February 2013
"The hotel's annual earnings are already doing better than the previous year, Mr. Bass, here are the documents you asked for confirming that."
At 5:30 p.m. on the wall, Chuck Bass put the papers the secretary had given him on the table. His hand reached for his jacket and bag. He no longer seemed to hear his explanation of the gains and losses of his hotels. Because the time he had to think about his job was over according to the deal he had made with his wife. And now all he could think about was to go home, to her immediately.
"Thanks for the explanation
Mr. Hillson, but I believe my time to work is enough for today."
Mr. Hillson could sense Chuck's change over the past few months. He got married four months ago and realized that his colleague was a completely different person. He has a shine in his eyes. Like Mr. Hillson's never seen before.
"Oh, I guess I understand what you mean. I don't want to hinder the happiness that awaits you at home. You have to take advantage of being newlywed, these are the happiest days, trust me, my friend. Sienna and I were like in a fairy tale in the early days of our marriage. Now look at us."
The sad, sarcastic smile on Mr. Hillson's face made Chuck a little nervous. He wasn't the first person he'd heard these words from, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. People tells the newlyweds to enjoy their honeymoon and that these feelings are temporary.
He had gotten used to these words and, to be honest, didn't believe any of them. Because he knows. His love for Blair never wouldn't wane. And if possible, it would increase with each passing day. They are never a fairy tale like Mr. Hillson and his wife are talking about, and that is enough to believe his confidence in them. Both had learned long ago that fairy tales do not bring everlasting happiness. Chuck put a small smile on his face again, just wanted to finish that speech.
"I will take your advice into consideration, Mr. Hillson, making each day better than the last is a motto I use in my personal life as well as at work."
With that, he waved the man one last time with a humble smile and left the office.
After getting into the elevator, his phone rang. Blair was calling. He thought to himself when his most sincere smile had been to read his wife's name in the past few hours.
What did she do to me?
He pushed the on button and put the phone to his ear.
"I know you're a punctual person, but you should know that it flatters me to call as soon as my work hour is over, my love."
Blair laughed silently at her husband's humor, as if she had forgotten what she was going to say after the phone call.
"I think you know me well enough to know that you don't need me to give you any more ego, husband."
Chuck stifled a laugh at his wife's egotistical analogy to him and, thought that there was a reason for this conversation, replied to his wife.
"Then may I ask why you called me in a little while when I'm home when I'm going to tie you to the bed and dont let you go somewhere till morning? I guess it's something important, Mrs Bass?"
She will never tire of this new way of calling herself. She liked the way Chuck called her that, even though she has officially used the Waldorf-Bass surname with a dash.
"I was just going to say that we should put off the plans you made for us for tonight. Dorota and Vanya have to go to care for a sick relative tonight. There was no one to care for Ana and Leo, So your angel wife offered to help them. The idea of tying me to the bed is not good with two small children around, it may be inappropriate.
Chuck felt a little uncomfortable when he heard they were going to spend the evening babysitting. He loves children but doesn't have many memories with them. he believes that the closest thing he had done to babysitting in his life was living with Nate at the Empire in the early days of their marriage with Blair.
Every day they locked the door so that Nate wouldn't suddenly enter their room. If they had time from make love, they listened to Nate's problems in his love life with Sage and gave him advice. Even though Nate was the same age as himself and Blair, he still wasn't out of puberty. Sometimes they had to stop making love to listen to his bad day at work. After a month with Nate, they stepped up their house search. At least he had learned what he would face 20 years from now if he had a son with Blair.
Of course, this did not change his interaction with the children. He had seen Ana and Leo several times and got on well with them. But he had no idea how to spend a night as the person in charge of them.
"Hey, Chuck? Are you there?"
"Oh, yes I'm here. Blair, are you sure we'll be okay with the two kids? You know, they're a bit…?"
"Don't be dramatic Bass, they're just kids, Dorota looked really helpless and I've looked at Ana before. You say your confidence in me is more than your self-confidence, so calm down and come home."
Chuck felt a little more comfortable with his wife's words, she always managed to make him feel better.
"Well, you know very well how to convince me, but I'm not responsible for our performance tomorrow night, kitten."
"You have 50 years to tie me to our bed, darling, don't be so desperate"
" Love you"
" Love you more"
He hung up the phone and got into the limo. He thought of one of the most important things he knows about children and called out to his driver.
"Arthur, we're going to stop by the Fao schwartz on our way. You have two kids, right? You can help me a little."
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"Blaairrr!"
A small child's voice reached her ear, lifted her head from the swatches and turned to Ana, who was running towards her. She smiled and bent down to hug the little girl.
"Oh, Ana! You've become an even bigger girl since I last saw you, honey."
