Hours later, she was rubbed, scrubbed, and feeling divine, though that glazed, aloof feeling was starting to take over. When she was done with her last service, she headed to the women's suite to change.

"Miss Waldorf? This way." she motioned her to an elevator with a perfectly manicured finger making a gesture.

"Have you been influenced by a crazed man as well?"

"By Mr. Bass? Haha! Miss Waldorf, you have been here enough times to know that your boyfriend has a way with pretty much anyone."

"Ah, at least I'm not the only one who sees it. Yet again, I wander with a robe, where am I going?"

She walked into the elevator and the woman bit "PH" on the door. "Enjoy yourselves"

She rode to the tippy top, undisturbed and when the doors opened, she stepped out and found him sitting on the couch, with scotch in one hand and a paper in the other.

"Geez, I thought you were naturally gorgeous, I guess I've been deceived."

"Very funny, Chuck. You shouldn't complain about the time since you scheduled all the appointments."

She wandered over to him and nuzzled herself on his lap, still in her terrycloth robe.

He bent down and kissed her cheek. "Don't get too comfortable"

"I thought this was the surprise, a night at The Plaza, a nice homage to us."

"It was, but that was only part of it, I figured we can escape the city for a few days and get reacquainted."

She looked away.

"That's not the face you usually make when I whisk you off in the night unannounced—"

"—I'm excited, I really am..."

"Then trust me, please?" He reached and lightly lifted her chin.

"I just don't feel like myself, I feel..."

"Scared? Vulnerable? Extremely exfoliated?"

She cocked her head and looked at him. He really does know me better than I know myself she thought.

"How come you get to be the strong silent one? Why do I have to be the damsel?"

"You're not, besides must I remind you of the Victrola rooftop, better yet, the train station in Paris, or how about Elizabeth? You were the only reason I got through those things, even when I didn't deserve to be saved in some cases."

"I do need to be saved, don't I? Look at me, my first manicure in weeks. What have I become?"

"A mother."

"As if on command, she turned inward to him and sobbed silently"

"Blair—"

"If I'm not someone's mother or someone's fiancée, then what am I? I don't know any more Chuck."

"Look at me, you are Blair Waldorf. That name has enough weight to it as it is, but you have to realize something. You will always be our baby's mother and since when do you need a man on your arm to shine? You are a powerful woman, even though it doesn't seem like it now, you are the bravest person I know and you deserve happiness and I want to be the one to give it to you."

The tears were still reeling down her face, but she was calm now. She said something into his chest that sounded muffled.

I can't understand you when you're talking into my suit.

"I said, marry me."

"What?"

She shimmied up from his lap and cupped his face in her tiny her hands. "Chuck Bass, I have never seen anyone look at me the way you just did, or ever, for that matter. The way you love me is something I will never be able to figure out find in another person and that's perfectly okay because I love you more than anything. You are patient with me, you listen and even though everything else has proved to be an obstacle for us, you never stopped. You carry me. When I told you about the baby and saw the way your face lit up was it for me, I knew you were ready to take on being a father. And to be honest, I don't want to spend another minute without you as my husband."

"But Blair—" Before he could even respond, she started. Like he was talking to someone else, he said, "Here we go with the rambling."

"I don't care about a wedding, Chuck, really, I know you won't believe me, but—let's just do it. We can worry about the rest later—"

"But Blair,—" he was practically pleading at this point, trying to get a word in and grinning like a little kid, laughing incessantly—"God, I love you..."

"I just think it's time, you know? Besides, who really needs a Lhullier gown and The Plaza, what matters are us and our family and our future, and how we found each other again—"

"BLAIR!"

She snapped out of it with a jolt and a nervous, "What?"

Yes.

Really?"

"Of course, really. If you would've just waited a day I was going to propose in Italy, but this will suffice," he teased. "Besides, this will be an even better story for our kids, 'Mommy proposed to Daddy because she couldn't wait any longer.''"

"Well, you did say I was powerful."

And just like that, he pulled a Harry Winston box out of his pocket. He popped it open and at the simple sight of the ring she gasped. "Chuck—" The tears...

"Blair, I have carried this ring around the world. It has a history, has seen bad days, it was stolen from me, and somehow it made its way back, just like you. You belong with me." Tears were strolling down his face. "I can't wait to marry you."

He slipped the weighty 8-carat stunner on her left ring finger and she they were both half laughing half crying. He scooped her up into his arms and kissed her incessantly.

She squealed like a little girl in his arms as he placed kissed at the nape of her neck.

She was pulling his hair and relished in the passion between them. "Chuck ..."

"Blair, it's okay if it's too soon."

"No, no—just the opposite. I didn't get a chance to tell you before, but the doctor said everything was fine."

"You sure?"

She just grabbed his face and kissed him and Chuck made his way into the bedroom with Blair in tow.

She was pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt between kisses. "I can't... believe... I'm finally... going... to... be… Mrs. Bass..."

By the time he tossed her on the bed, his shirt was nearly off and his pants were unbuttoned. He untied her robe and pinned her down. "Blair Bass, finally this will all officially be mine," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

With a jet to Europe awaiting their arrival, they apparently were in no rush. He devoured her inch by inch. As he sent a trail of kisses down her neck his mouth made it to her swollen breasts and inhaled them one by one.

She had goose bumps now; her back was arched as he took her inside of him, tasting every last bit of her. It had been too long and she was worth the wait.

After she begged to feel him, he slowly entered her and carefully watched her face, making sure to sense if there was any flash of pain.

"Chuck, I'm fine, really, I promise," she said lazily.

That's all the reassurance he needed and the rest was a breathless, sweaty, heated night, classic Chuck and Blair.

Later, as they lay, she was draped over him, asleep as he twirled her hair. He watched the flicker of her engagement ring send dancing lights across the ceiling. He smiled to himself and thought, "finally."