" Blair said as she gave Chuck a quick kiss and hurried off for her day of shopping.
Chuck just relaxed and went back to reading his paper for a bit longer, until he decided to get dressed, sort of, and sauntered downstairs for breakfast where Dorota had already french toast and eggs. Chuck had just settled in with his breakfast, when the telephone rang and Dorota answered it. Suddenly, she started babbling something in Polish, put the phone down and ran to the stairs where she called for her cousin Olga, who came downstairs complaining that Dorota was being too loud.
Chuck just shook his head and took his breakfast with him into the living room, where he turned on the TV to drown out the sound of Dorota and Olga arguing in Polish. He was just flipping through the channels, and had briefly paused on the Cartoon Network, when suddenly Dorota walked in and interrupted Chuck, telling him "Sorry Mister Chuck, family emergency so Olga and I must leave. You take care of baby son because you are poppa. We will come home...sometime."
"Uh...okay Dorota, whatever you say. I hope everything will be fine." Chuck said nonchalantly as he went back to watching television.
After a while, Chuck realized that he was hearing some strange noises, which he at first thought was a commercial, then his cell phone, then he realized that Dorota had left the portable baby monitor on the end table next to his chair, and that the noises were coming from his son. Reluctantly, Chuck got up out of his chair and walked upstairs to the nursery, where he found the baby crying in his crib.
"Aw, what's wrong son? Are you afraid? Are you hungry? Are you wet? Eh...I guess you're wet...okay how do I do this?" Chuck wondered as he picked the baby up and carried him to the changing table, where he found some diapers in a package off to the side.
Carefully, he was able to take the baby's pants off and get his diaper off, despite feeling bad that his son was crying the whole time. When he got the diaper off, Chuck commented "Well at least you just pissed yourself...eh it happens to the best of us, believe me! Ooh what did the doctor do to you? Yeah I'd cry too son, if mine looked like that! Good thing I didn't let Cyrus' rabbi have a go at you, or there'd be nothing left of the Bass family jewels. Ha ha. I'll try to be careful, son." as he tried to put a fresh diaper on the baby as he squirmed around.
Chuck then put the baby back to bed, while he briefly tried to find some fresh clothes for him. Finding another little pair of pants for his son, Chuck tried to put them back on him, but for some reason they didn't fit right, so Chuck did the best he could and wrapped the baby up in a blanket, sat him in his carrier, and carried him downstairs to his office.
Chuck sat the babyseat on the floor near his desk, then got to work on some business matters he had to deal with as his son mostly slept. Chuck mostly dealt with his business matters for awhile, until he became hungry and his son started to wake up again, so he said to the baby "All right son, lets see if there is anything around here to eat...Hmmn is there anything to eat?" as he sauntered off to the kitchen, carrying the baby seat by its handle.
"Hmm...leftover chinese, leftover italian, leftover soup, pizza rolls, macaroni and cheese...I don't know if anything sounds good...eh maybe I'll heat up the pizza rolls...okay how do I do this again? 'Turn on the oven to 350 degrees...'" Chuck quoted as he tried to figure out the oven controls in his own kitchen.
Eventually, Chuck figured it out and had the pizza rolls heating up in the oven, when he realized his son couldn't eat pizza rolls, so he happened to look in the fridge and found several jars filled with a milky substance, which caused Chuck to laugh when he realized what Blair had done.
"Well son, it looks like I found lunch for you after all, me boy...and if this is your baby bottle you're quite the lucky boy indeed!" Chuck laughed as he found the Andiri breast bottle that was sitting near the sink drying out. Fortunately for Chuck, the bottom lid was off or otherwise he might not have realized that you'd have to have the bottle upside down to fill it.
He then took the milk out of the refrigerator and was going to pour it straight into the bottle, but something caught his eye on the jar the milk was in, so he poured it into a large mug, microwaved it for a few seconds, then poured it into the baby bottle.
He had just finished with the bottle, when Chuck realized his pizza rolls were done, so he pulled them out of the oven, almost burning his fingers, and put them on a plate, then tried to carry the pizza rolls, his son's seat, and the baby bottle all at the same time into the living room.
"Woo, all at once! I'm still the champ! Okay son, let me show you the finer points of something I used to like to play when I was a boy...Fifa Cup 98! Okay where's my Playstation?" Chuck asked, mostly to himself, as he scrounged around for his old game system, which he found shoved in a cupboard, beside the TV set.