"Am I staying with you tonight, Blair? Mama told me to be nice and not piss you off because you're a quick temper."
"ANA-"
Dorota's eyes widened at her daughter's frankness. She looked at her employer with a strange face.
"Did I say something bad, Blair?"
"Absolutely not dear, thank you very much for your honesty. Seems like there's a lot of gossip and sneaky people around me these days, don't you, Dorota?"
Blair squinted her eyes at Dorota, and poor Dorota quickly tried to change the subject.
"Thanks a lot indeed, Miss Blair, I don't know what I would have done without you."
Blair just took Leo into her arms. "Never mind, I'm going to piss you off again after you get back, and you'll have to put up with me. Now go and come back unscathed. And let's get our perfect night started, shall we, Ana!"
"Yeaaay! Are we going to watch a movie? I brought games with me!"
Ana was so excited when she found out that she was going to spend the night with the Bass family, Blair had always been her idol and tried to spend more time with her on the days she came to work with her mother. She always said she would be like him one day, Dorota was beginning to fear that her daughter's behavior would become more and more like her mistress. She had no choice but to say God save us from Miss Blair mini me.
"I've already prepared all the disney princess movies! But first Chuck will come and we'll have dinner together, do you want to help me make the dinner?
Ana nodded and ran to the kitchen.
"Like I said, Dorota, you know I'm going to be a very angry person like you told your beloved daughter if you get infected and come back sick, right?"
Dorota resented that her employer had just brought the subject up again. She just nodded, indicating that she understood. He gave all of the children's belongings to Blair and left the townhouse. Her eyes found her husband, Vanya, inside their car, and as they began the journey, they prayed together that the children they had entrusted to the Bass family would not become little demons excited to plot and blackmail when they returned.
"I hate that girl so much! The teacher says she's a good fit for the role, but she's not even a brunette! A blonde Belle looks like a mint chocolate bar, so totally mismatched! Can you believe that?"
Blair stirred the soup with a tablespoon in one hand and Leo sleeping on her lap, listening to Ana's unfortunate incident in kindergarten. Didn't they really still choose actors for looks? And the role of a disney princess?
1999 - Saint Jude's and Constance Billard Primary School
But I'm telling you, Mrs. Denise! Penelope doesn't look like Belle at all! She doesn't have light brown hair and white skin like Belle!
An enraged 8-year-old Blair protested to her teacher by stamping her feet. To take this role, she had spent a week practicing with her father and Dorota. She even secretly gave the money she took from her piggy bank to the girl who played in the drama club in elementary school and took acting lessons. While she thought that she could even win an emmy award for child actor with her performance, teacher chose Penelope. Penelope, who she made her cry by pouring juice on her and saying she peed!
"That's the final verdict, Blair, I think she's the better choice for Belle and if you continue to object to that, I'm going to have to take you off the play ."
She glanced back at his teacher, telling her that the death warrant had been signed by most people dont know yet, but who knew Blair Waldorf in later years, and went back to her desk in the classroom. Seeing her angry face, Nate skipped asking her what had happened and they resumed talking among themselves.
But unlike Nate, 8-year-old Chuck Bass, who was the first to learn what this look meant, finally thought he might have some fun in this class, and poked the girl in front of him.
"Hey Waldorf, do you want me to give you some information?"
"What is that Bass? Or did you finally get the new nanny fired? It took a lot of work to show your father that she was a gold digger."
Chuck thought of the game they had made for his babysitter last month and smirked. Teaming up with Blair was never a losing game.
"Oh, she's there too, right? I found a good way to thank you for your contribution then. I'm your key to the role of Belle, Waldorf. Just listen to this."
Hearing the play and the role of beauty, Blair frowned and approached Chuck. She began to think Bass kid was more interesting than ever.
"Go on." She coldly ordered.
Chuck, who doesn't like to take orders, was aware of the pleading behind her eyes. He obeyed the her and continued to speak.
"Mrs. Denise is a friend of Penelope's mother, I saw them outside eating ice cream together. They are very close and that's why she gave the role to her."
Blair held even more grudges against the words that came out of Chuck's mouth. That bitch was favored and vindicated! Her main target was the teacher, but she knew she couldn't do anything to her. So she decided to take her anger out on Penelope, who thought she might be Belle. Whatever the case, this role was going to be hers.
"Probably your goal is to kick Penelope. Want to share what's on your mind?"
The two kids shared a look that no one in the classroom, and perhaps the world, could understand. Even when they were each other many years later, realized that if someone looked at someone that way, they would have a cold revenge dinner for dinner tomorrow.
She smiled "A fair guess, you don't get nearly credit for your wit, Bass."
He smirked at her, and the sentence was etched into the back of his mind, thinking it was the best compliment he had ever received. It was the first compliment he'd ever received. One day he will give this sentence back to her.
