Hello! Okay, TOO fast. Both Chuck and Blair trusted that woman TOO fast. If one or both of them had been more leery I'd say maybe she was okay… but both of our self-centered, damaged people gulping the Elizabeth KoolAid? They're gonna fall hard. The style of this chapter is a little different then what I usually write, but I hope you all will bear with me. Here we go…

First Doctor's Appointment…

Blair lay propped up on the examining table, Serena in a chair beside her as they waited to see the doctor. They flipped through fashion and design magazines to kill time.

"I'm thinking of doing the nursery in soft lilac with silver accents." Blair mused, not really caring what Serena thought of the idea.

"And what if it's a boy?"

Blair gave Serena a quizzical look. "What's your point?"

"Never mind." Serena smiled shaking her head and looking back at her magazine.

"What is taking the doctor so long?" Blair demanded, slamming her Décor shut. "I have other things to do today, you know."

Serena smiled. "She'll be here soon. And you can pretend all you want that you aren't phased, but I know you want to get a peek at the new Bass on the block…"

"I do not!" Blair scoffed. "This isn't my first time, and besides it doesn't even look like anything yet. Actually it looks like a lima bean with a pulse. I took half a day off from work to see yesterday's lunch."

"Yesterday's lunch isn't eventually going to have brown hair, brown eyes, and a plot to take over the world."

Blair ignored the teasing in her friend's tone, because that actually sounded pretty good to her. Flipping the pages of her magazine again, she commented without looking up from it. "You have no concept of what a career is, so sitting here for hours is just slightly different scenery than your regular session at the spa. I still have goals."

"I'm exploring my interests!"

They heard the handle of the door turn and both women looked up expectantly.

"Finally!" Blair said in a huff, tired of waiting.

"Oh, my god…"

"Did you tell him?" Blair turned on Serena.

Before Serena could defend herself, Chuck sauntered fully into the room. "Easy, kitten. Serena didn't tell me anything… I have other sources…"

"Dorota!" Blair correctly guessed. "You know, ever since she had her baby she just hasn't been as scared of the INS as she used to be…"

"Okay!" Serena announced. "It's getting a little crowded in here. Call me later."

She leaned in a kissed a stunned Blair on the cheek before skipping out the door.

"Traitor." Blair said as the door shut.

Chuck smiled that self-satisfied way he did when he was where he knew he wasn't wanted. He slid into Serena's vacated chair and into his regular slouch, one arm on the armrest, and the other flung over the back of the chair. He continued to watch her. She continued to ignore him. Then the doctor finally came in and started getting the sonogram ready.

"What is that?" Chuck questioned with a raise brow as an object he didn't recognize was taken out, but with a shape that was oddly familiar.

"We'll be doing an internal ultrasound today." The doctor commented, not looking up from her preparations.

"That can be your cue to leave." Blair said, still not looking at him.

"Why?" He tisked, a taunting smile coming across his lips. "I've been with you for oh, so many probings … It will be like a walk down memory lane… Will you purr for me?"

Blair's eyes narrowed a second before she snatched his hand from where it rested on the armrest of his chair, and wrenched his index finger back. His body contorted in pain, and he lurched into a frozen pose under her grip.

She leaned in so that her face was mere inches from his and hissed. "You can stay, but one more quip, one more smarmy comment, and I'll have no qualms about personally seeing to it that mine are the last two children you are physically capable of making. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." He bit out, and then sighed with relief as she let go of his finger.

The doctor cleared her throat, uncomfortable in a small room with such volatile people. The year she'd spent in Afghanistan with Doctors Without Boards suddenly seemed like a cakewalk.

"Shall we begin?"

Blair gave her a cat's smile, and nodded for the doctor to continue. The room was quiet for a minute, and then was filled with the sound of a steady heartbeat. Chuck sat up from his lounging position at the thumping, and he leaned in, his eyes locked on the sonogram's screen as black and white waving images rolled across it. Blair's breath caught.

"There it is…" She whispered, trying to ignore the way her throat tightened.

"That's it?" Chuck questioned in disbelief. He'd never been that much of a fan of abstract art, but this piece blew him away.

"What did you expect?" Blair questioned him, her voice lacking any malice. "That it would be wearing a bow tie and drinking two fingers of scotch…"

"That's our baby…"

"That's our baby."

Second Appointment…

Blair seethed where she reclined on the examining table, keeping her focus on scanning the messages on her cell, but she could feel his eyes. His piercing gaze was locked, not on her face that had take on a pregnancy glow, not on the burgeoning swell of her stomach, but on the most rapidly growing part of her body…

"You know, Blair…" He began leaning forward into her personal space till she could feel his breath through the thin paper gown she wore. "I have always been more than appreciative of all your charms and proportions… but I have to say..."

"Shut up!" She bit out, longing to fold her arms over her sensitive chest, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her.

"Really, Blair…" He said with a wide, true, Chuck Bass smile, as he ogled them one more time before looking up into her eyes. "They're magnificent… I'll give you fifty grand for an hour with them…"

"You're disgusting!" She snapped, but internally she felt her pulse pick up and her body start to hum.