"Woo, I got it! All right son, here it is, the greatest soccer game ever! Every team from every country! So which do you want to be, Everton? Liverpool? Man United? Man City? Brazil? Australia?" Chuck laughed as he set it up, plugged in the game, and Blur's 'Song 2' blared as the credits rolled and Gasionge did his header during the intro.
Chuck was still setting up his team, and simultaneously eating pizza rolls, when he realized that his son was making a bit of a fuss, so he paused where he was in his game and said "Oops sorry son, I was feeding my face, but I forgot you're probably hungry too! Okay, let's see if I can feed you myself! ... All right, let's see...I'll hold you like this and here's your bottle...Ha ha, this is quite the bottle isn't it? Yeah it does sort of look like your mama...sort of feels like her too...though not quite the same size...hmmm?" Chuck mused as he held the unique baby bottle he wasn't sure where Blair had picked up. He even messed around and took a drink from it, but then decided it was supposed to be for his son, so then he fed it to the baby. As he watched his son eat, Chuck first laughed at how hungry the baby seemed, but then a wave of contentment and even love overcame him, which was quite unusual for Chuck to experience that he didn't know what to think. Suddenly, he just leaned down and gave a kiss to the baby's forehead as he was feeding him, surprising even himself.
After baby Matthew finished his bottle, Chuck put him up on his shoulder to burp him, and get back to his game, but playing a video game one handed wasn't easy, and soon Chuck realized he wasn't just smelling baby spit up as he got a whiff of his son's little bum.
"Ew yuk son, you didn't do what I think you did, did you? Ooh...and I'm still home ALONE?! Urgh...Blair, where are you? Okay, Matt, I guess I'll have to do what I have to do..." Chuck grumbled as he carried the baby upstairs to the nursery.
Chuck laid the baby on his changing table and began to strip him, until he pulled off his son's diaper and almost gagged. "Mustard yellow?! Gross! Yuck, son, you crapped your drawers mustard yellow? I hope that's normal! Okay now hold still so I can wipe this off...where'd I put the wipes? Ugh...Blair! Dorota! Olga...or whoever!" Chuck grumbled as he tried to keep one hand on the baby, while he looked for the box of baby wipes.
As soon as he found the wipes and stood looking at the baby, his son suddenly peed on him, nearly hitting his eye, but getting his face and the front of his shirt. The yellow baby poop had also started to spread on the baby's foot, the changing table, and got on Chuck's shirt as well as his son's clothes. "Oh...great son! You pissed on me and now you got your crap on me...great way to say thank you! Oh...but I can't say it's only your fault! Come on, lets get cleaned up...and let Blair take care of the nursery!" Chuck laughed as he scooped up his son and headed toward the bathroom.
When he got to the bathroom, Chuck realized that the quickest way to get both his son and himself clean, would be to take a shower, so he laid the baby in the sink, stripped himself and the baby down, then carefully stepped in the shower with his son, making sure to be extra careful not to drop the baby while he quickly washed both of them off, with his body wash.
Once he was done, Chuck wrapped his infant son in a towel, and headed into his bedroom, where he quickly dressed himself in a t-shirt and lounge pants, then took his son back to the nursery, where he put a fresh diaper on the baby, and a sleeper pajamas that vaguely matched his velor lounge pants. They then went downstairs, where Chuck tried to resume his Fifa Cup video game, but laying in his Barcolounger with a baby on his chest, after trying to keep up with his needs all day, just put Chuck to sleep as well.
When Blair came home that afternoon, it was to that scene, which was one of those moments she knew she'd remember. Yeah the living room was a mess, and the TV looked weird with the video game paused mid stride, but to see Chuck sleeping on his chair with his little son sleeping curled up on his chest like that was so adorable! Especially funny too, when Blair realized they were both drooling in their sleep the same way too. Before she woke either one of them, Blair whipped out her cellphone and took a picture to use as her background wallpaper, because she thought it was just too cute, and something none of her old friends would believe.
After taking the picture, Blair picked up a burp cloth and threw it over her shoulder, before she picked up her son, because she didn't want to ruin her wool jacket from her jacket and skirt outfit. After picking up the baby, Blair ran her hands through Chuck's hair, noticing it was still damp, and leaned down for a kiss, when Chuck suddenly groaned and woke up as he pulled her down onto to arm of his chair.
