Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans and to everyone else happy Thursday! This was kicking around in my head for a while and I decided to post it for the holiday. I want to take this day of thanksgiving to thank all my readers for your unbelievable support. Whether it's reviewing, favoriting, subscribing or tweeting me it means so much. Without you guys I wouldn't be as inspired as I have been. Also for those of you asking (and there have been a few) the update for White Lies is coming. This time of year is crazy for me and this next chapter is another tough one. I promise I am working on it and hope to get it up sooner rather than later. In the meantime enjoy this little one shot. Thanks again!

Thanksgiving was Blair Waldorf Bass's favorite holiday. It always had been ever since she was a little girl. It was about family, love and being together. These were things Blair always held close to her heart. Once she married and started a family of her own it became all that more important.

The center of every Waldorf, and now Bass, family Thanksgiving was her father's pumpkin pie. Yes it may have been Bobby Flay's recipe originally but somewhere along the line it became known as Harold Waldorf's famous pumpkin pie.

As Chuck and Blair's family had grown, first with Henry and then Cordelia, each child was exposed to it at the youngest of ages and were now fans as well. It wasn't until Ned that the tables began to turn.

He was one when Blair scooped up his first bite and fed it to him. Everyone sat there watching him with bated breath waiting for his reaction of true bliss. He held the pumpkin and cinnamon mixture in his mouth for a few seconds before promptly spitting it out with a shiver.

Blair had gasped picking up her napkin to wipe his mouth. She scooped up another bite from her plate convinced he should try again.

Ned shook his head saying "No, no."

Blair glanced at her husband who shrugged. She then looked back at her son. "Ned try one more bite for Mommy. Come on its yummy." She pushed the spoon into his mouth and again Ned made a face as if he had just been given dirt and spit out the offending piece.

Henry started to giggle and Cordelia made a face mumbling the word disgusting while Eleanor shrugged her shoulders saying, "The boy is headstrong and you're never going to be able to force him to like something he doesn't Blair."

When Ned was two she decided to try again. She told herself his palette had grown the past year and she was convinced there was no way one her offspring wouldn't love the Waldorf pie. Ned who was seated next to his father was served a small piece with a generous dollop of whipped cream.

He took one look at it crinkled his nose and pushed it aside. "No thank you."

Blair who had been watching her youngest son from across the table snapped her fingers. "Ned, darling, you should try the pie."

He shook his head. "No Mommy, don't wanna."

"But you should try it. See if you like it. Let Daddy help you." She was nodding her head encouragingly at him. She then turned her gaze onto her husband. "Give him a bite Chuck."

Chuck who had just taken a bite of his own piece swallowed and shook his head. "He doesn't want any. I'm not going to force food down my son's throat."

Blair gave him that look. He rolled his eyes and sighing he set down his own fork picking up Ned's spoon and scooping up a bite for the two year old. "Ned you know the rule you need to try one bite."

Ned shook his head vigorously. "Don't want it, Daddy." His eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

Chuck set the spoon aside. He wasn't about to torture his son just to satisfy his wife. Blair got up from her chair and went over to the two of them.

"Ned, I want you to try one bite. If you don't like it then you don't need to eat it. But you have to try." She picked up the spoon and lifted it up to Ned.

He crossed his arms as a tear slipped down his cheek. "I don't like it, Mommy."

Blair squatted next to his chair. "You don't know whether you like it or not because you haven't tried it."

Ned started to cry a bit harder. Chuck had seen enough. He reached out pulling the spoon from Blair's death grip. "That's enough Blair. We are not going to force our son to eat pumpkin pie." He set the spoon down.

He got up and went to Ned wiping his cheeks with his cloth napkin. "Are you finished Ned?" His son nodded. Chuck picked him up out of his chair.

Blair stood up glaring at her husband. She didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone so she let it go. However later that night while they were alone she vented her anger out on him.

"How dare you undermine me like that in front of everyone?"

Chuck who was already in bed and reading looked up at his irate wife. It took him a minute to realize what she was talking about. Sighing he shut his novel and set it aside knowing he wasn't going to be able to read anymore.

"Blair I refuse to force feed our son just because you have some sick notion that all your children have to love your father's pumpkin pie."

She had been pulling the bedcovers back from her side of the bed. She straightened up and crossed her arms. "Sick notion? So now I'm a horrible mother because I want my children to enjoy my favorite dessert?" She sat down on the bed with her back to him. "Someone should call OCFS and report me. Clearly I'm unfit."

Chuck sighing realized he'd gone too far. He slid across the bed. "Blair, you know that's not what I meant. You are an incredible mother. It's just that Ned is strong willed and I think we should pick our battles. I personally feel dessert isn't one worth fighting." He reached out and touched her shoulder.

Her head dropped as she stared down at her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I know you're right. It's the one thing that connected me to my father and I would like for all my children to love it as much as I do."