"And yet you're considering…" His smile grew wider. "Make it a hundred… and you have to call me 'Mr. Bass'."

A throat cleared, and Blair and Chuck realized they were no longer alone, and that the doctor had probably heard more than she wanted to. However, the doctor was the only one who was embarrassed in the room. It took more that that to shame the shameless.

Third Appointment…

The doctor took a deep breath with her hand on the doorknob, steeling herself for her next appointment, and the verbal assault that was the Waldorf/Basses. Flipping open Ms. Waldorf's chart, she scanned it to be ready, and to have them in and out as fast as possible. She opened the door and for a second she thought she detected a flurry of movement, but since she'd had her head buried in her charts she couldn't be certain. She looked at the former couple from above the rim of her glasses. The two sat there as if they were sitting down for lunch at the Club.

"Shall we begin?"

With the exam over and with everything checked out, the doctor started to feel a sense of elation. For once… for once, the Waldorf/Bass appointment had occurred as a normal scheduled appointment. They were calm. They were polite to her and each other. They hardly spoke, but in the doctor's opinion that was part of the blessing. Feeling that high, she felt it was time to address some of the not so medical issues of this time in the pregnancy.

"Well… everything looks good. Umm… I know you've done this before, but you should probably expect some hormone changes at this stage of your pregnancy… You may find yourself becoming quick to anger… or agitate… or experience an increase in libido…"

For a split second the doctor could have sworn that the edge of Mr. Bass's lip curled up, but she must have been wrong because she blinked and the man was lounging in the chair with the same detached look he'd been wearing for the past twenty minutes.

"Thank you." Blair said with a dismissive snap.

The doctor was just shutting the door when she heard Ms. Waldorf address Mr. Bass.

"Your limo. Three laps around the park. You don't talk."

The doctor shut her eyes for a moment. She should have known she'd thought too soon.

Fourth Appointment…

Blair and Chuck once again waited impatiently for the doctor to come in, and when she finally did, they looked at her as if she was a gazelle that just stumbled upon a pair of lions.

"So are we ready for the—"

"3D ultrasound." Blair cut her off. "And yes, we want to know the gender. To be quite honest, it's been holding us up for weeks. And your excuse that its back was to us or its legs were shut—"

"Clearly not taking after its mother…"

Blair ignored his snide remark, and continued. "We need to find out the gender and we need to find out today."

The doctor started the scan and tried to ignore the sweat that broke out at the base of her back. Luckily baby Waldorf/Bass was in a rare co-operating mood.

"It's a girl!" She announced, and then beat a hasty retreat out of the room. She was extremely glad that today had been the last scheduled appointment before the due date. "I'll see you two in the delivery room!"

After a moment of self-processing, Chuck and Blair each reached for their respective attaché cases, and pulled out the most recent draft of their contract along with red pens.

"So…" Blair sighed as she scanned the paragraphs. "All selected male names are now nulled, and we move on to the aforementioned female choices."

Chuck nodded, his brow furrowed as he thought about the narrowed list of female names in front of him.

Blair tapped her pen sharply on the edge of the contract. "This would be a lot easier if you would just let me name her Audrey. You know it's been my plan since I was seven."

"Yes… Audrey Eleanor Archibald… I wonder why I was quick to veto that one…" He commented, still not looking up. "Your counter veto's malice was also duly noted…"

"Forgive me." She said with an icy snap. "I've already named one of my children after one of your dead parents. I'm not going for a second."

"And yet you approved Lillian for a middle name…"

"Once again, I said DEAD parents."

"And you're really holding to the 'no past sexual partners' grounds?"

"Yes."

"So that leaves us with…"

"Gwendolyn Lillian Lavinia Waldorf Bass." Blair nodded, approving of the sound of the name. "Never to be addressed as 'G', but with Gwendolyn, Gwen or Dolyn being considered acceptable."

Blair and Chuck each flicked through their copy of the contract, signing and initialing as they went, before switching contracts and repeating the process. Once done, the contracts were put away. Blair turned, sliding her legs off the side of the table, and was a little surprised when Chuck helped her down. He kept hold of her hands, and was looking in her eyes so intently that she had to look away.

"There isn't much time left…" He said softly, like a caress.

"I know." She whispered.

"Blair…"

"You should go."

And part of her hated him for listening.

TaHDah! There we go! OMG! I was re-watching the last episode the other day… did you see it? The CUTEST moment? When they're in the restaurant… and they're holding hands at the table? And not like a lame couple. Her arms look like they're folded, but then look and see where his hand is. ADORABLE! Sigh. LOVE Chair. Love. Oh, and I'm ready for it… go on. I know I'm gonna catch hell for Gwendolyn Lillian Lavinia Waldorf Bass. I named a boy Raine in my OTH fic. I can take it.

PS-Since I've never had a baby, I had to look a few things up. I ended up looking at shots of 3D ultrasounds. SO weird. The babies look like aliens! Smushy aliens.