Eventually, they got out of the bathtub, eventually being the key word.
For what seemed like hours, they lay just like that, with Chuck's head rested on Blair's belly and voiced all the plans they want to make together. For Blair, it was a cinch since she had been dreaming of a life with Chuck the first time she stepped into his limo. Chuck didn't see is life without Blair by his side either, so all of their pent up thoughts were finally on the table.
They threw out baby names, (Elizabeth if it's a girl, after Chuck's mother; Harold if it's a boy after Blair's father) decided on limiting access to Cyrus' "never enough" hugs and Eleanor's cynicism, and came to the conclusion that maybe his suite at the Empire just wasn't big enough for the three of them.
They were now "The three of them;" what a difference a day makes.
"I already thought of that," he said casually.
"So did I, which is why I think we should start looking as soon as possible because you know I want together a decorator in there before I get too big. I want the baby to feel at home after it's born, I don't want to come back from the hospital to a place that doesn't feel like it's ours yet, and you know-"
He cut her off. "You're rambling."
"I know you're nervous, it's okay I am too."
"I am not nervous, how dare you, I'm perfectly collected."
"You ramble when you are nervous, I love it. Sometimes I let you carry on because I think you're adorable when you're vulnerable."
She frowned.
"I want to show you something"
"Now? Can't it wait? I'm starved and I am onto something here! I think we should look into that gorgeous new building on 68th and Madison..."
"Yes, now. We can get something after."
"I'm on to you Bass."
"Let me surprise you for a change Waldorf."
"He got up and reached back to lend her a hand to sleep out of the bathtub; she stared at him skeptically."
"Come on, let's go."
"But Chuck, we're not even dressed! Look at me! Look at you?"
"Who cares, no one will see you where we're going anyway."
She slipped on a pair of Blahniks and followed him to the elevator in nothing but a nightie and Chuck's robe.
"This out to be interesting," she thought
They walked through the lobby, heads turning in their path. But they were oblivious, scurrying to the door like two kids sneaking out after curfew.
They jumped in the limo and headed uptown. Blair looked out the car window, curious of what was going on.
They rolled to a stop in front of the Met.
"I feel like I haven't been here in ages. Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it? What are we doing here?"
"You'll see." He hopped out first, with a bottle of champagne and two flutes in tow.
He was still in his silk pajamas, which made this even sweeter for Blair. Chuck Bass was in public sans a suit and bowtie. This will probably never happen again. If Gossip Girl only caught them, she would have a field day.
He grabbed her hand and made his way to the steps; her steps. She once owned these steps, ruling her minions from atop her throne.
It was early evening, so the museum had closed its doors not too long before. It was just the two of them, the street lights, and the passerby.
He popped the champagne and started pouring.
"Are we celebrating?"
Blair was really impatient, especially since he wasn't giving anything way and not to mention that she was sitting there, in a nightie and a robe. She didn't rush him, however, because she knew this was going to be good. Chuck was the best at grand gestures; she just wasn't sure where this was going.
He started talking. "I know things haven't always been easy for us…"
"That's an understatement," she blurted out.
"Blair?"
"I'm sorry, stopping, now."
"Anyway, I know I haven't been ideal in my efforts to prove my love to you—"
"That's not true!"
"BLAIR."
"I'm sorry! But it isn't. Yes, there have been mishaps, but—"
"In any case, despite my poor strategies and often faulty conscious, I have always known our fate. No matter the condition of our relationship, when push came to shove, we came together for each other. Not because of our history or because we're bound to Serena and Nate as a foursome, but because no one understands us like each other. I have let you seen the darkest parts of me and you didn't shy away. I want this, us, to never be a risk. I want our family and friends to support us, not gamble on how long it takes us to fall apart. We're magnetic and we make sense and I don't want us to be destructive anymore. I want to build us a future together more than anything."
"Wow."
"What?"
"You did it, that's all."
"What are you talking about?"
"You have officially become the man that you thought you couldn't be. If you're father could only see you."
"He smiled to himself. Well, I thought it was about time to put what's important in front of everything else—and nothing is more important to me than you, Blair."
She was beaming with tears pouring down her face. "Finally," she thought.
"So what does all of this have to do with The Met?"
"I was getting to that. You see that terrace right across the street?"
"Chuck, be real. You know I love that terrace. It's in the perfect spot; access to everything—Central Park, the Met across the street. Ah, to dream. "
"Dreaming will be unnecessary because that balcony and the townhouse that it belongs to—are ours."
"What? Are you serious?"
"I bought it for us a while back, when I was going to propose last year."
"She just stared at him lost in the thoughts of last year for a minute."
"Blair, all of that is behind us. We can start anew here."
"You bought this for us?"
"It wasn't easy to get with a lot of interest in it, but yes. I thought it would be fitting—you could be on the committee over at the museum and build your own Empire, you know? The Empire and Bass Industries are just a limo away. We could spend our weekends strolling along the park with our babies, having brunch along the way, and exposing them to all the culture in this area. Not to mention Constance and St. Jude's aren't far."
She threw her arms around him and whispered in his ear. "You really thought about all of this, despite everything that's happened"
"Don't get me wrong, there were definitely some unplanned events that have detoured the unveiling of this purchase to you, but ultimately—yes. The Palace has too much emotional weight from my father, The Empire has baggage from last year, and I think we need this. You have always been my family and now it's growing and our new home will definitely suffice.
He handed her a glass of champagne and dangled the keys in front of her.
"Shall we?"
He grabbed her hand and they practically ran across the quiet street.
They walked up to the grand black door. Chuck put the key in the lock and with a flick of the wrist, there was a click. He pushed the door open and stepped aside.
"Welcome home, Blair."