Chapter 49
Thanksgiving was another holiday that came in with much to do, although for Blair it mostly consisted of ordering the servants around to get the job done on time and to her specifications. The guests she invited turned out to mostly be Chuck's sorted adopted family, or at least Lily and Rufus and their toddler son, as well as Jenny who flew in from Paris with her boyfriend Jacques and Serena who came in with Nate, again both very laid back and cool with it in their relaxed California style. Eric was also there surprisingly with some girl named Kira, who he said had followed him to college at Columbia, even after high school was over. Blair's stepfather, Cyrus, his daughter Yale, and his son Aaron were also all around, telling tales of their lives.
All in all it was a decent feast, although the drama was quite interesting when Rufus told a lame joke while some of the other family members were arguing over some issue Jenny had gotten into in France, which was only coming to light with the BWBCC. Blair didn't know how to handle it, since it turned out to be a business matter as well as a personal matter, and was heading toward her home office to talk with Jenny about it, when Chuck suddenly pulled her into their bedroom, much to her surprise.
"Woah...oh hi dear...I'm sure I could imagine what you have in mind...but I need to talk to Jenny for a few minutes, then I'll get back to you...I promise..." she laughed seductively as she gave him a kiss.
"Hmm...but can't she wait? Mmm?" he mumbled seductively.
"I wish but..." she sighed.
"But I know...Nonetheless...I apologize for being too potent...but I guess you can't stop a Bass from swimming upstream...I just didn't know how I missed the signs and didn't guess sooner this time..." he mused.
"Bass swimming upstream? Should've guessed sooner? What are you talking about Chuck?" she asked, a bit perplexed.
"Well...I found this in our trash...so..." he slyly said as he pulled out what he'd found in the trash.
"A pregnancy test?! Uh sorry hon...but this isn't mine. I'm not pregnant, I'm fairly certain." she laughed.
"Oh...well I guess I'll just have to try harder!" he chuckled.
"Chuck! Anyway, I wonder who's it is though? Hmm...maybe S or J are knocked up again? Or maybe its Eric's girl friend, Kira? Although that'd have to be the next immaculate conception with those two!" she laughed.
"Ah yes...the plot thickens. If not you, then who?" he laughed.
"Yes indeed quite the question! And I'm going to get to the bottom of it!" she exclaimed.
"Not until I get to the bottom of you!" he laughed.
"Oh Chuck! Down boy!" she teased.
"Aw...but I'm ready to play..." he moaned.
"Ah as I can see...Chuckie Junior is coming out to play...I must be doing something right." she laughed as she noticed the front of his pants had started to bulge out from his evident arousal. "Well then you'll just have to play with yourself until I get back, unless you want to help me. Of course that might not be so easy." she teased as she squeezed him with her hand.
"Ooh yess...still the venerable cocktease...are you sure you can't help me like you did...last Christmasss..." he hissed from her touch.
"I have a meeting with Jenny...but if it takes less than ten minutes, I'll be back and maybe then we can...pick up where we left off?" she suggested as she gave him a quick kiss and walked out of the room.
Blair walked into her home office and found Jenny already seated on a chair, looking at some designs another designer sent to her as an offer of her talents. Ruefully Jenny looked up from the portfolio and said, "Ah I see you're already looking to replace me...aren't my designs good enough for you anymore?"
"No...that's not it. Upcoming designers from the different schools send me their portfolios all the time, its no big deal. I was just glancing at that one because I thought some of her ideas for children's wear were pretty good, but that was it." she replied.
"Ah so are you looking to expand your line a bit? You could have at least let me know first, since I'm your chief designer." Jenny retorted.
"Yes...well speaking of expanding...you don't happen to be having issues like you had last year at this time, are you? Is it one of your French models this time or is it your assistant, Pierre?" Blair asked.
"What are you talking about, Blair? Me and Pierre? Last year?" she puzzled.
"Are you or are you not knocked up again? If you are we'll..." Blair asked.
"Pregnant? No! I learned my lesson from that one! I'm not pregnant again!" Jenny retorted.
"Oh okay, then you must not have been the one who... Never mind, anyway I do have some questions to ask you about some information I did hear about you and someone named Damien, from Amsterdam...and some of the designs going missing?" Blair inquired of her.
"All right here's the story. I got involved with this guy named Damien for awhile. It started off as a romantic relationship...but then we were just friends...and then I got into some things with him that are technically wrong in the US...and it just went down hill from there." she replied.
"Illegal things? What sort of illegal things? Drugs? Prostitution? Gambling? Racketeering?" Blair asked.
