This is a very belated birthday prompt fill for Chuckedlikeabass. He wanted a fight and makeup session between Chuck and Blair. In the end I actually went the direction of sappy. Ivan, I hope you don't mind. I guess I was in a sweet C&B mood. As always nothing belongs to me. Thanks for the ever ongoing support. You guys are the greatest. Hope you all enjoy it.
Blair Bass stormed out of the elevator and into the foyer of the penthouse. She tore her wool overcoat off and pulled open the hall closet reaching for a hanger. Chuck, sighing, stepped off the elevator a bit more slowly. Blair angrily shoved her coat into the closet and shut the door none too softly. She turned her back on her husband of eleven months and stormed down the hall.
"Blair, can we please talk about this?" He rolled his eyes as he watched her disappear as she entered the kitchen. He hung up his own coat and then taking a deep breath followed his irate wife.
The cause of her anger was what had occurred earlier that evening.
They were at the annual Bass charity gala where Chuck had announced their latest endowment to the Robin Hood Foundation and their newest contribution to Habitat for Humanity. The night was going along fabulously. Blair looked stunning and she was working the room beautifully. Everyone was gushing over the gorgeous, new Mrs. Bass.
Blair had spent two months making sure everything went off flawlessly. From the silent auction to the venue and dinner it was all perfect. Chuck had pulled her aside before dinner kissing her whispering a thank you for all of the hard work she had put in. The night wouldn't have been a success without her.
It was during dinner that Chuck had made the mistake that had caused his wife to completely freeze him out.
Jack, who was sitting across from them, had brought Georgina as his date. They were quite an item ever since Chuck and Blair's wedding. When Blair had complained about it mentioning how it was Georgina's way of truly weaseling her way into Blair's life once and for all, Chuck had reassured her that Jack being Jack meant the whole thing would end soon enough. Now nearly a year later, the most unlikely couple ever, was still going strong.
Halfway through dinner Jack had asked about their plans for Thanksgiving, it was only two weeks away.
Chuck had shrugged. "We haven't made any plans yet."
With all the effort they had put into this evening, he and Blair hadn't even really thought about the holiday. He suddenly realized that Jack asking was probably his way of implying that he had nowhere to spend the day. Chuck glanced at Blair, who was laughing at something Mr. Goldberg had said to her, and then looked back at Jack again and uttered the words he wished he hadn't.
"You should plan to come to ours. Blair and I will throw something together." Suddenly he felt the sharp sting of Blair's heel digging into his shin.
Her laughing face had transformed into one that was screaming "shut up" but it was too late.
Jack was nodding his head. "That sounds great. We can start a new tradition of Bass family get togethers."
Georgina had slid her arm through Jack's. "Milo is with us for the holiday," she glanced at Blair, "you don't mind a three old at the table do you? He's very well mannered." She smiled sweetly.
Blair forced a smile as she pinched Chuck's thigh under the table. "Of course not. He is more than welcome."
Chuck had glanced at her and could see right through her false pretense of politeness. She was furious.
So they had spent the rest of the evening with her basically ignoring him unless forced to interact. When the night was over and they had slid into the backseat of the limo all hell broke loose as soon as Arthur had closed the door on them.
She had turned to face him. "How could do you that?" He started to respond but she just kept going. "You knew that if you invited Jack, Georgina would be coming as well. I really do not feel like spending our very first Thanksgiving together with the devil herself sitting at our table. You know how much I adore this holiday. It's my favorite. And to top it all off we're going to have a snotty nosed brat at the table as well. He'll make mess and probably whine and cry and demand the chef make him something like a grilled cheese. Well-mannered my ass; there's no way any spawn of Georgina Spark's is going to be polite and well-mannered. I'm so angry right now."
Chuck waited a second to make sure she had had vented properly and taking deep breath delved in. "Blair, I'm sorry. He was asking and I didn't know what to say."
She rolled her eyes. "You say, 'I'm not sure what we're doing. Let me ask my wife.' It's not that hard Chuck."
"It just happened. I didn't think it was that big of a deal." He reached out to take her hand and she pulled it away.
