This came to me one morning and I had to write it. Maybe my muse has returned at last. Here's hoping. Enjoy!

"Mommy, where is Daddy?"

Blair Waldorf Bass turned her attention from the Michael Kors dress she was contemplating wearing to her seven year old son, Henry, standing in the doorway of the closet. She shoved the dress back onto the brass rail and walked over to him. She glanced at the clock on the shelf; it was only six-thirty.

She took in Henry's bare toes, messy hair and barely opened eyes. He had clearly just woken up and was still half asleep. She reached out running a hand over the hair sticking up on the top of his head.

"You're up early." It was then that she noticed his brown eyes were swimming with tears. She bent down to look at him. "What's the matter?"

Henry rubbed a fist against his right eye. "I had a bad dream and I came in your room and Daddy wasn't there. Where is he?"

Blair enveloped her little boy into a tight hug. "It was just a dream. You're fine." She kissed his cheek before standing up.

Henry shook his head. "It was really scary. Daddy was gone and we couldn't find him."

Blair placed her hands on his shoulders and led him out of the closet through the dressing room and into the bedroom. She sat down on the chaise before pulling him down to sit next to her. She wrapped an arm around him hugging him tightly to herself.

"Daddy is in his office on a business call. He should be done any minute." She kissed the top of his head. "Your father will have breakfast with you and then maybe he can take you to school. Would you like that?"

Henry nodded his head silently. He sniffled. "Can I go see him?"

Blair bit her lower lip. She knew the call was extremely important. A deal he had been working on for the better part of six months was falling apart and he had been furious about it last night. She knew the last thing he needed was his son distracting him in the middle of important business negotiations.

She then took in Henry's pale face and her heart softened towards her first born. "Look, why don't you go back to your room and put on your slippers and your robe then you can stop by Daddy's office on your way to breakfast." She was silently hoping Chuck would be finished by then.

Henry jumped up with a smile. Blair grabbed his hand. "You can just peek in and see that Daddy is there but you cannot disturb him. Okay?"

Henry nodded his head. "I promise I'll be super quiet."

Blair gave him a kiss. "Go do that while Mommy gets dressed and I'll meet you in the dining room for breakfast." Her son agreed as he ran to the door. "Be quiet so you don't wake your brother and sister."

"I will," he shouted as he ran out of the room.

Blair winced at his anything but quiet voice. She sighed heading back to her closet and back to the dilemma of putting together the perfect outfit. She knew that her time was limited. Cordelia and Ned would be awake anytime now that Henry was up. Sometimes she missed the days when all she had to worry about was herself but she knew she'd never trade her family for all the alone time in the world.

"Those bastards are going to pay for it and that's final." Chuck was practically shouting as he paced in front of his large mahogany desk. "Take care of this Matthews. I want it finished by the end of the day and the signed papers on my fucking desk before I leave. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it," Matthews responded through the speakerphone.

"You better. One more fuck up like this and I'm going to have to let you go. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir." Matthews sounded as if he may actually start to cry. "I promise to make good on this, Mr. Bass."

Chuck reached out picking up the handset taking Matthews off speaker. "You better. I'll be in the office by nine. Make sure you stop in to see me by nine-thirty." It was then that Chuck turned around resting back against his desk. He spied Henry in the slightly ajar doorway.

He motioned for his son to come in. "I'll see you at the office, Matthews." He dropped the handset into the receiver none too gently as Henry approached.

"Good morning, buddy." He bent over picking up his son.

Henry wrapped his arms around his father's neck tightly. "Good morning, Daddy."

Chuck squeezed him. "How are you this morning?" he asked as he put Henry down.

Henry shrugged. "I had a bad dream that you were missing and Mommy was crying."

Chuck reached down taking his son's hand. "That sounds scary. You know that it was just a dream right? Daddy, would never leave you or your brother and sister. And I couldn't function without your mother."

Henry nodded as Chuck started to lead him out of the office. "Daddy, why were you yelling at that man?"

Chuck sighed as they headed down the hallway. "Because that man wasn't doing his job and he nearly cost Daddy a lot of money and future business."

"Did you fix it?" Henry asked looking up at his father.

"I did." Chuck squeezed his son's hand.

"I wanna be you when I grow up, Daddy." He looked admiringly at his father.

Chuck ruffled his hair. "I expect nothing less, Henry. You'll be me only better. You know one day you'll be running BI just like me. You'd like that right?"

Henry nodded. "Yes! I want to yell at people and build big, huge buildings."

Chuck laughed lightly. "Yelling isn't something I do very often but sometimes it is necessary. How about brioche French toast for breakfast?"

Henry smiled brightly. "Yes, please!" He was feeling much better now. His father always made everything right.

Chuck returned his smile as they entered the dining room. Henry released his father's hand and rushed over to sit down at his seat. By the time Blair came in with Ned and Cordelia, Henry had all but forgotten about his nightmare.

Blair had had a horrendous morning and the early afternoon wasn't fairing much better so she decided to pack it in at three and head home to spend time with her children before she and Chuck headed out for the Gafferty's party this evening.

She entered the house and after chatting with Dorota about the day headed upstairs to see the kids. She stopped by the nursery first where Ned was being changed. He had just woken up from his afternoon nap.

When he saw his mother he immediately reached out for her whining, "Mommy."

Blair, after his diaper was secured, reached out picking up her two year old hugging him tightly. She kissed his temple inhaling his sweet scent. "Did you have a good nap?"

Ned nodded his head before laying back onto her shoulder.