"All of the above...I think..." Jenny cautiously replied, then went on. "Okay here's the story. I got involved with Damien and soon learned he was a drug dealer. When I realized the extra money I could make selling blow to the models who work for our...your company...I sort of went with it. It wasn't until after that I learned that Damien's supplier was also involved in prostitution and racketeering, and when he started to raise it price and I couldn't pay and I wanted out...he started threatening me and sent this model plant in to get him financial compensation...which turned out to be her stealing several of my debut designs for the 2011 Spring Collection. Some of the mob were caught...but we're still out thousands of dollars..."
"Oh Jenny Humphrey...I don't know what to think...I'll have to digest all of this information first before I decide what to do with you. Are you okay otherwise? Nobody hurt you, did they?" Blair chided her, as she decided how to take the news.
"No I'm fine...and I've already started redesigning the pieces that were stolen from my collection, if that is any help." she replied.
"That's good. I'll talk to you later then, after I make some decisions. You can go now, Jenny." Blair replied as she sent Jenny on her way.
After taking a minute or two to compose herself, Blair left the room and walked down the hall, until she saw Chuck still waiting in the bedroom, as coy and sly as always. She walked in and closed the door and sauntered over to him to sit on his lap.
"So...how was your talk with Jenny? You kept me waiting a bit longer than I expected..." he seductively growled, as he rubbed her back with one hand and her thigh with the other, unhooking her bra with his right hand and her garters with his left.
"Yes...I know...Jenny isn't pregnant, but she did get involved in some nasty and illegal things..." she sighed as she rubbed the back of his neck with her fingers, feeling his pulse and playing with his hair as he played with her.
"...Nasty and illegal...Hmm...but those are only the most fun...ha ha..." he teased.
"Chuck!" she chided.
"Sorry but its the truth! Anyway what'd she do this time?" he laughed.
"Oh she got involved with a drug dealer who led her down the road to debauchery...sex, drugs, gambling, racketeering, theft, you name it..." she replied.
"Mmm...my type of guy!" he teased.
"Yeah you'd say so...but I'm glad you're not like that anymore..." she sighed as she stroked the back of his neck noticing that some of his skin was dry because of the winter weather. She then studied his distinctive brow line, realizing how much he did look like their son and vice versa. She leaned forward and tried to kiss away the worry lines that had already started to form on his forehead, instinctively feeling his temperature with her lips.
"Hmm...kiss me on the forehead? Am I your little boy too?" he whined.
"Well once a mother, always a mother. Anyway...yes you are my little boy...my bad little boy...who needs to obey mommy...so come on, let's see what I can get you to do to obey..." she teased as she kissed his jaw.
"Mmm...I can think of lots of things we could do..." he mused as he teased her with his fingers.
"Ah...and so can I...but we don't have much time...party to host...but still I think we have just enough time for...a quickie...since part of you is straining to come out and play..." she panted as he teased the juncture of her thighs with his fingers, and she slipped her hand down and through the fly on his boxers, causing him to breathe heavily.
"Mmm...indeeeed...you my girl have caught yourself a Basss..." he hissed and moaned as she played with him for a bit.
When they both realized that time was short and desire was long, he pushed her off of his lap, had her lean against the back of the chair, and lifted her hips so that they could be united in the reverse position. She gasped as he slid into her heat with a grunt and commenced to giving her a quick ride as Blair told him about Jenny's problems between moans of ecstasy and he gave her his advice, between his grunts and groans.
She could feel him shutter as he started to come after only a few strokes and she started to as well, her body clenching as she felt him fill her. She had to brace herself against the chair, sighing as she said "Well for all of Jenny's problems, at least she wasn't pregnant..."
"Yes...but now I think I know someone who is...hmm...I wonder which it'll be this time? A boy or a girl? Either way it's another Bass for the family tree...you can thank me in nine months" he seductively mused as he pulled out.
"Another Bass? Chuck, just because you cum doesn't mean you'll impregnate me every time! I'm on birth control...and anyway didn't you use a condom?" she chided him.
"Yes...but it broke...see!" he said as he showed her the torn condom still on the end of him.
"Chuck?!! Oh you!" she snapped as brusquely pulled it off of him and snapped it back at him like a balloon, causing him to yelp.
"Ow! What was that for?" he cried.
"Well it's what you deserve for buying such cheap condoms! Look on the expiration date the next time!" she pouted at him.
"They were fresh! They just weren't quite the right size! I'll get bigger ones next time... Anyway how was I?" he retorted.
"Well...you weren't too bad...though..." Blair began but was interrupted when one of the nannies came and said that their daughter needed fed, so she followed the caretaker to the nursery while Chuck put his pants back on and joined the party downstairs.
