Chapter Two: Why Does Hell Always Break Loose at the Most Inopportune Time?

Blair POV

8 MONTHS AND THREE WEEKS LATER

'Blair, I can't believe it! I don't understand what's wrong with you! It's been almost nine months, Blair, and the only people who know about this are me, Dan, my mom, Eleanor, Cyrus and Dorota. It sound so stupid for me to even say that Nate, who I might add is still your boyfriend, thinks you're in Switzerland at boarding school, and Chuck, the father of your child, doesn't know that he will be a father in about a week! What type of hormones have the doctors put you on? Are they called 'crazy' by any chance?'

'S, I know I may have not acted in the best way about it, but this way I still had my education at home, kept the baby a secret, and, most importantly, Gossip Girl doesn't know anything about it, as she spotted me getting on that flight to Geneva.'

'Still, Blair, you can't label the situation as 'sorted'. I swear to God, Blair, if Chuck and Nate don't find out by the end of this week, I'm telling them. They need to know!' she shouted, her loud voice ringing clearly in my ears.

'Serena, the doctor has said I am not allowed to get stressed, and I'm afraid right now you're stressing me. I think I need some rest. Do you mind closing the door as you leave?'

'Fine. But remember, by the end of the week.'

'I heard you,' I said, nonchalantly.

'Good.' S came over and kissed my forehead. 'I can't wait to see you, little baby. Auntie Serena will love you so much,' she cooed, as he rested her hand on my extraordinarily overgrown stomach. 'Bye, B,' she whispered, and left the room.

I closed my eyes, and relaxed. 'I'm telling Chuck tonight', I said out loud, hoping that it would make me stronger to do it.

7:29. Dorota helped me zip my Chanel dress and put on my Christian Louboutin ballet pumps, as since 3 months ago I couldn't even try to fit in my old high-heels. Vanya helped descend down the last few steps of the building, and I quickly got into the limo. With the door shut, I half-rolled down the window.

'Did anyone see?' I asked Dorota.

'No, Miss Blair. No one on street at this time. Everyone is at Central Park concert. Lady Gaga play live, only Dorota don't go.'

'Fine, Dorota, go. But be back by the time I get here.' I was in a weirdly good mood. Why did I have a good feeling about this?

'Thank you, Miss Blair. Buy you a Lady Gaga T-Shirt?'

'No, thanks,' I said, and the driver sped off towards Chuck's apartment.

8:45. Stuck in traffic. Stomach aching, heart racing...something is not right. What if I won't find him? What if he'll hate me? What if... The ring of my phone shattered my over reactive imagination. I looked at the phone. Gossip Girl. A knot stuck in my throat. I pressed enter and looked at the message.

'SPOTTED.

It seems our Queen Bee has been has some buns in the oven. It must be from all that cooking she has done while at boarding school in the Alps. But what about that bright yellow cab we see in the background? That looks oddly like a place not far away from America. I'm talking...New York? Oh, dear, oh, dear, B. What have you been up to? XOXO Gossip Girl'

Above the text there was the clear picture of a very pregnant me, getting into the limo over an hour ago. I dropped my phone and let the shock run its course. I couldn't hear, couldn't feel, couldn't speak. I was numb.

It rang. I barely deciphered Serena's name from underneath the seat, once. Twice. Ten times. Then it started. Nate called. Five times. Isabella called. Even my mom called. But nothing from Chuck. Not even a single text.

'We're here, Miss Waldorf,' my driver said, and came to open my door. I didn't even realise we arrived; I was completely out of it. I was helped out of the car and walked as quickly as I could inside the building, straight to the elevator. It was descending. Ding!

The doors opened and Chuck ran out of them, his face expressing distress.

'Blair,' he breathed, and his eyes scanned me over, from the top of my head, moving down and stopping when they gazed over the stomach.

'Chuck, I'm sorry.' What was I to say? No words reached my lips.

'Come, we can't do this here,' he whispered and led me inside the elevator. In complete silence we got up to his floor, then he led me to his room. Until the door was locked, he didn't utter a word. 'Tell me the truth, Blair,' he commanded and looked at me, his gaze broken.

'Okay. Well, after Victrola and after my birthday, I felt weird, so I asked Serena to buy me a pregnancy test. I used it, and it turned out positive. I couldn't tell you; you know why I couldn't tell you, and I knew it was yours; it couldn't have been anyone else. You were my only one,' I whispered the last bit, embarrassed. What if he didn't feel this way? 'Anyways, I couldn't let people know about this. I had my reputation to protect. So my mom arranged for me to go on a flight to Geneva, stay there for a few days, I got photographed by the Geneva lake, and then I came home. I was homeschooled, and didn't get out of the house for the last few months. Serena kept saying I should have told you, but I was just too afraid to.' Silence. 'Chuck, I'm done now. Say something.'

'You want me to say something, Blair? You should have told me you were pregnant with my child. You should have trusted me as much. What, were you never going to tell me about the baby?'

'Chuck, please understand. I just didn't see you as the guy who wanted to be a father at such a young age. You have the Industries, and...'

'You know what, Blair, I don't want to hear your petty apology, or your lies. I don't care anymore, but I'll never forgive you from keeping my child a secret from me. Please leave,' he said, and by the end, a single tear fell from the corner of his eye straight on the floor by my feet. I, like anyone else in this world, had never seen Chuck cry; and he was crying because of me.

'Chuck...' I reached to touch his cheek.

He took a step back. 'Just leave, Blair.' His cold voice send chills down my spine. I didn't want to sob in front of him. So I ran, as fast as being almost nine months pregnant would allow me. As soon as I was out of his building and into the limo, I let the sobs shake me.

I needed Serena. I reached for my phone, and when I found it, I noticed a text from Nate I must have missed.

'We're done, Blair. I never want to see you again.'

That's when I lost it. Everything. I lost Nate, I lost Chuck, I lost my dignity, my future...nothing was right.

'Andrew,' I cleared my voice to address the driver, 'turn the limo around. Take me to the airport.'

My stomach was killing me now; my whole mid-section felt like a truck was standing on it. It was almost making me lightheaded. I reached for my phone.

'S, I'm leaving. Everyone hates me. Chuck, Nate...I've lost them both. And Chuck, I didn't even really have. I'm going to give birth to my baby in Paris, and then try and lead a happier life there. Is that really possible? I love you so much, S, and I hope you will ever forgive me for this. You truly are my best friend. Love always, B'

'Last call for flight 9283 to Paris.' The annoying noise of the flight company attendant scratched at my brain. I was the last one in the waiting room, and the lady was looking straight at me, giving me evils. I reluctantly moved to the desk.

'Passport, please.' I handed it.

'Ticket, please.' I handed it.

'Any other luggage?' I shook my head.

'Miss, you're not allowed to fly if you're more than 8 months pregnant. How far along are you?'

'That's offensive. You basically just called me fat!' Would this change the subject?

'Miss, I'm sorry, I just need to...'

'This is an outrage! I'm going to complain to your supervisor, and your supervisor's supervisor! How does that sound?'

'Miss there really is no need to...' Suddenly, all she said was tuned out. Because slowly, I could feel something wet and warm wrap around my legs.

'Listen lady, shut up and make yourself useful. Call me an ambulance; I've gone into labour,' I ordered, and after a few weird-ish looks, she dialled picked up the phone.

A/N: OK! So, I think I might have another chapter coming up. Or maybe two. Depends. I'll write as fast as I can, considering I have exams and everything. Hope you come back to read this story further! Thanks for the support.