The sound of laughter filled the penthouse. Chuck lay in bed just listening to the sound of the authentic Waldorf giggle from the other room. "She really is here," he thought to himself. It was the laugh Blair exuded when she was really enjoying herself. He knew she was because she was in the company of one of their best friends, Nate. It was almost identical to her mother, Eleanor's, valiant and dainty. The sound practically warmed his heart, which could afford the heat after these past few months without her around.

Chuck had always watched her, whether from afar during her days on the arm of Archibald or when they were together, noticing every mannerism; every last detail about her.

He peaked out this time and just watched her from a crack in the door. There she was, clad in her slip and one of his silk purple robes. He had seen her this way a thousand times before, but his chest was pounding like it was when he saw her on stage four years ago.

He noticed she had smile #6 on. According to him (and he was not a force to reckon with) Blair had seven smiles, each allotted to their own purpose:

1. When she was scheming, which was too often-that was the devilish, conniving one.

2. When she was triumphant, which as Queen, she demanded. That one was pretty vicious, too. Nothing pleased Blair Waldorf more than a victory under her belt.

3. When she was dealing with Dorota. The bond those two shared was the strangest yet most endearing thing he has ever witnessed. She always tried to maintain some authority with her maid, but truth was, Blair was closer to her than her own mother, so that one was sincere for sure.

4. When she laid in bed for hours watching the same Audrey classics that she had memorized at this point. It was that smile that brought out that same little girl, the sophisticated dreamer that wore Chanel ballet flats and had a Smythson planner filled with play dates and parties to plan.

5. When she was with her father. Harold ended where she began and vice versa. Since her parents divorce, there was definitely a void in her house. B missed him more than she led on and when with him she lit up like a Christmas tree.

6. The grin she had smacked across her face at the moment was the one that was reserved specifically for two people: Serena and Nate. It was natural as breathing. The duo was her confidants, one third of her inner circle, and the only people she truly trusted in this world besides Chuck, of course. The both of them were the loves of her life and no matter how many remarks, feuds, or bumps in the road they shared, they never let up on each other, ever.

He couldn't bear another minute and finally emerged from the doorway. That was when #7 appeared.

7. The smile they both shared. It was never a huge show of affection, that wasn't their style. If you caught them secretly swapping a quick crescent shapes in each other's direction it, was evident that there was a magnetic pull between the two. Forget the smile; just the way they gaped at each other was enough to make you blush as an onlooker. It's as if they were the only two people in the room and you were a mere member of the audience.

"Well, well, well… I guess you're not a figure of my imagination after all," Chuck said softly. He remained composed, though he was the furthest thing from it. She was right there, just a few feet in front of him and looked magnificent as ever and he was at war with himself to not go over there a put his head on her lap and nonchalantly just stare up at her while she read the morning's WWD, which still came addressed to her at the penthouse.

"Looks like you've become reacquainted with your old stomping grounds, Waldorf."

"Well I didn't really have to make much of an effort, now did I, Bass? My wardrobe seems to be right where I left it and you know how I feel about the feel of silk on my skin."

He knew why she had it on, but he wouldn't pry. Blair liked wearing his robe in the morning because she liked keeping is smell on her. She even took it on trips when she was away from him.

"If he only knew still had his paisley one in my closet at the palace In Monaco," she thought to herself.

"Gentleman, if you'll excuse me for a second," and then she was gone again.

"So Nathaniel, catching up with our jet setter are we?"

"Yeah man, from the sound of it, Paris suits her, but when has it not? Doesn't she look great? Something's different, I swear it."

"Just the look of love I assure you," he said, drinking an espresso and looking out the window. She was definitely in love, but who with?

"I'm not so sure Chuck; something's changed. She kind of looks glow-y. You know? That giddy kind of happy; she's onto something. Yep that's it I bet. I should see if Serena knows anything. Anyway, I have to run, tell Blair, I'll see her for lunch tomorrow; she wanted to meet at Bergdorf's."

Bergdorf's?

"You know how she is, but she did say something about helping her get a present?"

"Hm. Maybe a groom's gift?"

"Whatever; don't think about it dude."

As Nate walked out, Chuck just sat there staring at the elevator doors, thinking about all the time she came through those doors; came home to him. This place was a big part of them. It had her touch to the T, even the tasteful canvas print of half naked women. She wanted to make sure it still felt like a guy's spot, even though she came and went as she pleased.

She sat in the bathroom on the ledge of the porcelain tub; waiting for the nausea to pass. God damn that frittata, she wanted it so badly this morning when she woke up at the Empire. They made it just the way she liked it, but the baby not so much apparently.

She needed something to make it pass. She looked through the cabinets and found nothing. She resorted to the drawers and was greeted with a surprise. The perfume he brought her back from a business trip to Brussels, her signature Bendel cosmetic cases, a sleeping mask. Everything was right where she left it. That Bass, he was good.

"Blair, are you alright in there?"

"Ugh, yep! Everything is great!"

Opening the door, he said, "Well, that was really convincing. What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, that frittata must not remember me well."

"What do you mean? It's your favorite; I had it added to the permanent menu just for you."

"I know weird, right? I just haven't had dairy in a while, so maybe it's catching up with me."

He looked at her. She was in the tub at this point, just sitting there in her nightie and Chuck's robe, a frown on her face, rubbing her belly.

He climbed in with her and sat next to laid next to her. She put her had on his shoulder. He used to rub her belly after their-weekly dinners at their favorite restaurants like The Lion and the Waverly Inn, but this time when he went to put his hand on her stomach, she froze.

He felt it—a bump.

He sat up slowly and looked over at her, "Blair?"