Blair stepped into the foyer to find a table with a gorgeous chestnut armoire and a vintage mirror above it. Sitting on top of the armoire were the most beautiful peonies, even more so then the ones she received back in Paris. The flowers sat next to a framed photo of Serena, Nate, Chuck, and Blair, a serious antique. They had to be around eight years old, all clad in their school uniforms; arms around each other with not a care in the world but each other.

Where on Earth did you get this?

My au pair took that on the first day of school, third grade I think?

Scarf and a bow tie at eight years old, yep, it's official. I have known you way too long.

The peonies?

I have the place refreshed twice a week, you never know.

She was dumbfounded, really she was. And she only made it through the front door.

It was as if Blair was in the Louvre or something as she slowly made her way across the house like it was a gallery. It was just right and it was theirs. It was mildly decorated; he left room for her to make adjustments. Yet, it had enough flair to know that he had put his own input into it. Not only that, but his contribution was in consideration to Blair's taste.

The living room was a deep shade of plum, no doubt due to Chuck's obsession with the color. The dining room was cream with framed vintage Hermes prints lining the walls. The kitchen was equipped with all the essentials, at least enough for Blair to make her father's classic Thanksgiving pies and for Chuck to make his morning espresso.

Neither of them spoke; she trailed ahead while he watched her from behind, growing even more excited as she glided throughout the house.

Original artwork scattered the walls, there was even a Manet. There was an office for Chuck—very dark and brooding and a creative office for Blair lined with original sketches of her mother's and of course, a framed profile of Audrey, for motivation.

As she climbed the stairs she perused the gallery that was the wall alongside it: pictures of Blair and her father in Paris, Serena and Nate at a charity event they went to a while back. A portrait of the Vanderwoodsen-Humprey family with Chuck planted next to Lily, a shot of Chuck's mother, Eleanor and Cyrus on their wedding day, and then, there they were. I was Chuck and Blair at a celebration for the purchase of The Empire, Blair didn't remember anyone taking it. They were elated; their happiness was as blatant as breathing. He looked thrilled and dapper as usual and she, so proud and in love. They were laughing in the photo; they were in love.

Two guest rooms graced the top floor with private baths, she peeked in and then she made out the master bedroom down the hall, from afar. As she walked closer, she stopped short at the sight of something out of the corner of her eye. A spacious, but empty violet shaded room was to her right. There was a box resting along the closet. She walked over and lifted the lid; little boy's bow ties.

"Oh, Chuck" she said choked back tears.

"I saw this empty room and wasn't sure what to make of it, so I awaited you for the final call, but then, I came across these and I had to buy them. My mother bought similar ones for me before I was born. My father told me once that she went stir crazy shopping because she was ecstatic that she was having a baby boy."

That's heartbreaking, she thought.

"So you kept with them all of these years because of her; you never told me that. Chuck Bass is a sentimental, who knew?"

"Well, now you do."

"And what if we have a girl?"

"I'm sure you won't have a problem finding our princess enough headbands to rule her nursery. Look underneath. She rummaged and found a children's book entitled 'Just Being Audrey'."

"How in the world…?"

"I can't take the credit for that one, Serena found it."

"Serena knows about this place?

"Yeah, good ol' sis actually pitched in quite a bit, but I had to draw the line when the bohemian came out. Nate does, too."

He pressed on. "There's a mirror of this room on the opposite side of the hall, you know if things get even more interesting around here."

"How about I break off my engagement to Louis first, have this baby, and then we'll talk about that room, got it?"

"Got it."

She walked over, put her arms around him and ran her fingers through the back of his air. "I can't believe we're standing in our baby's room. This, all of this; this place is incredible. I love you. How did you know this is exactly what I needed?"

"Because I know."

"As far as that room on the opposite side of the hall, that can be my closet"

"Are you kidding, Blair? I designed a house fit for a Queen and you don't think I thought of that?"

And just like that—she was gone.

She ran into the master bedroom and yet again, came to a halt. She looked around, speechless, soaking all of it in. Before she could utter a word he was right behind her; she was enclosed in his embrace.

He gently untied the robe and ran his hand up her thigh, pushing the nightie up to her belly. He brushed her curls aside, started kissing hear neck and whispered in her ear. "Now you know why we are still in our pajamas."

She closed her eyes, biting her lip with nothing but one thing running through her brain.

"Let's christening our legacy, Bass—what do you say?"

"Absolutely nothing."

Still behind her, he slipped the robe off and peeled each strap of her nightie until it dropped to the floor. Chuck picked her up and practically flung her on the bed and climbed on top of her, ravaging her at the first touch.

After a few rounds of pure bliss, Chuck was spent and Blair was starved.

Whew.

"Can I please eat now? I'm not eating for one any more you know."

"I don't think I've ever heard you voice hunger in your life except for macaroons, this is music to my ears. What do you want?"

"Hm…"

In the middle of her pondering, Blair's phone rang—Dorota—she ignored it. She was sure at this point Dorota was furious with her because Louis probably called the penthouse to see how Blair was and Dorota had to improvise because, really, what did she know? Thank God she was a mastermind at lying for her. This trip was about her and Chuck and no one else, she'll explain the rest later.

She let the thought go. "How about we order from the Lion?"

"Sounds perfect, I'll call John personally."

After her phone continued to beep incessantly, Chuck finally paid it mind. "Blair, just get it. We have to face the music at some point, don't we?"

"Yes, but not today."

And just like that, she crawled into his nook and waited impatiently for her lobster pot pie.