Once Blair finished feeding her baby, she went back downstairs too, bringing her daughter along as the nanny carried her son. She rejoined the family as their guests' attention all turned to the young Bass children. Everyone thought the babies were adorable and looked like miniature versions of their parents. Blair tried to gauge everyone's reactions to see if she could tell who might be the pregnant woman of the group...but everyone's reactions to the children seemed to be about the same.
It wasn't until the guests started to leave that Blair was able to figure out it was Dorota and her fiancée who were having a baby. When she approached her housekeeper and friend about it, she acted embarrassed at first, but admitted to it and accepted Blair's congratulations and encouragement.
All in all, Thanksgiving went well even if it did have its times of drama. After all of their guests left, Blair caught Chuck curled up on their sofa for a little snooze. The after effects of their big meal and the brief activity they'd had together causing him to be drowsy. Chuckling to herself at how cute Chuck always looked when he was asleep, she started to cover him up with a blanket, but then decided to join him so that they could spoon together on the sofa for a little nap, which they did.
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Soon after that, it became December and of course early December was the second anniversary of Chuck's father Bart's death. Even though Chuck became a bit sullen and moody that day, Blair insisted that they visit the grave together again.
"I don't know if I feel like going there today. I get a headache whenever I go out in the cold..." he complained.
"Huh? Why would you get a headache from going outside?" she asked skeptically.
"My sinuses! If I do this...Oh I can just feel them draaain...OOH..." he dramatically moaned as he lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well then don't do that, Chuck! Why don't you just take that prescription your doctor gave you the last time you had sinusitis? Then we can go to the cemetery together to pay our respects to your father. I know it's Bart's two year mark and that's part of the reason why you suddenly feel the way you do today." she sighed.
"That's not the reason why I have a sinus headache! Anyway, even with the prescription, I don't know if I feel like going to the cemetery...I feel like going back to bed..." he gruffly moaned as he dramatically snuffled his nose.
"You can do that when we get back, because the kids will be ready for their naps by then anyway. You don't need to be snuffling around like that with your big ol' nose! Here used this and blow!" she sighed as she handed him a Kleenex and even held it up to his nose.
Instinctively he did start to blow his nose into her Kleenex, until he realized what he'd done and mumbled gruffly "I'm Chuck Bass...and I can blow my own nose!" as he grabbed the tissue and finished the job.
"Well the fact that you even let me help you that much confirms a fact I've wondered for some time." she started.
"And what's that?" he mumbled as he blew his nose again, this time into his handkerchief.
"Oh that I don't have two kids...I have three!" she replied.
"What? Are you pregnant again?" he mumbled.
"No! My three kids are Matt, Tatum,...and YOU!" she laughed.
"BLAIR?!" he growled.
"It's true! Oh you're the great Chuck Bass most of the time...but whenever you get upset or even a little bit sick...you suddenly turn into a kid again...but I still love you." she replied as she kissed the top of his head.
"I hope so..." he replied.
"I do, and the children do too...that's why we're all accompanying you to the cemetery today. Then afterwards we can stop at Central Park again, visit the duck pond and Belvedere Castle like we did last year. We can even stop for a bite to eat and do some early Christmas shopping if you want to." she replied as she became more excited at the thought of shopping.
"It sounds like you have our whole day planned. But what if I don't...feel like shopping today? My sinus headache..." he inquired.
"We don't have to do all of that today...but I would like to go shopping with you sometime this month...before the holidays." she sighed.
So then they called their limo, bundled up the children, and went to visit Bart's grave. Even though it was cold out, and Chuck questioned the reasoning behind bringing the children along, Blair was glad she'd done it, especially when they got to the actual plot where Bart was buried and Chuck lifted his son out of the baby carriage and carried him over to talk to grandpa. She stood beside him as they 'introduced their children' again, until their daughter started to fuss, so Blair attended to her and it was while she was doing that, that she looked up and noticed Chuck and Matt. She didn't know what Chuck had said, but suddenly it looked like Chuck was almost crying and their toddler son was giving him a hug. It was so cute and poignant...so heartwarming and heartbreaking that she knew she had to get a picture, so she pulled out her cell and snapped a photograph. She then went up to him, carrying their three month old daughter as well, and together they had a family hug at the graveside, even though scenes like that weren't the norm for them in public.
After visiting Bart's grave, they did drive though Central Park, where they bought cocoa and coffee from a vendor, then visited the area around Belvedere Castle again. They chatted about the past year and the year ahead, until they both thought it was becoming too cold for the children and Chuck started complaining about what the cold air was doing to his sinus headache and his bones. With that they went back home to rest and warm up.
