A/N: You know what it feels like to have 27 emails waiting for you in the morning? Amazing! That's how. Thanks for the support guys!
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"Blair, are you coming?" Serena stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom that Blair had made herself and her daughter comfortable in. Her daughter was clinging to the bottom of Serena's cocktail Betsey Johnson and tripping over her own heels.
"Yea mommy, are you coming?" Macy squeaked, nearly falling face first into the white carpet. She looked up from her wallet and smiled at her little angel.
"Coming where sweetheart?" she questioned.
"Auntie S and Uncle Dan are taking me to dinner with Mrs. Lilly and Mr. Rufus." The child stated matter-of-factly.
"It's a family dinner thing we do once a week. I told Macy here she could come. You are welcome to join us, B." Serena shimmered in the baby blue dress, making Blair envious of her beauty. She knew that she didn't have stretch marks that to this day she was still trying to cover up. She couldn't even stand up to that tonight. She looked like death after her flight.
"No sweetie, Mommy is tired from the flight, you can go ahead and go with Auntie S though," Blair half-yawned from the foot of the bed. Macy ran over and hugged her mother before quickly leaving the room to find Dan, yelling his name the whole way to him. "Is it okay if she goes Serena?" Serena nodded and walked over to her friend.
"Yea, she will be fine. My mom will be happy to see her. Get some rest B," She kissed her friend on the top of her head and left the room. Blair waited until she heard her daughter's giggles fade and the front door shut before she pulled out her wallet again. She had been looking at the photo of her and Macy, the day she was born. It was a long, long day.
"Oh my god Serena I can't do this." Blair said through clenched teeth. Serena patted the sweat away from Blair's red forehead. This woman would always be a hero in her eyes. After nineteen hours of labor. It had finally come time for Blair to give birth to her little one.
"One more big push Mrs. Waldorf," The nurse said from the doctor's side.
"It's MS. Waldorf," Blair winced as she pushed with all her might and the room filled with the forced cries of a newborn.
"It's a girl!" the doctor exclaimed, holding the little girl up for her mother to see her. Both Serena and Blair laughed in a triumphant wayas the nurses cleaned up the little girl and placed her in her mother's arms.
"Oh my god B, she's beautiful! And so tiny!" Serena squealed. Blair couldn't help but to shed a tearfor the beautiful new life that rested in her arms.
"Hi baby," she whispered, rocking her daughter back and forth in her arms, watching her fall asleep.
"Do we have a name yet?" The nurse asked. Blair nodded. It had been chosen for a while and she knew, looking at the sleeping child that no other name would fit. Serena and her had just been flipping through Baby name books one day when they stumbled upon the name. It clicked instantly.
"Macy," she sighed," Macy Eleanor Waldorf—after my mother of course."
Blair threw her wallet back in her purse and checked her phone. 7:04. They had only been gone ten minutes and she already missed her baby girl. Blair wanted to be with her daughter on their first night in the city together. She got up and quickly dressed for the occasion before running downstairs and hailing a cab to the restaurant.
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Blair arrived at the restaurant just as the group was being seated. She rushed over to the group who applauded her arrival and showered her with compliments. Her daughter was more excited than anyone, as she threw herself into her mother's arms and showered her with the same affection. The group looked on as the mother squeezed her daughter tight. They had never seen Blair so affectionate, so loving, so motherly.
The group took their seats and began chatting away. Blair couldn't seen to shake her daughter from her side, so ended up seating her in her own lap.
"So Blair, how have you been the past few years?" Lilly asked.
"Busy," Blair laughed, gesturing to an oblivious Macy who was playing with a Nintendo that Eric had brought with him.
"Die! Die!" Macy whispered at the game causing a fit of laughter from everyone at the table. Blair turned her daughters face towards her own and shushed her so the other patrons would not be offended at her daughter's rude remarks. The conversation continued before they were once again interrupted by the child in her lap.
"Mommy," she whispered into her ear, "I need to go potty." Blair giggled and lifted herself and Macy from the chair.
"If you will please excuse us, we need to make a trip to the ladies' room," Blair smiled as she led her daughter to the back of the restaurant.
"She seems happy," Lilly stated, taking a swig of her merlot. Serena nodded.
"She is," She replied to her mother, "She's just worried about—"
"Sorry I'm late," said an all too familiar voice. Serena's jaw dropped. Speak of the devil she thought.
"Well Charles, It's nice of you to finally join us for one of these events," Rufus remarked sarcastically. Chuck sat down in what was supposed to be Blair's chair, causing everyone to grow a little uneven. The mood was sure to grow even more uncomfortable when the little girl started running back to the table from the restroom.
"Excuse me sir, you are in my seat," Macy said, tugging on Chuck's jacket. He turned and saw the little girl standing next to him and was suddenly hit with emotion like a train. She was tiny sure but he knew those features. Her ears and her lips were the same pair that left him five years ago. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She really was a mini Waldorf. Blair ran up behind her daughter, unaware of the man her seat and bent down to her level.
"Macy Eleanor, what did I tell you about running in public? You are disturbing the patrons and could have very well hurt yourself!" Blair scolded. The little girl nodded as if to say she understood, small tears filling the corner of her eyes. Blair couldn't help but to pull the little girl into her arms and apologize.
"I'm sorry I had to yell at you, I just don't want you to get hurt okay?" The little girl nodded into her shoulder and sniffled as her mother stroked her hair. Chuck was stunned. His Blair was no more than six inches from him and was still not aware of his existence at the table. He had never seen her like this in the five years they had been together, or even the seventeen years they had been just friends. Her features were older, more mature. Her eyes had dimmed, they didn't sparkle like they used to. She looked tired, which he understood with a five year old running around. She didn't look like herself, but being a mother would do that to a person. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and love her as if the past five years had never happened, but he knew she would have a fit. She would yell and scream and probably throw things. He had missed her so much, but obviously she hadn't, as she had run off and had a child, probably with a French artist or designer. Someone he could never be for her. She was probably married and totally happy. He wanted to pick her up and run away with her in his arms, but instead of fulfilling his fantasies, he captured her attention with a simple, "Blair?"