This one shot is Henry's first birthday and how that may make Blair feel. I had a hard time with this one and I don't know why. I had it perfectly written in my head just not sure it translated to the page. But regardless here it is. I also want to dedicate this to Cosmokaramel and wish her a very happy birthday! And as always thank you for the continued reviews and favorites. You guys are the best. Nothing belongs to me.

Everyone in the Bass household was walking on eggshells; from the assistant and the florist to the chef and the staff. Even Dorota who had literally seen and heard it all felt the tension getting to her. The cause of all this fear was an irate Mrs. Bass. It was amazing to everyone how a 115 pound brown haired, brown eyed beauty could make a chef twice her size tremble. But she had. Jean Michel was now cowering in the pantry trying to hide from the wrath of his employer.

"Why is no one capable of doing their jobs around here?" Blair Bass ranted as she crossed the kitchen and entered the hall. She had a clipboard in hand and was flipping through her perfectly typed "to do" list.

It was the day of Henry's first birthday party and as with all things on the Upper Eastside it was a huge affair. The UES didn't just do cake, balloons and presents they also did cocktails, silver, china and dinner for eighteen.

Blair entered the dining room and immediately shouted for Dorota. The ever faithful housekeeper was two steps behind her.

"Yes Miss Blair."

"What are those?" she gestured to the flower arrangements on the table.

Dorota glanced from the flowers to her employer and back again to the flowers. She wasn't sure if this were a rhetorical question or not. "Flowers?"

Blair rolled her eyes. "Obviously I know that but they are clearly higher than eight inches. They are ten at least. I specifically stated the arrangements should be no taller than eight inches. Did the florist not get the message or is she just incompetent?"

Just then said florist stepped into the room unaware of her faux pas. "Is everything to your liking Mrs. Bass?" She clasped her hands behind her back.

Blair turned to face her slowly. "Actually it's not. I made one simple request and that was for eight inch high arrangements. These are clearly taller than that. Our guests should be able to look at one another without straining their necks to see over the sky high flower arrangements."

The woman stammered for a moment and then cautiously responded. "Your last minute request of snapdragons changed the height slightly. They are only nine and three-quarters. I feel they are still an okay height Mrs. Bass."

Dorota cringed as she took in her employers face. Blair took a deep breath. "How you feel is really unimportant to me. What isn't, however, is my simple request of eight inches. Fix them immediately or I may have to find a new florist."

Blair left the shocked woman and her trusty maid behind as she stormed out of the room. The rest of the afternoon Blair spent reprimanding everyone. She made the housekeeper mop and buff the marble foyer two times until it was shining so brightly she could see her reflection in it.

The only moment of peace anyone got was when she had gone upstairs to put Henry down for a late nap. She wanted him well rested for the party. Those twenty minutes were short lived and before the staff knew it she was back in the kitchen inspecting the alcohol delivery.

Tom from Sherry-Lehmann's was waiting patiently for her to finish going over the order.

Suddenly she looked up. "There are only three bottles of the '98 Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame Rose. There was supposed to be six."

Tom glanced down at his order form looking for the total. "The order says three bottles Mrs. Bass."

"Clearly the order is wrong. I went over the list twice myself before leaving it for my assistant to call in."

Tom cleared this throat. "Perhaps your assistant made a mistake. I can head back to the store and get the other three bottles for you."

If looks could kill Tom would be dead on the floor. "Are you trying to tell me that…?"

Blair was interrupted by her husband's voice. "Tom that won't be necessary, I have a case in the cellar. We're good." Chuck stepped into the kitchen removing a hundred dollar bill from his money clip and handing it to the grateful man. "That will be all for today. Thank you. Oh, and tell Joe I'll take whatever bottles of the 1964 Bowmore he has available. Just have him send it over."

"No problem Mr. Bass. Thank you. Good bye Mrs. Bass."

Blair crossed her arms and stiffened her back as she felt her husband's arm slide around her waist. "Good bye Tom."

As Tom left the kitchen and exited through the service entrance Blair pulled away from Chuck turning to glare at him. "How dare you do that to me?"

Chuck slid his money clip back into his pocket sighing. He glanced around the kitchen noticing the staff trying to be inconspicuous but obviously taking in the entire scene. "Perhaps we should go upstairs to talk."

She shook her head. "I don't need to go upstairs Charles Bass. But what I do need is a husband who doesn't come in here acting all lord of the manor."

Chuck smirked at her. "Lord of the manor? What the hell are you talking about? You were being completely rude and unreasonable to Tom and I simply put an end to it."

She felt her cheeks begin to warm. "Screw you." She pushed past him and fled the kitchen.

Chuck looked around to see everyone's expressions of pity. "Don't you all have work to do?" He turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen as everyone quickly lowered their heads and went back to their tasks.

After a few minutes of stewing Chuck decided to find his wife and apologize. He knew she was stressed about the party. She was a perfectionist and wanted everything just so. He met Dorota at the top of the stairs.

