Summary: Just divorced Chuck thinks everything is said between him and Blair. But why does she show up at his doorstep at night? Future Fic.

AN: Thank you once again for all the amazing reviews! I hope you enjoy the resolving I choose in this chapter!

Special thanks to my great beta Eileen. She was the one to give me the crucial idea on how to resolve the Valerie plot. I'd be seriously lost without you, darling! *hugs*

Last but not least of course thank you to Sandra! (I think it's about time you kick my ass, because I can't seem to get any writing done!)

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Way Back Into Love

Chapter 19: Priorities

Valerie stalked into the room, eying Blair like she was her prey. "Not even I'm dishonest enough to tell you that you don't look like shit. But considering the lack of hair and boob, it's probably the best you can do, right?"

Chuck planted himself protectively in front of Blair, facing Valerie. "What do you want?"

The blonde smirked mockingly, fishing a sonogram print out of her purse. "To congratulate you. Daddy." The fake smile grew even wider when she turned to Blair. "Sorry, you had to find out on your own. I would have loved to break the news to you myself."

"Let's cut to the chase," Blair snapped back, taking Chuck's checkbook from the desk. "How much?"

"I'm offended really," Valerie mocked. "What do you expect me to do with that money, anyway? Get rid of it? Not everyone has the airy indifference to kill a baby, B."

Chuck's arm shot out by instinct to hold Blair back from scratching Valerie's eyes out. She was not worth it.

"Already protective of your offspring?" Val rested both of her hands on either side of her belly."I really appreciate that, darling."

"Get to the point, Val," Chuck demanded.

"Ever the business man," she laughed. "I don't want money. I figured with Blair here unwilling to give you a child and practically barren at this point, you'd welcome the chance to see your child grow up."

Chuck studied her silently, encouraging her to go on with his eyes. He was very aware of Blair next to him, jumping back and forth between rage and horror.

"I want my child to know you. The father should be a part of this pregnancy and the baby's life."

"I agree," Chuck stated in a calm voice, feeling Blair tense at his side. To reassure her, he briefly squeezed her hand before going on. "So I suggest you go and find the father. Because it's not me."

"As adorable as it is to watch you try to protect your doomed ex-wife's feelings, you are the father, darling. The date of conception matches the night we spent together at the Empire."

"That may be, but it's not mine," Chuck was completely relaxed as he walked to the bar to pour himself a scotch. "It's not possible."

"Because you used a condom?" Valerie sneered. "I'd really expect you to know that those aren't always effective."

Chuck sat down on the couch as he took a sip of the scotch. "I tend to believe they are combined with a vasectomy."

As Val's face blanched, he could see Blair looking completely stunned out of the corner of his eye. Now there would be yet another talk they would need to have.

"You're bluffing!" Val accused.

He didn't answer, but took another sip of scotch, which made her even angrier.

"As long as I've known you, you were always complaining about the fact that she didn't want children," Valerie exploded pointing at Blair. "Once you were so drunk you were nearly in tears because she had that fucking abortion! There's no way in hell you'd get a vasectomy."

"What do you want, Valerie? My medical record prove that I'm telling the truth?" he replied calmly. "We can even do an DNA test if you want. It's not mine."

At his conviction he could hear Blair breathe a sigh of relief. He wanted to go over to her and explain her all about his actions, but he kept his focus on the blonde in front of him. "So, I suggest you go on to the next poor fellow on your blackmail list and scratch me off."

Fury burned in Valerie's eyes, as she stuffed the picture back into her handbag. "This isn't-"

"It's over Val," Chuck said. "It's about time that you get out of our lives!"

The raging blonde spun around, halfway out of the office when Chuck called after her. "I would think twice before you spend more than a moment on revenge. You have child to think of now. The kid is punished with a mother like you as it is, wouldn't want to have it grow up with a mother in prison."

"We'll send security after you." Blair placed both of her hands on Chuck's shoulders smiling sweetly at her enemy. "Just to make sure you find your way out."

