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"S, do you think that you could take Macy out tomorrow?" Blair asked. The two girls had climbed into the guest bed, Macy sleeping between them, leaving Dan alone in the master bedroom for the night. This would have been a dream for him, considering Serena had a tendency to kick in her sleep, but he could occasionally hear the girls giggling and talking, making him paranoid about what they were saying.

"Sure, B, why?" Serena questioned. Blair stroked the hair out of Macy's face, eyeing her daughter carefully.

" I may have agreed to have lunch with Chuck."

"WHA—" Blair shushed her overexcited friend and motioned to the stirring child between them. "What?" she whispered forcefully.

"He asked me to go and he was so good with Macy tonight, I just—I don't know." Serena looked from Blair to Macy.

"Are you going to tell him about her? About your—" Blair shot Serena an irritated look as she adjusted her nightgown.

"No. Not now. I don't want to just rush into things with him and Macy or with my whole ordeal okay? I don't want to scare him away." Serena rubbed Blair's shoulder.

"He still loves you, you know?"

"How could he possibly?" Blair felt a few tears form in to corners of her brown eyes but quickly batted them away with a flicker of her eyelashes.

"How could he not Blair? And I know that you still love him." Blair wiped at her tears, unable to brush them away with her eyelashes any longer.

"So what? He's just going to get scared with everything that's going on and run away. Sometimes love isn't enough." Blair rolled over onto her side, turning away from Serena. She was done with this.

"He won't run. He loves you and nothing can change that." Serena watched as Blair inhaled deeply and turned off the light on the nightstand beside her.

"Go to bed Serena," she whispered, "We will discuss this in the morning." With that, Serena nodded to herself and turned out her own light.

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Chuck lied in his bed staring at the darkness that fell before his eyes. He had a daughter. A beautiful, light-hearted, funny, mischievous daughter. How had he not noticed it when he had first seen her. Whose were his eyes, his smile, his smirk. She was the spitting image of him and he thought she had run off and gotten knocked up by some French artist. Maybe she was married and her daughter didn't need a father. Maybe that was the only thing her daughter, their daughter, needed. Maybe she needed a father and maybe, just maybe, he could give it a shot. Chuck rolled over and attempted to fall asleep; knowing that tomorrow would be the day that he found out.

There she was. Chuck sat in his limousine across the street from Dan and Serena's building, watching Blair bid Serena and Macy adieu. He watched on as Blair picked up the little girl and squeezed her tight before letting her wander off to the nearest cab with Serena. He watched as the little girl's hair bounced behind her as she skipped into the cab. She was the perfect mixture of he and Blair. She was dainty and pristine like Blair, but had the adventure of her father.

The cab pulled away and Chuck watched as Blair stood on the corner, waiting for his arrival. She looked so beautiful, so fresh like he had never seen her before. And that's when he felt it. That same pulsing feeling came rushing through his stomach and his throat began to clench. Damn butterflies. He knew he had never just not loved Blair Waldorf. He had gotten this feeling every day for the past five years, knowing that he would never be over the girl who stole his heart away.

After a few more moments of waiting, Chuck began to feel bad for the girl standing out in the cold and got out of the limo. He noticed how Blair's face lit up when she saw him which made the butterflies bounce around as if they had just done a line. He clutched at his stomach for a moment, realizing what was about to happen, as he finally made his way over to Blair.

"Hi," she squeaked, throwing her arms around him in a one-sided hug. She pulled away slowly as she noticed his stiffness. She looked him up and down, glancing at his stern features. "What's wrong?" she muttered.

"Were you ever going to tell me I had a daughter?" he whispered. Her jaw dropped and she became immediately flushed. His eyes locked into her gaze, daring her to lie to him.

"How did you know?" she whispered almost inaudibly. He let out a loud sigh and laughed almost in disbelief. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"How did I know?" he grew louder as he spoke "Blair, How could I not? Last night I saw that smirk—MY SMIRK—plastered across her face and I am supposed to not know? What the hell Blair?"

"I was going to tell you—"She was immediately cut off by Chuck's angry huffing. She should've known this would come.

"WHEN BLAIR? WHE WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?" She became startled by his screaming and tears began to form in her eyes," When? When it was convenient for you? Or were you just going to wait until she was twenty one and came knocking on my god damn door to find her father? How could you not tell me?"

"I TRIED!" Blair screamed back. She calmed herself as the passersby on the street shot funny looks in her direction, "I tried so many times. I picked up the phone probably twenty times a day from the day I left until she turned four years old! I started e-mails and text messages I even came back to New York but seeing your face plastered all over Page Six with the newest flavor of the week made it a little hard for me to tell you that you had a daughter, a beautiful, stubborn, smart, crazy daughter who is more like you than you will ever know." Chuck watched Blair fight back tears at her final fighting words. His heart broke for the little girl, but she had still not told him about his little girl. His anger bubbled inside of him as she began to break down. He hated seeing her like this but dammit, he had deserved to know.

"Why now Blair? Why did you even come back here?" Her heart shattered in her chest with his icy, biting words and she crumbled on the side of the building. Her every emotion flooded out onto the foggy Brooklyn street as he towered over her just watching her sob. He wanted to hold her, to tell her it was okay, but it wasn't. This was the lowest thing that she could've done to him in his eyes, and there would be consequences.

"Chuck, I am sorry, but a lot has been going on. You have to understand—" she wailed through sobs.

"HAVE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT BLAIR?" He shouted. She stood up and wiped the tears away from her face. She wasn't going to let him break her, her body would not be able to handle that at this moment. She straightened herself and let out her last sob before telling him the reason that she had returned.

"You need to understand, Chuck, that I'm dying. And I wanted to make sure that my daughter knew her father before anything happened to me."