"The only way to remove Penelope from the role is to prevent her from coming that day. The safest way is to make sure she gets sick. Last year, before Mrs. Denise showed up in the Snow White play, her drama teacher cast her as a dwarf, but she didn't come into the game on the pretext of spring allergies! Such a disease for God's sake!
"Calm down Waldorf, we know you won't be putting your feet up for the dwarf role too. But this year she got the lead and will try to come even on her deathbed. So we have to break her hard."
"Wait, Penelope hasn't had the measles yet, has she?"
"When Hazel got measles last year she broke off with her,do you think?"
"That's great! All we need is a balloon and a Serena Van Der Woodsen. Is the limo available at the exit, Bass?"
He smirked slyly when he realized what she was saying. Serena had the measles and had been at home for two days. The plan was working flawlessly.
Serena never understood why her two friends, who were smiling wide at her, were asking her to inflate a yellow balloon. They just said that they named the balloons after themselves and they were going to make a game. Carefully holding the balloon filled with sick breath, the boys completed their plan the next day when Chuck burst the balloon in Penelope's face so that he wouldn't raise suspicion in class. They achieved their expected victory and Penelope got measles. Mrs. Denise gave the role to Blair, who was in reserve, and Blair happily ran over to Chuck who was sitting on the sidelines smirking.
"You're a perfect partner in crime, Bass. Only you could convince Serena with a yellow balloon."
Chuck, smiling at the her happiness, simply said "You know, Waldorf, for you everytime"
But their great happiness did not last long.
They didn't know if it was from not holding the balloon well enough or getting too close to a sick Serena, but Chuck first, then Blair, got measles between a single day. Most of the people around them had not and so they only talked to each other. At the beginning of a week we got sick because of you - it was your idea! With them accusations, it was spent watching movies together, sleeping, making new scheming plans and playing games. Chuck didn't know what Blair was thinking, but a week of itching and fever was definitely worth spending a week with Blair Waldorf.
February 2013
"I think I've seen this film before"
The voice behind her cut off Blair's attention from her past memories. She turned around and her eyes met those of her husband. With the FAO Schwartz bags in hand, he had spent about ten minutes admiring his wife. She was talking to Ana, calming Leo down and making soup.
There was a strange flutter in him. No, it wasn't butterflies this time. Blair had caused so many explosions in her mind and heart, like butterflies flapping their wings. But it was unlike anything he felt right now. His mind was both clouded and purified. He was coluded because he realized that the image saw of her today would be with their own children in a few years. Purified, he realized that the image saw of her today would be with their own children in a few years. That was the main thing that caused the big bang inside him. He was surprised that the same reason both frightened and comforted him.
But Chuck Bass experienced the confusion of dilemmas when he started dating Blair Waldorf.
While they were on honeymoon, their future plans included children. Blair's miscarriage and happened to Chuck with his mother in the first 18 years of his life had come to pass somewhere between long sex tours. The two of them had talked about their insecurities and fears, closing in on the fact that they would eventually have each other no matter what, said they wanted their future baby bass one day. And they went back to their long lovemaking tours again.
"CHUCKIEEE!"
Ana ran to Chuck, and Chuck bowed to the little girl. She was the rare person he would excuse from calling himself 'Chuckie'.
He smiled slightly. "Hi princess, are you having a good time?"
She nodded, "I made soup with Blair and I helped her, but for some reason she wanted me to tell you that she also made the chicken and salad."
Blair, a new victim of Ana's candor, turned her gaze to her.
"Ana! Girls never tell guys their secrets, it's between the of us."
Chuck suppressed his laughter at the sight before him. His wife's efforts to appear industrious to him only makes her sexier.
Ana looked at her as if to say sorry, and after seeing the smile on her face, she ran back to the kitchen and started placing cutlery on the table as they had planned.
After Blair had lowered the soup, she gently placed the sleeping Leo on the couch and rushed to her waiting husband, arms outstretched. She brought up the previous subject again to ward off the embarrassing moment.
So... what were you saying?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. They both smiled and looked into their eyes.
"Beauty and the Beast... a blonde Belle, there are some differences, but I think I've seen this film before." He got closer to his wife. Should have known that when they were just a little boy they fought the world as one, it was always her. He even wished he could do this a few years ago, some of his piece would never forgive himself for the pain he caused her.
"So did I, and definitely liked the ending."
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Hey!
Couldn't sleep last night when I was sick and suddenly I decided to write this. I know it's pretty amateurish, but I believe I can develop it. English is not my first language, sorry for typos. I'll be glad if you point out my mistakes.
I plan to have two or three shots, what do you say? It was going to be a one-shot at first, but when it comes to chuck and blair, there is so much to tell. Anyway, hope you like it!