Chuck closed the door behind the security escorting the whore out. Blair watched him, from behind the desk where she had sat down. He faced the door for several moments. She knew he was trying to avoid the uncomfortable conversation that was ahead of them, and – god – she did too.

Walking up behind him, she put both of her hands on his upper arms, resting her forehead between his shoulder blades. He covered her hands with his ,squeezing them softly.

"It's over," he told her. "She's gone."

Even though her eyes stayed dry, she couldn't help the sob that escaped her lips at his statement. For almost two years now that woman had been messing up their lives. She felt like a ton had been lifted off her back. It was almost hard to believe that it was really over now.

"I'm sorry," she exclaimed, causing him to turn around in her arms.

"Unless you had an affair with her as well, you have nothing to be sorry for," he said, framing her face with his hands.

"That's not it," she shook her head, hiding her face at his collar.

"What are you apologizing for, then?"

"I should've at least talked to you before I terminated the pregnancy," Blair acknowledged, not able to look at him..

Chuck grip on her grew a bit looser as he let her continue.

"I just didn't know... I didn't care how much it hurt you," finally she found the courage to search his eyes, surprised when she didn't meet the find anger.

"I've been replaying the events of that day so many times," he admitted. "It took me a while to realize that I wasn't mad at you for not involving me in your decision or actually going through with it."

"But?"

"I was angry, because you made the right decision. Using a child to fix our marriage would've been wrong. You were right."

Uneasy she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. "Was I?"

"It's water under the bridge, Blair." Placing his hand on the nape of her neck he pulled her close for a deep kiss.

"Is it?" Her forehead rested on his. "I always knew that your one burning desire was a child. Maybe I'm not the right woman for you if I wasn't wiling to give you that."

"Your are my burning desire, Blair," he told her with sincere eyes. "I was a free agent. If I would have wanted a baby so much nobody was stopping me to leave you."

"But you didn't," she said, almost shyly.

"I didn't. Because I love you."

"I don't deserve you."

"Well I guess that makes two of us." He leaned in for yet another kiss. She met him eagerly by parting her lips for him, granting him access.

"I love you," she mumbled into his mouth, while responding keenly to his kisses.

"Love you more."

"So," Blair was the one to break their making out session, pushing him away and detaching herself from his mouth, asking the question that had been burning on the tip of her tongue for the last ten minutes. "Vasectomy, huh?"

A startled expression crossed his face, before he nodded, returning her grin. "Yes."

"I hate to say it … no that's not really true … this time you owe me an explanation."

Chuck ran a hand through his hair, clearly looking for a way to justify his actions to her.

"I was so hurt after the abortion that I wanted a way to repay you," Chuck started explaining. "I did it to torture you."

"By cutting your spermatic cords?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "I think you have definitely lost your touch."

"I stored some sperm," he said, clearly afraid to meet her eyes. "I thought that if you ever changed your mind about having kids, this time you'd be the one to beg me for it."

"We're pretty fucked up, aren't we?"

Meeting the others eyes they both immediately into a unstoppable laughing fit. Whenever they had calmed down a bit, looking at each other had them snorting with laughter again.

"Yeah we are quite messed up," he admitted finally.

"Still, do you realize that this is the first scheme that worked out well for both of us in the end?" she asked, a smile on her face.

"More luck than judgment, I'd say," he chuckled. Concern appeared on his face as he studied her fragile frame, noticing that she looked exhausted. Understandably after the day she just had – the year really. "I think we should really get you back to the hospital."

"I was actually considering, not going back," she admitted, moving her hand through his hair.

"Well, you better abandon that consideration immediately," he decided for her.

Blair looked to the floor. The idea of that sterile, cold building had her cringing. As unpleasant as the reason for her present leave of absences hat been, it had been nice to see what was going on in the real world for a change.

"I'll have to make sure that you actually get back, don't I?"

She readjusted his blazer. "You have a meeting to attend to."

He pecked her lips. "I have priorities."

To be continued

AN: I do realize that this chapter is a lot shorter than my usual work, but I figure the fact that Chuck's mistress is gone now, should earn me a few bonus points!

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