When they arrived back home, Blair noticed that the children were getting runny noses from the weather, so she decided to bathe them and put them into their pajamas. Meanwhile, Chuck took a bath in the tub to try to alleviate his sinus headache. When he was finished, he found Blair, who had just finished with their daughter, and was about to bathe and dress their son. As soon as she saw him, she said "Oh hi dear, I hope you're feeling better. Uh...can you watch Tatum while I take care of Matt? It'll only be a few minutes..."
"Yeah I'm feeling a little better, hon. Alright little girl, you get to come with daddy..." he said as he picked up the baby, who was clad in an adorable pink sleeper, and carried her off toward their bedroom.
Once there, Chuck played with his daughter, marveling at how much she looked like Blair even if she had some of his physical features too...you couldn't deny that little Bass jaw...even if it was a bit more rounded on her. He had fun watching the baby lift her head and roll over and coo and chortle and even get Blair's bitch face look when she tried to scoot across the bed and became frustrated.
"Aw...you are your mother's girl, aren't ya darling? Oh don't cry little girl...come here...your mama likes this, so maybe you will too..." he chuckled as he tried to soothe his daughter's fussing by laying her on his chest.
Little Tatum did seem to like it as she stared in his face and began doing baby push ups, as she lay on her tummy on his chest, and he rubbed her back and patted her diapered bottom to make sure she didn't fall off.
They lay like that for awhile, Chuck becoming bemused as his daughter kept gripping at his shirt to push herself up. When she started to drool, he thought she'd ruin his pajama top, so he moved her to his bare chest, so that she'd just drool on him. Instead he felt the tiniest baby fingernails dig into his chest and pull at his chest hair as little Tatum continued her exercises.
"Ow...Oh girlie, like mother, like daughter! Somebody will have to cut your fingernails. Don't scratch daddy, okay? Okay...time to go to sleep...yeah there you go..." Chuck laughed as he soothed his daughter by rubbing her back again, holding her against himself, until they both started to drift off.
By the time Blair walked in, both Chuck and his daughter were snoozing, and Blair chuckled to herself at the adorable image of Chuck Bass taking a nap with his infant daughter sleeping on his chest. She was almost ready to take a picture, when Chuck suddenly woke up and yawned, looking at her.
"Hello daddy! Did you put our little princess to sleep?" she mused.
"Yes...although she's a chip off the old block from you my dear...a real wild cat in bed...I think I have the scars on my chest to prove it...I think she needs a manicure..." he slyly admitted.
"A manicure? Ha ha, funny Chuck. Was she doing her baby push ups again?" Blair mused.
"Yes...that is why Tatum scratched my chest...She's into exercise...unless she' s just hungry...Ow!" he moaned as the baby turned her head at the sound of her name and gummed his chest nipple.
"I guess she was hungry! Ha ha...Come on baby, you can't feed off of daddy's boob..." Blair laughed as she climbed on the bed, took their daughter from Chuck, and commenced to breastfeeding their daughter herself.
"I don't have boobs!" he growled.
"Okay...daddy's manly pecs then!" she laughed as she reached over with one hand and rubbed his chest.
"Mmm...yeah that's better..." he mused as he playfully grabbed at her hand, and they picked on each other like the young adults they still were, until Chuck almost made Blair topple over on him while she was nursing the baby, which caused them to stop because in her opinion that wasn't cool.
"That's enough, Chuck! I'm feeding the baby!" she barked.
"Sorry, hon. I....Ah—ah-- achoo!...Oh lord!...Ooo...my sinus..." Chuck moaned, pinching his forehead after he'd sneezed because of his sinusitis.
"Ew don't sneeze on me or the baby!" she gasped, while he just moaned. "Well that's what you get for picking on me! Aw...poor Chuck, my love...I'm sorry if you don't feel good." she sighed as she instinctively felt his head.
"Did you take your medicine like I told you to?" she asked.
"Yeah...but it isn't working..." he moaned.
"It'll work, just give it time. Get some rest and you'll feel better later, my love..." she sighed as he groaned and submitted to her touch.
When she went to get up, he held onto her hand and groaned "Stay..."
"Chuck...I have to put the baby to bed...but I'll be back to check on you...okay?" she coaxed as she looked down at him compassionately.
She quickly kissed the top of his head, then scooted out of the bed to take her daughter back to the nursery. Blair laid her daughter in her crib, then checked on her son, who was still napping away...looking angelic and a lot like a miniature version of Chuck when he slept. Chuckling to herself, she watched her babies sleep for a moment, then left to go downstairs and see if one of the maids could help her prepare some chicken soup for Chuck. They were, and it was a few more minutes afterwards that she took a tray and carried two bowls of chicken soup upstairs to Chuck, who had already started to doze a bit.
