I'm supposed to be taking a hiatus from writing for the month of August but you all can see how well that's going. This came to me and I had to write it. As a full charge nanny myself I know this industry and a little bit about what new mothers go through. I used my actual agency and my placement director for this fic. Also just a little fact about me I often use names of people I've known. For example in this story Lillian was our Ned's actual baby nurse and she was British and Missy Ryan was a neighbor and friend of a former employer. It helps that I've worked for WASPy rich families. Hope you all enjoy this little chapter. For my readers in the US enjoy the upcoming holiday weekend.
"No, absolutely not," Blair Waldorf Bass seethed as she glared at the retreating back of the twenty something, blonde haired, blue eyed girl exiting the formal living room.
Her husband sitting on the couch next to her released an irritated sigh tossing the young woman's resume on the ever growing pile of discarded ones on the coffee table in front of them. He straightened his tie and sat back onto the cushions.
"What was wrong with her? She's experienced, mature and well-mannered." He was trying very hard to rein in his annoyance.
Blair was eight months pregnant with their first child and things overall had gone along quite nicely. Blair was healthy and there had been no complications with the pregnancy. The renovations and decorating of the townhouse they had purchased a year earlier had been completed and they had moved in two months ago. The nursery was beautifully decorated and the closet full of Baby Dior, Jacadi, Ovale and custom pieces were waiting for the arrival of their son.
The only thing they had been struggling with was childcare. The baby nurse had come about easily. The word on the Upper Eastside was that Lillian Baker was the one and only baby nurse to have. She was British and her resume was sublime. She had even helped with the Countess of Wessex after the birth of her two children, Lady Louise Windsor and James, Viscount Severn. Blair had literally stolen her away from Missy Ryan who was due the exact same week as her. She offered Lillian double her usual salary plus two month's severance when she was finished. Lillian thrilled to add the Basses to her resume was only too happy to accept.
Unfortunately Lillian's standard time with any family was three months. She was booked through the next seven months and wouldn't be able to stay on any longer. That meant the need for a full charge nanny able to start in the next two or three months and that is where they were stuck.
They had been working with the top nanny agency in New York and probably the country for the past three weeks. The agency only worked with top shelf nannies and every resume they sent to Blair was of the highest quality. The few girls that actually made it past Blair's stringent requirements were now being interview by them, one after the other. Blair had had a problem with the first five they had seen.
Chuck raised his eyebrows at his wife. "Well, what was it?"
Blair rolled her eyes reaching out to pick up her glass of water and taking a sip before responding to him. "She was obviously a party girl. Don't let that ruffled blouse fool you. I am quite certain that underneath it is a tramp stamp."
It was now Chuck's turn to roll his eyes. "Seriously Blair, you have no way of knowing that. Her references were flawless."
Blair turned her heated gaze on him as she rested a hand protectively against her huge stomach. "Are you questioning my ability to take care of our son and make the right choices for him?"
Chuck scoffed. "Have you completely lost your mind? How in the world did you come to that conclusion? I personally think you're being way too picky and I think if this continues we'll never find a nanny."
She set her glass aside. The crystal rang out as it came into hard contact with the end table. "This isn't like hiring dancers at Victrola or a bartender for Gimlet. This is finding someone to trust with the most precious thing we'll ever have; our baby. How can I possibly leave every day to go to the atelier if I have to worry about who is watching him and whether she's hungover from her night at Bijou?"
Chuck sighed in defeat. He knew she was feeling overwhelmed at the moment. She was extremely hormonal and exhausted. This final month of pregnancy was taking its toll on her. He reached out and took her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips he placed a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist. He brought it down caressing it gently as he leaned forward looking at her.
"Blair I know how hard this all is but every one of these girls have been vetted by the agency. Pat is only arranging for us to see the very best but you also have to be able to keep an open mind. No one, and I mean no one, is going to be able to take care of our son better than you but we need to find a close second." He put an arm around her and kissed her temple gently. "Can you try to be unbiased for the next one? Can you do it for me?" He pulled her into a hug.
She nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. I just want the very best for him. I will try to be open minded."
He kissed her as the living room doors opened and Pat Higgins, the head of placement for the nanny agency, walked in.
"Mr. and Mrs. Bass what did you think of Angela?" She eyed Blair hopefully.
Chuck decided to take this one for Blair so Pat wouldn't think she was completely crazy. "She was okay. Definitely close to what we're looking for but I just didn't feel that connection."