"Hi hon, did you have a busy day today, taking care of our son?" Blair laughed.
"Yeah, you wouldn't know the half of it! Uh what time is it? Did you get your shopping done?" Chuck yawned.
"It's about four o'clock or so. I met up with some of my friends from the mother's club, Mary,and so forth. I thought I'd see Serena, but she didn't get there in time. I did get some great surprises though. Anyway, how was your day? Did you just shower because your hair's still damp? Where's Dorota and Olga? And why does our son smell like your body wash, Chuck?" Blair asked bemused.
"Dorota and Olga had a family emergency and left about half an hour after you did this morning, so I've been taking care of our son myself. It was actually sort of...fun...I fed him and changed his diaper and was going to show him the finer points of Fifa Cup...but I guess I fell asleep." Chuck laughed, then went on "Blair, do you know our son poops yellow mustard?"
"Oh did you just find that out? Yeah I know that...its because he's just breastfed for now. Did you have to change his diaper?" Blair laughed.
"Yes, and it wasn't easy because I nearly gagged when it got all over everything upstairs...and when he pissed on me it was the last straw! So we took a shower, then came down here and we fell asleep." Chuck groaned, recalling the incident.
"You took a shower with our baby? I hope you were careful!" Blair gasped.
"Sure I was careful! I held onto him tight and put a washcloth over his head so that the spray wouldn't get him too much. And he seemed to enjoy it too, because when I changed toweled him off, he got a little stiffy. It was the funniest thing to see...although he seems to lean to the..." Chuck commented.
"Ha ha well, I'm glad you were careful in the shower, Chuck. Hmm...the idea of you showering with our baby sounds so adorable...yet so hot! Don't worry about the baby's reaction, peeing on you and getting excited, is normal for infants, especially that age! As far as leaning...I'm not going to comment...except to say like father like son." Blair laughed as she tried to walk away, but Chuck wouldn't let her.
"Are you trying to tell me something, Blair?" Chuck coyly said as he grabbed at her bottom.
"What do you think? Anyway I have to go put our son to bed before he wakes up, he's getting a little heavy." Blair playfully said as she tried to get up.
"Nope, you're staying here...come on, rest with me Blair, pleased." Chuck groaned as he continued to toy with her.
"Oh not the seductive puppy dog eyes...Oh I'd love to...but what about the baby or my gifts?" Blair moaned.
"Just leave the gifts where they are...and you can put our son in his car set over there...just lay with me Blair...play hooky for old time sake..." Chuck groaned.
"Okay Chuck...just make sure you make room on the Barcolounger for me. Give me a few minutes." Blair said as Chuck let her up.
Blair walked over to where her son's infant car set was beside the couch and put him in it. Then she removed her pantyhose, jacket, and tweed skirt, and grabbed a blanket off the couch, as she went over to Chuck who moved over on his chair just enough to let her climb in beside him. Chuck soon pulled her close and caressed her as they got cozy under the blanket on the recliner. The remainder of Blair's clothes, was nothing to Chuck, and Chuck's casual lounge wear was nothing to Blair, so their nap time soon led to trying to make love on the Barcolounger, which was something that both had secretly wanted to try to do since buying the chair several months before. Still, they were both glad for the blanket Blair had grabbed, since the living room was a little chilly and who'd know who'd walk in.
They did end up falling asleep together on the chair, waking when Dorota came in and checked in on them. "Oh Miss Blair, Mister Chuck! I interrupted? I'm sorry! Anyway I got back. Olga stay with cousin who have twins now, so you take care of your own baby. Sorry so late."
"It's okay Dorota, we were just napping right now, anyway. Congratulations to your cousins for having twins and so forth....we'll be going upstairs now, won't we Chuck dear?" Blair stammered as she slipped her bikini back on and rebuttoned her blouse as she climbed off the chair and Chuck groaned, rearranging himself under the blanket.
Blair helped Chuck from the chair, which was now a bit sticky from sweat and so forth, as she collected her clothes, Chuck collected the baby, and they went upstairs to shower and change into fresh clothes for dinner. Chuck decided it would be nice to go out to dinner, so after their shower, Blair fed their son, they dressed up, and went out to eat at Tavern on the Green, then saw the Christmas show at Rockefeller Center. Then on their way home, feeling nostalgic and the spontaneity of the moment, they made love in their limo for old time sake. All in all, it was a good evening for them both.