"Good afternoon, Chuck my love...lunch is served...even if I am a little late..." she laughed.
"Aaahmmm...Yeah I wondered what was taking you so long. So what's on the menu?" he yawned.
"Homemade chicken soup and crusts of a French baguette, along with a cup of herb tea to help you with your cold...here you go..." she replied as she set the tray in front of him.
"Thanks...this looks good...so are the kids asleep already?" he replied.
"Oh yes they're sleeping like angels...as well as that description holds for our two...so are you feeling any better?" she replied.
"Hmm...a little...but I barely slept before you came up here for lunch. So you said something about going shopping sometime?" he inquired.
"Yes! Since its the Christmas Season...or Holiday Season in general...I'd like to do all of the cool holiday activities that I've always wanted to do from when I was a little girl, when I grew up. Things like going to the ice rink at Rockefeller Center, seeing the giant Christmas tree, going shopping along Fifth Avenue, taking the kids to FAO Schwartz and a few other toy stores, taking the kids to Macy's to see Santa Claus, seeing the Rockettes Holiday show, and so on..." she laughed.
"Oh...that sounds like fun. Well if you want to do that hon, we can make a day of it if you want." he replied.
"Really? You'd do all of that with me?" she asked skeptically.
"Sure. You are my wife and the kids are my family, so we might as well do something like that together at least one day. How's next week look for you?" he asked as he grabbed for his Blackberry.
"Next week will be fine...Oh wait a minute...I have a salon appointment on Tuesday, Tatum has a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, and Matt has playgroup on Wednesday...although I guess he can miss one day. I don't usually like to schedule time off from the office before Christmas...but I can be flexible." she replied.
"Well I have several meetings with some important clients the next two weeks...but I think I can squeeze you in one of these days...how about next Saturday?" he replied.
"All right, yes I can make that work. Next Saturday it is...Oh this should be quite the day." she laughed.
"Indeed...and this morning was quite the day too! Thanks...for accompanying me to my father's grave again. I don't know why this time of the year always hits me the hardest? I always feel like the ghost of my father is...haunting me in some way...then...well I'm glad you came with me today..." he sighed as they continued their conversation and finished off their late lunch.
Blair started to clear away the trays to carry them out of their room, when Chuck asked her to stay, and one look from his face, she suddenly felt overwhelming compassion for him, so she agreed to rest with him too. She kicked her shoes off and laid down beside him, but Chuck being who he was despite his illness, still grabbed for her, unbuttoning her blouse and skirt so that she'd be laying beside him at least in her underclothes because he liked the feel of her skin under his hands. Blair didn't mind laying beside her husband like that, but if she'd expected more she would soon be disappointed because the combination of the medicine he'd taken for his sinusitis, having a full stomach, and his wife cuddling against him, had their effect on him and soon Chuck Bass was sleeping like a baby...or more precisely exactly like his young son. Blair sighed, but then laughed as she watched her husband, Chuck, sleep...and soon started to drift off to sleep herself as she unbuttoned part of his pajama top and rested her head on his warm, bare chest, ran a hand over his chest hair and briefly toyed with his chest nipple their daughter had accidentally gummed, before she kissed his heart gripped his body and let his snoring put her to sleep.
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The next week sped by pretty quickly, and soon it was the day they'd chosen to go shopping. They packed the children and their strollers and other supplies into the limo and set off for their day. They took Dorota along to help with the children, and so that Blair could coax Chuck to try to skate with her. He did try, finally finding a pair of hockey skates to fit him, even if he wasn't very good. Blair was pleased that he even tried and she definitely didn't try to trick him or trip him, like that one time several years before with her father's partner Roman.
Trying to get Chuck to skate with her her was fun, but Blair soon realized that skating at Rockefeller Center wouldn't quite reenact the jewelry commercial where the couple try to help each other skate, and the guy surprises his woman with a diamond pendant (or ring, depending on which version aired on TV) while gripping a tree branch, mainly because the ice rink was in the middle of the city, not a secluded pond, so there were no tree branches, or dry ice fog, or anyone singing a cover of "I Got You Babe" to make the moment a romantic fantasy. Reality really hit when a couple of bratty ten year old school kids bumped into them, causing her to almost fall and Chuck to become angry. Then Blair heard their daughter crying from across the ice rink (how she knew it was her daughter, Tatum's cry that she heard and not another baby, she had no idea) she knew their skating session, albeit enjoyable, had come to a premature end.