Blair kissed her son one more time before handing him back to the nanny. "Can you finish dressing him and take him downstairs for a snack? I'll get Cordelia and Henry and meet you in the kitchen."

The nanny agreed taking Ned into her arms as Blair left the nursery and headed down to the playroom.

As she approached the open door she could hear Henry talking to Cordelia. She stopped just outside the room peeking in to watch her children. It was so rare that they played together. It warmed her heart to see it.

Henry was standing toe to toe with his little sister. "Delia, you have to say it right?"

Cordelia, with her hands on her hips, was shaking her head vigorously. "But I don't want to say that. Mommy never says yes sir to Daddy."

Blair's brow wrinkled in confusion as she continued to watch and listen to her children.

Henry sighed dramatically. "But you're not Mommy you're the man on the phone. You said you wanted to play so play right."

Cordelia, reveling in this rare opportunity to play with her brother, rolled her eyes. "Fine," she shouted.

Henry smiled having won the battle.

Blair watched as he began to pace back and forth and she smiled softly to herself when she realized just how much he resembled Chuck.

"Matthews, I told you to do the job. The bastards are not going to win the game. You fuck up-"

"Henry Charles," Blair rushed into the playroom taking Henry by the arm, "you cannot use those words! Ever."

Henry was staring up at his mother in shock. "Daddy used them on the phone this morning."

Blair, shook her head. "Those are not words little boys should be using. Your father shouldn't be using them either."

Cordelia looked up at Blair. "Are you going to make Daddy sit in time out?"

Blair sighed. "Daddy will be punished. You can count on that." She knelt down in front of her children. "Those words are not nice and I don't ever want to hear either of you ever use them. Do you understand?"

They both nodded mumbling, "Yes, Mommy."

"Good. Now let's go downstairs and have a snack." Blair stood up taking both of their hands in hers and led them out of the room. She would deal with her husband when he got home. Sometimes it truly felt like she had four children instead of three.

Chuck entered the master bedroom after greeting the children downstairs. He shut the door locking it behind him before shouting Blair's name.

She came rushing out of the dressing room thinking something had happened to one of the children. "What is it?"

She was standing there in her dressing gown hair pinned up and he instantly felt his dick hardened.

He crossed the room to her sweeping her up into his arms and giving a spin. He then kissed her soundly before placing her back onto her bare feet.

Blair breathless rested a hand against his arm to steady herself. "What has gotten into you, Bass?"

"The fucking deal is closed. The papers are signed and BI just added a hundred and sixty-five million dollars to its quarter. I am a fucking god." He reached out pulling the tie of her robe free. He flipped it open cupping her breast through her silk slip.

She suddenly regained her senses and slapped his hand away.

Chuck smirked at her pulling her tight to himself. He placed his lips to the side of her neck kissing it. "Are you going to play hard to get tonight?" he whispered against her skin.

She pulled back. "I'm angry with you at the moment."

He looked down at her forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Angry with me? What have I done?"

"Our seven year old was spewing the eff word in front of his four year old sister earlier. He claims he heard it from you this morning."

Chuck rolled his eyes pulling her back to him. "Apparently he overheard me on the phone. To be fair I wasn't the one who allowed him to come to my office this morning so you have to cut me a little slack."

Blair shook her head rolling her eyes. "You should've heard him; insisting Cordelia respond 'yes sir' and pacing just like you. It was like you were standing in front of me."

Chuck suddenly had a very self-satisfied look on his face. "That's my boy. What was Cordelia's response to all this?"

"She was adamant that she wasn't going to say 'yes sir' to him because I never say it to you." Now it was Blair's turn to smile. "I was actually quite proud of her for standing her ground." She thought about her little girl being defiant, with her hands on her hips, and knew that she was going to be a force to be reckoned with one day.

She then turned her attention back to her husband. "You really do have to start being more careful. Henry emulates you so much. We cannot have him spewing curse words on a whim. You do remember the time he dropped the eff bomb at Serena's engagement party, don't you? My mother still brings that up. Knowing my luck, he'll be dropping it again at the Thanksgiving table and then I'll never live it down."

Chuck pulled her closer. "I swear I didn't know he was there. I promise to be more careful in the future." He leaned his forehead against hers. He wanted to placate her so he could get her to bed. He kissed her lips gently as his hand once again made it to her breast. He pinched the nipple through the silk and it hardened under his ministrations. He deepened the kiss.

Blair reluctantly pulled away. "Chuck, we have to get ready for the party."

He pushed the dressing gown from her shoulders letting it pool at her feet. "I want to celebrate my success first. The party can wait. Right now I wanna fuck my wife." He kissed her again as his hand trailed down her side to the hem of her slip. He slowly traced a path with his fingers to her lace thong pushing it aside. He slipped his finger along her clit and into her hot center.

"You know Cordelia doesn't know how wrong she is."

Blair's eyes fluttered open. They were glassy with lust. "What?"

He whispered against her ear, "You've said 'yes sir' to me more times than I could ever count." Her brow wrinkled as he bit down on her earlobe. "Isn't that right?" He added a second finger to the first and plunged them deep inside her.

She gasped, "Yes," she hesitated and he removed his fingers completely.

He lifted his head and looked down at her. "I'm sorry what was that?" He raised his eyebrows at her as his thumb rubbed against her clit.

"Yes, sir," she moaned.

"That's what I thought." He smirked down at her lifting her up. Her legs tightened around his waist as he took her to their bed and proceeded to thoroughly make love to her.

Chuck Bass always knew the best way to celebrate the close of a deal.