Pat immediately tried to mask her frustration. She only had one more girl scheduled and she was starting to think this may be the first time in her long and illustrious career that she could not find a placement for a family.
"Okay well I saved the best for last. Her name is Pamela Wellens. She is beyond capable. She's the thirty one year old with the fair amount of newborn and toddler experience I told you about the other day Mrs. Bass." Pat handed each of them a copy of her resume.
Blair glanced over the papers and then raised her head and smiled at Pat. "Yes I remember. She sounded wonderful and the resume looks impressive."
Pat nodded feeling some relief. "Excellent. I'll send her in."
"Please." Pat left the room and Blair turned to look at Chuck. "I'm excited about her. She's an art history major and she's fluent in French."
Chuck smiled at her and silently whispered a prayer that this woman was the one. They were starting to all blur together for him.
Pamela walked in and immediately Blair knew she would never do. She was auburn haired, green eyed and gorgeous. She crossed the room with poise and confidence. Her voice when she said good morning was almost melodic and it had that slight accent that signaled good breeding and manners.
She shook both their hands and took a seat across from them. Blair stared enviously as she easily crossed her legs. Her body was fantastic. She was all legs. Tall and naturally thin the exact opposite of Blair.
The next twenty minutes was spent asking her questions. This was just a preliminary interview. If they decided they really liked anyone they would bring them back for a more in depth discussion. Pamela was perfect. Her references were stellar and her experience was top notch. She answered each question with thought and care.
As the interview was winding down Chuck realized this was the one. She was perfect in every way. He felt such a sense of relief. He could see her caring for their son and not having any reservations about it at all.
He stood up to shake her hand and then turned to Blair helping her up from the couch. It was then that he became aware of how quiet his wife had become. Blair shook Pamela's hand and Chuck said they would be in touch.
Pamela smiled brightly at them thanking them for taking the time to meet with her and she was looking forward to speaking to them again soon. She turned and left the room.
Chuck waited until the door was closed before turning to Blair. "She's perfect. This is exactly what we've been looking for. She's mature enough without being too old. She's educated and experienced. Plus the French will be a plus. What do you think?" He looked down at his wife expectantly.
Blair tossed Pamela's resume onto the pile and lifted her tear filled eyes up to meet his. "Yes she's perfection personified. She's pretty and thin and a great conversationalist. I'm sure you would love to have her around the house everyday gushing over how wonderful you are. The way she laughed at your stupid, little jokes." Blair rolled her eyes.
Chuck held up his hands. "Whoa, where is this coming from? I was speaking about her abilities to care for our son and nothing more."
Blair crossed her arms above her large stomach. She felt huge and uncomfortable and worst of all completely unattractive. "You didn't notice how gorgeous she was? The way she casually flipped her hair over her shoulder as she mooned over you was pathetic. If I hadn't been here I think she would've crawled into your lap purring like a kitten."
Under any other circumstances Chuck would've burst out laughing assuming she was joking but staring at his wife he knew she was completely serious. In her mind this had all happened. "Blair…"
He reached out for her and she slapped his hand away. "No, don't you dare placate me. I'm not blind." Her bottom lip began to quiver.
There was a knock on the door and Pat hesitantly entered the room. She could tell there was tension between the two of them. "So what did we think?"
Blair who was seconds away from bursting into tears looked down at the floor; Chuck not wanting to air their private affairs stepped around her and crossed to Pat. He placed a hand at the small of her back as he started to lead her out and into the hall.
"We think Pamela may be the right choice. Can you give us a day or two to discuss and pull our thoughts together?" He had led her into the front room where she had been meeting the girls before bringing them into the living room.
Pat bent down gathering all her papers and putting them into her bag. "Of course Mr. Bass." She slid the strap over her shoulder and they walked into the foyer together. She paused at the front door. "Have Mrs. Bass touch base with me tomorrow and in the meantime I will speak to Pamela and let her know the two of you are possibly interested."
Chuck shook her hand. "Thank you for everything. I know my wife can seem a bit tough but she's just very thorough."
Pat pulled the door open and stepped out onto the front stoop turning to face him. "Mr. Bass I've been in this business for twenty five years and I've seen it all. Mothers, especially first time ones, find it very hard sometimes to come to terms with the thought of trusting their children with basically a total stranger. I understand it completely. When the right person comes along the two of you will know."
On that note she turned and walked down the stairs. Chuck closed the door and headed back to the formal living room. A quick inspection of the space told him Blair wasn't there. He went straight up the stairs and to their master bedroom knowing he would find her there.