"We're married now, Chuck. We need to make decisions like this together." She folded her arms across her chest.
"I know we're married, Blair and I've apologized. It really won't be that bad. It's one dinner."
She glared at him. "You did hear that Georgina and her bratty offspring will be coming, right?"
Then he uttered the words he shouldn't have. "Well you and Milo should get along quite well because you're acting pretty bratty right now yourself." He straightened the cuff of his pants.
She gasped and he lifted his gaze to her face. He realized he may have just crossed the line. He started to put his arm around her shoulders. "Blair, I'm…"
She shoved it away and slid all the way to the other end of the seat. "Don't you dare touch me."
Sighing he sat back into the seat. She was basically proving his point but he decided not to bring this to her attention.
They were completely silent the rest of the trip home and now here they were still not talking.
Chuck entered the kitchen to find her with a pint of Haagen-Dazs and a spoon. She glared at him as she lifted a large spoonful of strawberry ice cream to her mouth.
Chuck had no idea they even had ice cream in the freezer. She must have had it hidden. He watched her swallow and scoop another bite. Sighing he walked over to her.
"Blair, we have to talk about this. I don't wanna fight with you." As she started on a third bite he reached out and took the spoon from her. He knew she'd regret this impulse in about an hour and he wanted to spare her the guilt.
She sighed closing her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. It's done. I will be spending my first Thanksgiving with my husband and his uncle and psychotic girlfriend and child. Everything is great."
She reached out for the ice cream. He pushed it back and out of her grasp. "I will uninvite them first thing tomorrow morning."
"You can't do that. It would be very bad etiquette." She rested her hip against the marble countertop.
He could tell the fight was slowly seeping out of her. He reached out resting his hand on her waist. "I really am sorry." She lifted her gaze to him. He shook his head slightly. "I knew the minute the words left my mouth it was a mistake but the bottom line is Jack is family. The only biological one I have left; he's it."
She sighed deeply. He was right of course. She was being ridiculous and she knew it. She felt tears prick her eyes and she reached up wiping at them before lifting her gaze to him. "I know that. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been stressed out about this gala and making sure everything is perfect. Then losing the house last month shattered me." They had found the perfect townhouse and had lost it when the owners pulled out two days before closing.
He squeezed her waist where his hand still rested. "Blair, I know you're ready to be out of your mother's house. We'll find the right place, I promise." He leaned forward kissing her.
She nodded her head. "And to make this whole thing ten times worse I'm late and PMSing big time. Do you forgive me?"
He kissed her again. "Always." He rested his forehead against hers. "You know there is one upside to you being late."
She raised her eyebrows at him. "What's that?"
He lifted her up setting her on the edge of the marble countertop. "It means I get to make love to my wife right here, right now." He ran his hands up her legs and under the skirt of her dress caressing her thighs.
Blair shoved her hands into his hair and lowered her lips to his. She kissed him deeply pushing everything out of her mind but the two of them.
By the time he laid her back on the counter, spreading her thighs and removing her panties, the only thought left in her head was how wonderful she felt.
She gasped as she felt his mouth on her wet center. She was so lost in him and the pleasure he was giving her that she didn't even realize she had knocked over the now melted ice cream. The light pink confection puddled onto the white marble just as Blair became a puddle under her very talented husband's ministrations.
Two weeks later as they sat at their Thanksgiving table, their first as a married couple, surrounded by her parents, Cyrus, Roman, Lily, Serena, Dan, Nate and of course Jack, Georgina and Milo, Blair felt completely relaxed and happy. Nothing bothered her. Not even Milo chipping the antique Limoges china cake plate, a plate that would probably take a year to find a replacement, could not upset her.
Her euphoric mood was due to the two pink lines that had appeared on the pregnancy test she had taken a week and half earlier and she'd been floating ever since. She glanced at Chuck across the table and gave him a secretive smile.
He winked at her and mouthed an "I love you."
They would tell everyone eventually but for right now it was their secret.
For better or worse this was their family and come next Thanksgiving there would be one more to add to the table and she couldn't be happier about it.