Blair just looked up at him with knowing eyes. She gave him a light nod and the slightest shrug and then buried her face in his chest, like a little girl with a secret.

That was all the answer Chuck needed.

Blair is pregnant.

He was stunned—staring out into the abyss for a minute or two. And then, an "A HA" moment happened. A dopey grin crept out slowly. "So that's the glow on you then."

"What glow?"

"I knew something was unusual last night and then Nate said something this morning about you looking fantastic, glowy even, and that just solidified my thought"

She pinched him. "So, are you trying to tell me that I don't look this spectacular all the time?" she let out a chuckle, "I'll have you know I don't feel spectacular, by any means.

He laughed through a smile. "You could have fooled me; you're exquisite. Really, Blair you look so beautiful."

His face turned serious all of a sudden. "Why didn't you tell me? You know you could come to me with anything."

"What was I supposed to do? It's not like things were so wonderful between us and that's not something you really tell someone over the phone. I was walking all over Paris trying to figure out how you would take it. Many macaroons have dedicated their lives to this decision."

Before he could answer her, she rambled on.

"Plus, the last time you and I saw each other at the Humphrey's, the ever evident, yet invisible elephant was in the room. You let me go and I knew then why you did and I love you for it, I really do. But, the second I walked away from you that night at Constance, as soon as I saw that plus sign on the pregnancy test, and every moment since then—I've been thinking what a mistake it was."

She went to continue on and he put his finger over her mouth to shush her.

"I thought that's what you wanted! For once in my life, I tried to do the right thing, tried to see things from your perspective, tried to keep my distance. After that night at Saints and Sinners, I didn't know when we were going to find our way back to each other, but I was sure of it—and then Louis happened." He paused; he was getting heated and he knew this could go sour if his words didn't come out right.

He tried to gather his thoughts and switched gears a bit.

"Listen, you and I both know I am a selfish man. For the past five years, we've played this never-ending game and I did nothing to help matters. For the first time I felt threatened by someone. Louis has the world to offer you: France, for one thing, and we know how you feel about that. Not to mention a palace, a title, a sense of duty, looks—I wouldn't go that far, but you know what I mean. He hasn't hurt you yet and I knew he wouldn't. I thought that if you saw for yourself what I saw, then you would experience it all firsthand and that would be that. You would've never been able to pursue it whole heartedly with me in the wings as always."

And then—she did the shushing. She grabbed his face and kissed him.

"Now you listen, Bass. I don't need a palace when I have an empire and Paris can see me over the holidays. As for a title—we both know I'll always be Queen B, and my duty now lies with our child, which is so exciting and new, not to mention scary—scarier than Serena on Thanksgiving. I wasn't sure if we would ever find our way back to each other, but we did Chuck." She pointed to her belly. "This is it. See?"

He said nothing, but planted soft kisses all over her face like an over eager puppy.

When he pulled away, she lifted her slip, revealing black silk panties and an adorable, tiny little hill between her breasts and her pelvis. She placed his hand on her belly and put her hand right on top of his. "Chuck Bass, meet Baby Bass."

And then he did something unexpected. He rested his head to her belly and wrapped his arms around her still petite waist.

Chuck didn't speak for a while, but Blair sensed everything was okay. His body was relaxed and she was running her fingers through his hair. That went better than she thought; no dramatics. She knew it would be alright the second she saw his face this morning.

Last night was amazing, but sex was never their problem. It was picking up the pieces afterwards. She knew how to read his emotions better than anyone and when she revealed herself to him last night at Victrola, she saw how he felt in his eyes, relief. She knew he was happy that she was home, with him.

She thought about all the times she had come home to him in the past. After long days at Columbia, fights with her mother, battles with Serena—she always came to him and he was there to listen, to calm her down, or set her straight even when she didn't want to hear it. She was even more excited about the days ahead, the ones she would come home to him, bump in tow and soon, baby in arms.

Now, they had to figure the rest out; that could wait until tomorrow.

Today was theirs. She knew she would always remember this moment and smile. It was the day that changed it all for Chuck and Blair—Blair and Chuck.