"Where is she?"

Dorota cocked her head towards the end of the hall. "In bedroom. I wouldn't go in there if I were you Mr. Chuck. She on warpath."

Chuck rolled his eyes. "What is going on with her?"

Dorota shrugged. "She stressed about Mr. Henry's party. You know Miss Blair must have everything perfect. Poor Leslie was in tears and threatened to quit because Miss Blair yell at her for not putting Mr. Henry in his rain jacket for walk to park."

Chuck sighed. Leslie was their fourth nanny and she was actually really good at her job. He didn't want to lose another one. "Do I need to talk to her and beg her not to quit?"

Dorota shook her head. "I already did. I calmed her down and told her not to worry this is just Miss Blair's crazy day."

"More like crazy week," Chuck mumbled under his breath. He smiled at Dorota. "Thanks. I'll handle it from here. Can you take care of everything downstairs?"

Dorota released a breath. "Of course Mr. Chuck, don't worry everything will be exactly the way Miss Blair wants it and good luck you going to need it." She hurried down the stairs.

Chuck stopped by the nursery on his way down the hall to check on his son. He opened the door and slipped into the room.

Henry was sound asleep on his back. His left arm was lying above his head and his right clutched the Babar elephant Eleanor had brought him from Paris the last time she had visited. Chuck smiled at his son and felt his heart swell. He was beautiful and perfect and his. He reached into the crib and pulled the ivory cashmere blanket up a bit higher so he wouldn't get cold. He then tiptoed out of the room closing the door behind him.

He headed to the end of the hall and braced himself before entering the master bedroom. He crossed through their sitting room and into the bedroom. Blair was nowhere to be found. He could hear the water running in their bathroom so he took a seat on the chaise and waited for his angry wife.

Blair opening the door of the bathroom was startled to find her husband there casually lying back on the chaise flipping through his phone.

"What have you come to chastise me some more? Downstairs in front of the staff wasn't enough?" She stormed to her vanity sitting down on the padded bench and began to furiously run a brush through her hair.

Chuck stood up sliding his phone into his pocket. "Blair, I wasn't chastising you. I just felt the need to end an uncomfortable situation."

"I was handling it." She continued to run the brush through her curls.

Chuck reached out taking the brush from her hands. "Blair?"

She gave him an annoyed look in the mirror. "What?"

He placed his hands on her shoulders. "What is this really about it? It's not about flower arrangements or missing bottles of wine. I know you. There's something else going on."

She shrugged his hands from her shoulders standing up and turning to face him. "Maybe it has to do with the fact that in three hours I will have not only Dan Humphrey in my home and Nate's latest fling but the psychopath Georgina Sparks and her offspring sitting at my table."

Chuck threw up his hands. "What the hell was I supposed to say to Jack? Tell him he's invited but not the woman he's dating? We can't do that Blair. They're a couple now and they're getting serious. We have to accept that."

She shook her head. "They are not serious. She's using him to weasel her way into my life."

Chuck took her hands in his. "This is more than Humphrey or Georgina." He touched her chin and lifted her face. Her eyes were glistening with tears. "Talk to me."

She shook her head as tears began to stream down her cheeks. Chuck pulled her to him and she resisted for a second before burying her face into the front of his sweater. He began to rub her back. "Blair what is wrong?"

She sniffled and wrapped her arms around his back. "It's Henry."

Chuck kissed the top of her head. "What about Henry?"

"He's growing up too fast. He's a year old and soon he'll be two and then ten and before I know it he'll be walking out the door to go to Yale and that'll be it. He'll be gone."

Chuck smiled hugging her tighter. "It's what children do Blair. They grow up and move on but he'll always be our child no matter what."

She shook her head. "I can't believe how fast this year has gone. It's been like the blink of an eye. I'm not ready to lose my baby."

"You're not losing him. He's still our Henry and he's not going anywhere."

She pulled back from his arms and wiped her cheeks. "I know you're right and the rational side of me understands that but then the mommy in me comes out and I just feel like it's all slipping away…" she stopped suddenly looking up at him. "Oh God, I'm one of those crazy mothers aren't I?"

He leaned down and kissed her placing both hands on either side of her face. "No you're not. You are a wonderful mother. Don't you ever forget that." He started to kiss her more deeply this time.

She pulled back reluctantly and looked up at him. "Chuck what are you doing?"

He was unzipping the back of her dress. "I think you need to destress a little." His hands slowly roamed down over her bottom along her thighs and back up and under the hem of her dress.

She gasped as he cupped her bottom. "But the party…"

"Dorota has everything under control. Besides he's one, he's not even going to remember tonight."

"But we'll remember…" She didn't finish as he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist kissing him.