They soon relaxed rink side over cups of steaming coffee and hot chocolate, and other snacks. Their daughter was crying because she thought it was snack time too, so she wanted fed right then. Unfortunately Dorota had to leave the young couple to fend for themselves, so Blair had Chuck feed their son Cheerios and Gerber Graduates toddler snacks, while she tried to breastfeed Tatum under a designer baby blanket. At first Blair was somewhat embarrassed to breastfeed in public, while Chuck and their son were fighting over the toddler snacks, and this was especially true when she recognized a few girls she'd gone to Constance with, but were a year or so older than herself. These girls were still in college, yet seemed to act like they were superior just because they went to Princeton and Harvard. When they saw Blair and Chuck, they made a bee line right toward them, as they carried their lattes in one hand and their designer bags in the other.
"Blair Waldorf? Is that you? It's been so long! What are you doing here with...babies? My did you get married or are you just babysitting?" the one girl asked, very surprised.
"Amy! Yes it has been awhile, hasn't it? I did get married, and these are my children, Matt and Tatum. And you probably know my husband, Chuck..." Blair said as she introduced her little family.
"Chuck? Ah! Chuck Bass...is that you? You look so...different! But I should've recognized you anywhere! It's great to see you!" Amy gasped.
"Likewise, Amy, Traci...is Kendra still around? We had some fun times together, if I recall..." Chuck slyly mused, clearly recalling something Blair didn't know of.
"Oh Kendra's going to Wellesley and is engaged to a pilot. I believe she is majoring in Communications, but I haven't spoken to her in awhile. Still I will be sure to let her know you asked about her. Yes we did have some fun times together, didn't we? The yacht club at Southampton...summer of 2007...ha ha ha..." Traci insinuated.
"Ha ha ha...yes indeed! Fun times...fun times..." Chuck mused.
"So what are you up to these days? Harvard and Princeton treating you well?" Blair interrupted them.
"Oh yes. We're both busy indeed. Being a double major in Pre-Law and French makes for a busy course load as well as being the chair of various social committees throughout the university. I was able to help my Sorority raise $50,000.00 for the Toys For Tots toy drive, and Traci can tell what she's been up to." Amy said.
"Thank you Amy. Yes as a double major in Political Science and Communications I have had the opportunities to travel around the world with my group at Harvard participating in various projects that simulate growth in the political realm and foster good will. I hope to someday to be able to create foundations to help the less fortunate as a way to give back." Traci replied.
'What do you think this is, Traci, the Miss America pageant?' Blair thought as she smiled up at them, and replied "Very interesting..."
"So what have you been up to, Blair? And how did you end up with babies and married to Chuck Bass? You apparently didn't go to Yale..." Amy asked, sarcastically sweet.
"Not yet, but I will someday. In the meantime, I married Chuck nearly two years ago, had Matthew a year ago, and Tatum in August. Since my mother's death, I've been the overseeing CEO of her clothing company and was able to merge it with Bass Shoes and the Blair Apparel Company, to create Blair Waldorf Bass Clothing Company. Currently, I'm on the bottom half of Forbes list of top companies in the US and am climbing every day. As you may already know, Chuck inherited Bass Industries after his father Bart Bass passed, and is thus the CEO and owner of a multi-billion dollar company, which had to battle a fire, a shooting and other incidences within the past year. I'm on the Cerebral Palsy foundation of New York because of my sister, Yale, and the American Cancer Society because of my mother, and the March of Dimes because of my own children. In this next year I hope organize and participate in a Relay For Life for the Upper East Side, and a fund raiser 5K run/walk for the March of Dimes and Cerebral Palsy foundation, as well as raising money for a playground in several neighborhoods, and am the chair of my local Mommy & Me playgroup...as well as raise two young children and be Mrs. Charles Bartholomew Bass...and I'm taking a few classes at Marymount. So am I busy? What do you think?" Blair replied satisfying glib.
"Oh really...wow Blair...I guess you are quite the busy bee these days! And here I was surprised you ended up with Chuck Bass, rather than Nate Archibald...so does that mean Nate is free?" Traci inquired.
"Indeed. Hmm...as far as Nate...well 'free' is a relative term, I must say. You might have to get past Serena Vander Woodsen though to get to that boy. But anyway speaking of old high school boyfriends...whatever happened to your boyfriend, David? I though you and him were practically engaged from last I heard..." Blair replied.
"Oh David's doing good...he's almost finished with Georgetown and is planning on doing an internship in Washington DC in the spring. After that, we plan to get married in approximately a year and move to DC permanently once I graduate with my degree." Traci replied.
"What about you, Amy?" Blair asked.