He placed a kiss to her shoulder. "He's two by next year he may love it." His arm slipped around her waist. "Now," he pulled her backwards onto the bed, "enough talk about our son." He leaned down and kissed her. All thought of pie and her stubborn two year old fled her mind.

Chuck unfortunately was wrong. Ned refused the pie after one bite the following year and the year after that. It wasn't until the Thanksgiving he was five that he put the final nail into the coffin.

All three children were in the kitchen with Blair and Dorota helping to make the desserts for the dinner that afternoon. It was the only thing Blair insisted being done by herself and her children. It was their tradition.

Ned helping to peel apples looked at his mother. "Can I have banana cream pie this year Mommy?"

Blair and Dorota both looked at him as if he had asked for mincemeat or something equally as gross. Blair cleared her throat. "I think the three pies were having is enough Ned."

He lifted his eyes up to meet his mother's. "I don't like these pies. I want Dota's banana cream."

Blair sighed as she realized it was time to face reality; Ned was never going to like her father's pumpkin pie. She untied her apron and set it down on the counter. Reaching out she touched her son's cheek brushing away some flour.

"Of course. If you want banana cream then you can have banana cream. That is if Dorota has the ingredients and time to make it." She glanced at her longtime housekeeper.

Dorota, unsure whether she should be honest and please Ned or lie and make Miss Blair happy, shrugged.

Ned tossed his half peeled apple down onto the cutting board and hopped off his stool wrapping his arms around his mother. "Thank you Mommy."

Blair hugged him back and then stepped away from the counter. "I'm going to lie down. I have a bit of a headache." She forced a smile as she kissed each of her children and left the kitchen.

She heard Dorota tell Ned to get the bananas as Blair made her way down the hall.

Chuck entered the kitchen thirty minutes later after finishing a conference call with colleagues in Paris. He walked in on his children giggling as they helped Dorota with the pie making. He instantly noticed Blair's absence.

"How's it going in here gang?"

All three of them looked up at their father beaming.

"Great Daddy." Cordelia smiled at him as she pushed the rolling pin over the dough on the marble countertop.

Chuck stepped behind his daughter kissing the top of her head. "Everything looks fantastic." He reached out dipping a finger in the pumpkin pie mixture and licking it.

"Dad that's for the pie not for snacking," Henry scolded his father.

Chuck smiled at his son. "Where's your mother?"

Henry shrugged. "She had a headache or something."

Chuck glanced at Dorota who gave him that look that said it was more than that. He ruffled Ned's hair as he turned to leave the room. "I'm going to check on Mommy. I expect some beautifully baked pies when I return."

He left the kitchen as the children continued to mix and roll dough.

He entered the master bedroom and found his wife lying down on the bed. This was extremely unusual for Blair. She didn't just lie around.

She watched him as he crossed the room and sat down on the bed without saying a word.

He reached out and took her hand. "What's going on?"

She stared at their hands as he started to rub his thumb along the back of hers. She felt tears well up in her eyes.

She started to protest when he cut her off. "Don't tell me nothing. You are up here and not downstairs with your children preparing for your favorite holiday of the year. I know you Blair Bass and something is wrong."

She took a deep breath blinking back the tears. "I've lost Ned to Dorota's banana cream pie. I know it's silly but it was my tradition and he's never accepted it." She slid over as Chuck maneuvered himself next to her wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close.

He kissed the top of her head. "That is hardly you're only tradition. Blair, you have made so many special moments and traditions with our children. They are going to grow up and have so many memories of these times. Do you realize what an incredible gift that is?"

She sniffled as she nodded lightly. He squeezed her even tighter. "You didn't just do that for the children you also did it for me. I never had any of this until you."

She glanced up at him and he stared down into her brown eyes. "You haven't lost Ned. His love for you isn't wrapped up in some dessert. It's only pie. Him liking it or not is no reflection of his affection for his mother."

She leaned forward and kissed him. "You're right."

He smirked down at her. "And you always have me. I'm a huge fan of the Waldorf pumpkin pie." He slowly lowered her back against the mattress.

He started to kiss her passionately and she could taste cinnamon and pumpkin on his tongue. He started to make a path along her jawline, down her neck to the base of her throat. He slowly started to unbutton her blouse kissing as each inch of ivory skin was exposed.

He came to the waistband of her skirt and kissed her belly looking up at her. "I'm actually a massive fan of your pie." His hand had made its way under her skirt as he slowly raised it. Pulling it all the way up to her waist he placed a kiss against the front of her lace LaPerlas. He smirked when he heard the sharp intake of her breath.

"As a matter of fact I'm dying for a piece right now." He pulled her panties down before showing her just how much he loved her pie.

From that day forward banana cream pie became a staple of every Bass Thanksgiving. It was proudly served alongside the pumpkin and it became a family tradition; one that Ned, himself, carried on with his own children.