He found her sitting on the chaise near the window. Her head was bowed and he was certain that she was crying. He crossed the space and sat down next to her. Immediately he knew he was right. There were tears glistening on her cheeks.
He reached up wiping her cheek gently with the pad of his thumb. "Blair, sweetheart, talk to me. Tell me what's really wrong."
She shook her head as she leaned into him. When he wrapped his arms around her she started to sob. After a minute of a complete meltdown she slowly started to calm down a bit. "I'm fat and uncomfortable and every one of these girls is prettier and thinner than I am. Not to mention the fact far more capable of taking care of my baby than I am. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing."
He squeezed her even tighter and kissed the top of her head. He realized that she was completely petrified. She always seemed so confident and sure of everything and he should've known better.
He kissed her one more time and then reached into his jacket pocket handing her his handkerchief. He watched as she dabbed at her cheeks and the corner of her eyes.
"I'm such a mess right now." She lifted her gaze to him.
He shook his head. "No you're not. You are beautiful." He searched her face waiting to see it change. Waiting to see her accept and believe the words he was saying to her but she wasn't. He reached up and cupped her cheeks in his hands. "I know this is a lot for you Blair. You've been working and handling all the house stuff not to mention the nanny search and you're doing it all so brilliantly that I forget about how you may be feeling about everything." He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. He then rested his forehead against hers. "I know you're scared right now but I want you to also know that no one is going to be a better mother than you. Our baby is so lucky to have you."
He stood up reaching out taking her hand in his and helping her up from the chaise. "I also want you to know how attractive I find you." She rolled her eyes snorting in a very unladylike way. He shook his head. "No it's true. You have never been sexier or more beautiful to me than you are right now carrying my child."
To prove his point he started to kiss her. He deepened the kiss as he slowly moved his hand down the side seam of her dress and pulling it up slightly slid his fingers along her bare upper thigh.
She pulled back slightly. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."
He took her hand and placed it against his very stiff cock which was bulging against his pants. "Does that feel like I'm faking it to you?"
She cupped him gently and raised her eyes to his. There was a soft smile playing on her lips. "You sure you're not thinking about Pamela."
"Let me show you exactly how much I'm not thinking about anyone else but you." He started kissing her again this time with a lot more passion. He slowly maneuvered them over to the bed. He undressed her kissing every single inch of skin he uncovered. By the time he laid her back onto the bed she was practically panting with need.
They had had a very healthy sex life throughout her pregnancy. When Chuck said he found her sexy he wasn't lying. There were very few things he hadn't experienced throughout his sexual past and having sex with a pregnant woman was one of them. Blair reveled in being the first for him (and the last as she often reminded him).
As good as it had been, the last week or so had been a lot harder for Blair. As her due date fast approached and her stomach became even bigger it meant more and more restrictions on positions and the amount of force Chuck could use when thrusting. They had experimented with various positions from spooning which was most comfortable for Blair to having her on all fours and him behind.
This time he wanted to see her. He wanted to be able to watch her face as she came. He quickly undressed and returned to her leaning over and kissing her as his hand cupped her very sensitive breast. He slowly made his way down her body; kissing her as he went.
Finally he stood up standing between her legs. He gathered her thighs in each hand and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed. He positioned himself at her wet center and slowly entered her; careful not to push too deep.
She immediately responded arching her back as much as she could off the bed. "Oh Chuck," she panted over and over.
He watched as she closed her eyes and turned her head moaning softly. He only thrust about ten times before she came. She was so easily aroused lately. He smirked as her head thrashed from side to side as she rode out her orgasm. He continued to push in and out of her.
He wasn't even close to finishing and by the time he was ten minutes later he had brought her to two more orgasms. He collapsed on the bed next to her whispering her name.
Blair felt like her body had become jelly as he helped her fully onto the bed. He settled her in his arms as he kissed her. She felt content and for the first time that day completely happy. Only her husband had the power to do that to her.
He whispered how beautiful and perfect she was against her ear and before she knew it she was drifting off to sleep.
The next day after a long discussion with Chuck, Blair made the decision to move forward with hiring Pamela. After she had real time to think about it she knew she was the best choice. Chuck reassured her that she was their son's mother and no one would be able to change that and she knew he was right.
A few weeks later when Henry Charles Bass had finally made his appearance in the world his parents were completely ready for him. Not everything went perfectly but Chuck and Blair learned to navigate the waters of parenthood together and no two people had ever looked better doing it.