"I've been dating various guys from Princeton, but am now with Todd Marksberry who is also studying law...with the intent of becoming a judge someday...although he is the second Duke of Marksberry, so...I suppose anything can happen." Amy tittered nervously.
Suddenly the girls got calls on their phones and excused themselves, saying that they had to go, but they wished the Bass family a Merry Christmas and went on their way. As the girls left, Chuck turned to Blair and mused. "Well I guess you showed them who's boss?"
"Those girls needed to be brought down a peg, especially after insinuating that I wasn't good enough just because I married you instead of Nate, and became the mother of your children rather than attend Yale. Still being a business woman did make my life seem a bit more awe inspiring than just a college student, wouldn't you say?" she declared.
"Indeed! Though if you still want to go to Yale...I could help you make it happen..." he replied.
"Maybe...but what about the kids? Plus I'd miss you most of all. My classes at Marymount are fine and I'll continue with that. Yale might be a goal I can strive for later in life...and if it doesn't come to pass...I'll make sure our kids go! Our grandchildren even, if necessary!" Blair exclaimed.
"Ha ha! Grandchildren? My you're thinking into the future! Well I suppose that's good. I'd love to see the Bass family continue on into the future, indefinitely!" he laughed as he imagined what it'd be like to be a grandfather.
They chatted a bit more, then went on with their day, stopping at FAO Schwartz to check out the toys. Being young parents themselves, despite being mature most of the time, they were still drawn to the toys. Before they knew it, Blair had herself and her daughter wearing matching pink tiaras and was about to purchase princess costumes and a customized white & pink table and chairs so that Tatum could play dress up and have tea parties, just like Blair remembered having as a child. Meanwhile, Chuck was checking out the Thomas The Tank Engine toys, video games, and nearly bought his son Koda the Walking Triceratops to play with.
After a while, they met up when Blair walked past the video game section where she kept hearing Beatles songs and a slightly familiar voice singing along.
"Chuck what are you doing?" Blair asked as she gave a skeptical eye to the scene in front of her. Standing in front of her was Chuck with a video game guitar, while their son was hitting the electronic drums and jumping up and down, singing along.
"Hi love! I'm just playing Rockstar Beatles edition and I'm pretty good, don't you think?" Chuck laughed, doing his best Beatles impression.
"You're not too bad, Chuck. But...which one are you?" she replied.
"Oh, I've always seen myself as a cross between Lennon or McCartney...though I'm not sure which." he replied.
"Lennon or McCartney? Yeah right Chuck! You might not be that good to sound like them...although oddly enough you do sort of look like the cartoon John Lennon from the video game? Maybe because your grandmother is British?" she laughed.
"Hey you're right! Hmm...maybe I'm related to the Beatles? I'll have to look in my family tree!" he laughed.
"I don't think there are any Beatles crawling around in the Bass Family Tree, Chuck!" she laughed.
"Oh you never know! So what do you think about being married to a guy who a guy who looks like John Lennon?" he coyly asked.
"You don't look that much like him. Anyway what do I think? Uh...that you shouldn't niavely sign too many autographs outside of our home!" she replied.
"Autographs? Oh yeah...well don't worry, ever since that incident last spring, I have taken to wearing a bullet proof vest!" he laughed.
"A bullet proof vest? Oh good gracious! Yes 50 Cent!" she gasped and sarcastically retorted.
"Ha ha ha well it works! Anyway can we get the game?" he asked.
"Is it for Wii?" she asked.
"Yeah I think so..."
"Hmm...well I'll just have to see. Still Christmas is coming Chuck, so you might have to be patient, while I decide. Anyway what's that thing over there? And why is it walking?" she replied.
"Oh that's Koda the Triceratops! It walks and growls, the perfect gift for our son...until I can come up with enough money to make a real one." he laughed.
"A real one? Chuck, you know that Jurassic Park was just a movie, don't you?" she laughed.
"Yeah...but it doesn't hurt to dream. Anyway can we get Koda the Triceratops?" he asked.
"I don't know...are you sure he likes it? Matt seems a little scared..." she replied, then turned to her son "Do you want the moving dinosaur, honey?" as she brought him closer to the toy, but the boy started to cry.
"All right, that proves it. No Koda the Triceratops...at least not yet. He's still scared!" she chided.
"Aw...well what about this one? He's great!" Chuck offered as he showed them a two foot animated T-Rex, with a munching jaw and inch long teeth.
"That? No definitely not! If he's scared of the Triceratops, that thing would really give him a fright!" she chided.
"Oh! But what about you princess? I didn't know Tatum was old enough for a tiara?" he chided her.
"Well...I...was just...preparing her for when she wins the Little Miss Snowflake Pageant in January..." she laughed.