He carried her to their bed and laid her back onto the duvet. "I know just what you need." He pulled her panties from her and covered her body with his kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Two and half hours later and a very relaxed Mrs. Bass reappeared in the kitchen. Jean Michel bent his head and continued to whisk the glaze for the champagne carrots.

Blair stepped over to the stove taking a spoon and dipping it into the saucepan and tasting the mixture. She smiled sweetly up at her chef.

"Tres, tres bon as always. I'm sorry about exploding earlier."

The shocked chef nodded. "It iz fine Madame Bass," he responded in his heavily accented English.

The entire kitchen watched as Blair sauntered out of the room. No one knew for sure what had happened to cause the change in her but they all knew they had Mr. Bass to thank for the calmer Mrs. Bass.

She entered the dining room to find her mother and Dorota rearranging flowers on the mantle.

Her mother looked frustrated. "Blair, darling, where have you been? These arrangements are all wrong."

The florist came rushing in. "Mrs. Bass I'm on it. Your mother decided on a change."

Blair shook her head. "Susanne, its fine. Mother," she turned to face Eleanor, "leave it. Everyone is going to be arriving soon. Dorota can you light the candles please."

Dorota eyed Blair suspiciously and went off to do what she had asked. Just then Cyrus came into the room carrying a giggling Henry.

The minute he saw his mother his arms reached out. "Mama." He began to wiggle in Cyrus' arms and he set the boy onto his feet.

Blair held her arms out bending over. "Henry, sweetheart, look at you all dressed for your big party. You look so handsome."

Henry, who had only been walking for the past two weeks, toddled over and into Blair's outstretched arms. She scooped him up placing kisses all over his face. He started to laugh.

Eleanor sighed. "You're going to spoil that child Blair."

"It's impossible to spoil a baby, Eleanor." Chuck walked over to his wife kissing her on the cheek before taking Henry from her. "Isn't that right Henry?"

Henry started to babble as if he were answering Chuck.

Eleanor took a glass of champagne from the waiter. "He's already got you wrapped around his finger, Charles."

Chuck looked at his mother-in-law. "Yes he does and I'm perfectly fine with that." He shifted Henry into his right arm and wrapped his left around his wife's waist. "Let's go sit down in the living room where we'll all be more comfortable.

They followed Chuck into the other room and sat down. Chuck placed Henry on the floor with a selection of his favorite toys. Cyrus immediately sat down next to his grandson. He was one of Henry's favorite people because he was so much fun to be around.

Within the next forty-five minutes everyone had arrived including Vanya with Ana and Leo. Blair played the perfect hostess welcoming Georgina and Milo with a smile.

Dinner was fantastic. The food was delicious, the conversation intelligent and the wine free flowing. By the time the table was cleared and champagne was poured Blair was completely relaxed and feeling happy.

Leslie brought the birthday boy to Blair and she took him onto her lap kissing his cheek.

Jean Michel brought out Henry's birthday cake made by Sylvia Weinstock herself. It was a vanilla buttercream cake with lavender fondant and silver accents. It was beautiful.

Everyone sang happy birthday and Blair helped her son blow out his candle. Henry laughed and clapped for himself. The cake was cut and served and Henry immediately proceeded to make a mess of it. Blair was using a spoon to help feed him but her son had other ideas and reached out picking up a piece of the cake and shoving it into his mouth.

Everyone laughed as Henry got his first taste of cake and loved it. Blair set the spoon aside deciding it was a lost cause.

Henry realized his mother wasn't partaking of the sweet dessert and twisted in her lap holding up his hands covered in cake.

Blair smiled. "Are you sharing with me Henry?" She leaned forward and took the bite he offered her.

Henry smiled the biggest smile and suddenly decided to hug his mother. She gasped as he leaned his frosting covered face against the front of her dress and used his frosting covered fingers to grab her sleeve.

Everyone held their breaths for a moment waiting for Blair's reaction. She didn't hesitate even a second before wrapping her arms around her son and kissing the top of his head.

Serena laughed. "Who would've ever thought we would see the day when Blair Waldorf was okay with the destruction of a couture Lanvin dress."

Blair rolled her eyes. "It's dry cleanable and besides what is more couture than this little guy right here." She kissed the top of her son's head one more time before standing up and handing Henry to Leslie so she could go clean up a bit.

Before she left the dining room she turned back to her best friend. "Oh and Serena, its Bass not Waldorf."

By midnight everyone had finally left and Chuck and Blair stepped into the nursery together to check on their exhausted son one more time before turning in themselves. They stood side by side looking down on their sleeping child.

Chuck wrapped an arm around Blair's waist. "He is so lucky and he doesn't even realize it."

Blair reached down running a hand over his soft brown hair. "I don't think there has ever been a more loved and adored baby in the world."

"We done good Bass." He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

She looked at her husband. "We done very good Bass."

He kissed her one more time and led her out of the room. As they closed the door Henry smiled softly in his sleep as he dreamt of cake, frosting and hugs.