A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. This will probably be the last update until this weekend, possibly later. Thanks for all the reviews. Keep reviewing! Thanks all.

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When their eyes met, the table became instantly tense. Everyone's breath hitched and their nerves could be felt radiating between the walls of the fine Italian restaurant. The couple's feelings were no different. It was like a time warp to five years ago. Both wanted to jump into the other's arms and spill all of their feelings onto the table, but that would not be proper. Their eyes were locked on the opposite pair and time stood still. What to say? What to do? The tension grew and they both slid unnoticeably closer to the other before they were interrupted by a small voice off the side.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Macy questioned, tugging on her mother's shoulder, who was still crouching on the floor next to the little one. Blair turned to the child and let out a weak smile.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said standing up, "I'd like you to meet Mr. Chuck, he is Mr. Bass' son." Chuck gazed from the child to Blair and back to the child as she toddled up to him.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Chuck," she said shaking his hand," I'm Macy Eleanor Waldorf." Chuck smiled at the girl and kissed the top of her hand. Blair was in disbelief. She never imagined that the first meeting between father and daughter would end up like this. She became faint and dizzy in her thoughts and stumbled, catching herself on the back of Dan's chair, giving everyone a stir of panic.

"Blair, are you okay?" Serena asked, concerned for her friend. Blair nodded and pulled a chair from the vacant table behind her and placed it between Chuck and Dan, her daughter crawling onto her lap.

"I'm fine, I just need to eat," she mumbled, sharing a side glance with Chuck. The waiter brought everyone their opening salad, which she ate every last bite of. Chuck was surprised at this because he had never actually seen her finish a complete dish in the two decades he had known her. He was snapped out of his trance as Blair was pleading with Macy to eat her salad.

"But I don't like salad mommy! It's yucky." The child whined. Blair rolled her eyes and tried to force feed her daughter the "rabbit food" as she was calling it. Chuck let out a laugh as he watched Macy refuse the food time and time again.

"You know I never liked salad either, it was too green" he interrupted, taking the fork and plate from Blair. "But, if you eat it with lots of dressing, it's better." He dumped his extra dressing atop the girl's salad and put a piece on the fork, handing to her. She stared at it reluctantly before taking a small bite from the piece of lettuce that dangled off the edge of the fork.

"That's better," she smiled before digging into the rest of the salad. Blair watched in awe how he handled the child. He was making a good impromptu father at this dinner. In the three years she had been trying to get Macy to eat salad, she had to force feed it to her like trying to feed an anorexic. It took Chuck all of a minute to get her to chow down on the food that was presented to her. Part of Blair couldn't help to be jealous at how natural he was with the child. Their child. Blair began to feel woozy again, but took a sip of her water in hopes of feeling better. As her dizziness subsided, she swore she heard Chuck whisper to the child, "Plus, If you eat the entire salad and the entire meal, I'll make sure you get anything you want off that dessert cart. You know what? You can have the entire dessert cart."

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When the meal was complete, each couple got in to a cab and went their separate ways, leaving Blair, holding a sleeping Macy, and Chuck alone on the streets of their beloved Upper East Side. They glanced at each other, hoping the other wouldn't notice, pretending to look for a cab. Blair adjusted Macy in her arms, making sure that she wasn't cold in the cold autumn wind. Chuck watched Blair struggle with the sleeping child and felt sorry.

"Here," he offered," Let me take her for a while. You look tired." Blair looked from the sleeping child to Chuck and reluctantly handed her off. She watched Chuck handle the sleeping child and wondered why she had ever left in the first place. Catching herself, she shook the thoughts away and searched for a cab more vivaciously.

"Blair, my car is right over there, I'm sure we can give you a ride back to Serena's if you want," Chuck offered. Blair looked at him.

"If your car is over there then why were you standing here with us?" she half-snapped. Chuck's eyebrows raised at her tone. She hadn't once been cross with him yet, he had to assume it was coming.

"I wanted to make sure you got into a cab safely," he muttered. She sighed and looked at the small grey patch forming at the base of his neck.

"Okay," she whispered, "Lead the way."

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"How have you been Blair?" Chuck asked in the limo. He had poured himself a scotch and was watching Blair stroke her daughter's hair as she lied in her lap.

"Busy," Blair answered nonchalantly. She stared down at her daughter, wondering if she should tell him now or later. Chuck let out a soft giggle.

"I can see that," he replied. It pained him to see her with the little girl. They had discussed it five years ago and she was always supposed to have his kids, they were supposed to have a family together. Suddenly the car jerked slightly. They both realized they were in Brooklyn when the roads became bumpier. Macy stirred and woke up in her mother's lap.

"Mommy?" she questioned sleepily, her eyes closed.

"Hold on sweetie we are almost home," she whispered, kissing the top of Macy's forehead and breaking Chuck's heart a little more.

"Don't be mad Mommy, but in my dream you kissed Mr. Chuck," she whispered. Chuck and Blair's eyes widened, but never crossed the other's path. The car pulled in front of Dan and Serena's building and the three climbed out of the car, Chuck holding Macy so she wouldn't tumble.

"We will talk about your dream in the morning, ok?" Blair told the sleepy child who resumed her sleep in her mother's arms. "Thank you for the ride Charles," she whispered to him on the sidewalk.

"Can I see you again Blair?" he questioned. She knew it would be a bad idea but she couldn't resist.

"I suppose we could do lunch tomorrow, Serena is taking Macy out anyway." Chuck smiled and nodded.

"I'll be here for you at one then," She nodded and turned to walk up the stairs and into the building. Chuck watched her and the child as they walked up to the front stoop. As Blair was pushing the button, calling Serena to buzz her in, he noticed something peculiar on the child. Who knows if it was her dream or if it was her faking being asleep, but Macy had a smirk spread across her face that Chuck could recognize anywhere. Before he could stop Blair, she had gone into the building and the door had shut behind her. That was his smirk that was plastered across the child's face. That was his daughter.