"A beauty pageant? Blair you know how I feel about those! Tatum's only what 3 – 4 months old? Why would you put her in a beauty pageant at that age?" he chided her.
"Because she's our little princess...and I know she could win. Anyway we're running late and I don't want the kids to miss seeing Santa Claus at Macy's!" Blair retorted as she tried to distract, Chuck, and move her family along.
Eventually they left FAO Schwartz and headed over to Macy's, where Blair became a bit distracted by all of the clothes, commenting on how cute the little girls dresses and shoes and boots were. Chuck looked at some of the men's clothes too and slowly they made their way through the store, until they got to the part where they'd wait in line for Santa Claus. The line lasted a while, until Chuck became impatient and said aloud "I'm Chuck Bass...and I don't have to wait in line for Santa!"
"Chuck what are you doing?" Blair gasped as she realized Chuck was bribing people so that they'd move to the front of the line. She thought that this was one of the most embarrassing events, bribing people to be able to see Santa Claus, but it worked and they were soon at the front of the line. They sat their kids on Santa's lap, but in a moment of stinginess, Blair took out her own digital camera and took a photo of her kids on Santa's lap herself. Still though the pictures weren't perfect because the kids started to cry, Blair grabbed her daughter and sat on Santa's lap herself, while Chuck took the picture, although she could tell he was suddenly jealous.
When they left Santa's village, Chuck huffed behind her "So how did you like sitting on Santa's lap, Blair? Did you feel his boner?"
"What?! Chuck, you're bad! Santa Claus did not get a boner from having me sit on his lap!" she gasped.
"Well I know if I was Santa Claus, I would have! Just having you sitting anywhere near me does crazy things to me...so it's probably true with all men." he growled.
"Oh Chuck not everyone is like you! Anyway, I'll make it up to you tonight. I have something I'll wear to put you in the holiday spirit...then you can play Santa Claus if you want to, alright?" she replied, trying to placate him.
"All right, but I hope you'll have something good." he replied a bit curious to what she had in mind.
All in all their shopping day together was fun but also fraught with its own drama as always.
~o~o~o~o~
That night, after they'd tucked the children in bed, Chuck went up to their bedroom and found a pair of red pajamas folded up on the bed, with a note saying to wear them and wait a few minutes in his chair in their bedroom. Chuck eagerly did that, quickly donning the pajamas and sitting in his chair, as he waited for Blair, anticipating it more and more.
Eventually Blair walked into the room wearing a Santa hat and red and white teddy that looked like a Santa suit, though the sexiest Santa suit he'd ever seen.
"Hello Santa Chuck...I've been wondering if you're accepting good girls or bad girls to sit on your lap?" she asked.
"Hmm...whether you're a nice girl or a naughty girl is for me to decide...but either way come sit on my lap...its all your's." he mused.
She sauntered over to him and sat on his lap, making sure to rub against him to get the best reaction, which soon came. "Hmm...Santa Chuck...is that a candy cane in your pants...or are you just happy to see me?" she seductively teased as she rubbed against him with her hand.
"Hmm...well...if you're a nice girl, you'd be content to wonder, but if you're a naughty girl...you're welcome to a peek and a lick if you dare..." he seductively drawled.
"Oh yes...and I'm feeling a bit naughty myself so I think I'll have a peek..." she said as she slid to the floor at his feet and undid his pajama pants until they slid to the floor. "Oh my Santa Chuck...what a big...candycane you have there! It even has a ribbon and everything!" she laughed as she saw the red ribbon he'd tied around himself.
"All the better to stuff your stocking with my dear!" he hissed as she untied the ribbon and stroked him.
"Oh indeed...but first I think...it needs at least one lick...for good measure..." she teased as she saw the seductive look glittering in his eyes and the smirk on his face that meant he'd definitely wanted her to do as she planned.
"Coyly, she leaned forward and licked him from base to tip, swirling her tongue around as she tasted him and knew that he was getting ready. To add to the fun, she peppermint flavored condom on him so then he did taste like a peppermint stick. After teasing him to the point that she knew he'd burst because of how he held his stomach muscles, she climbed up in him, straddling his lap, as she let Santa Chuck stuff her stocking, both coming together as they rode their wave of passion, biting each other on the collarbone as they succumbed.
For the next round, Chuck carried her over to the bed where they made love again, passionately reveling in each other. As they were together, Chuck glanced down and loved the way their bodies looked meshed together like that, their limbs intertwined, bodies united, her nipples nestled into his chest hair, and the orgasmic look on her face as he gave her what they both craved. Indeed it was a happy holiday for the both of them, as they collapsed together in each other's arms after awhile.
