AN: Hey guys! I'd like to address something real quick. I kept getting the same request for this story, and that was for Chuck and Blair to spend more time on Charlotte than Henry and to make Henry jealous. The thing is, while that's a common theme in new baby fic, I don't know how realistic it is. I have two little brother, and I never got jealous on them. I think Chuck and Blair are very conscientious parents, and they wouldn't let Henry feel like that for a second. So please, just trust my decision to not write that chapter. I love and really appreciate you all. Here's the new chapter!
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11 years ago, the scene that had unfolded would look drastically different. Mrs. Blair Bass would be a young Miss Blair Waldorf, and she would be on the arm of a Mr. Nathaniel Archibald. This young Mr. Archibald would stay quiet the entire night, and he would hardly look at Miss Blair at all. The golden woman, Mrs. Serena Humphrey, would be the Miss Serena Van der Woodsen, and would have been then just a golden girl. A golden "drunk off her ass" girl. Chuck Bass would and will always be the dark knight. The only difference in him is that the sparkle in his eye would have come from too much gin and not from his wife and children, as it does now.
Of course, there would be no children. Except for those children mentioned earlier, trying so incredibly hard to either be grown up or to stay young. Also no Humphrey. But what's a Humphrey, again?
Those children are gone now, replaced by mature and polished adults.
Oh, who are we kidding...
Chuck Bass was trying to subtly pinch his wife's bum, as she held her infant daughter on her hip, and their five year old son ran around his parents' feet. All this chaos was going on on the Bass side, while the Humphrey side of the conversation seemed calmer. A sleeping Daisy Humphrey was in her father's arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She had a dirty diaper, and it was all Dan could think about. Serena was the image of calm, in a signature gold cocktail dress, but she could hardly breathe, and she hadn't had nearly enough champagne to make her stilettos comfortable.
Lily Van der Woodsen noticed it all, of course, and soon ushered the children away, taking two baby girls in her arms, and a little Henry Bass at her feet.
The couples looked at each other knowingly. Dan went to get the diaper bag, the Basses headed for a coat closet somewhere, and Serena speed walked to the bar. This was going to be a long night.
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"Friends, family... employees." Nate winked from the podium on the stage of the Empire Hotel's ballroom. "I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Without your support, I simply would not have made it this far. Regardless of the outcome of tonight's election, please remember that this campaign was about you. For the people I love, for the city I love. Long live New York!" He took a sip from the flute in his hand. The crowd before him followed suit and started to clap.
"Just 3 hours to go." Nate muttered under his breath as he made his way off the stage. Election days are hard on everyone, but Nate, the person people were either voting for or against, just wanted the day to end. A day entirely devoted to him was not something he enjoyed. That was more Chuck and Blair's style.
Speak of the devil and he doth appear.
The two came stumbling out of a coat closet Nate was walking past. He stopped in his tracks and turned to smirk at them. "Really guys? Now?"
Blair straightened her headband avoided Nate's eye. Chuck just smiled and put his arm around his wife. "Henry has taken up permanent residence in our bed. Blair let him sleep there when I was in Japan, and now..."
"He's my baby! Plus I don't feel whole without a Bass man by my side..." Blair objected.
"Well one should be enough." He kissed her temple, and Blair's eyes fluttered shut.
"I'm going to go see your children now." Nate spoke, backing away. Only the Basses could give a simple kiss like that an NC18 rating. He was turning to the elevator, when he saw them charge back into the coat closet, slamming the door behind them.
The Basses. While it was a relationship he would never fully understand, it was a relationship he had always, maybe subconsciously, predicted. Like that one time...
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"I need to go touch up my makeup." Blair stood up from the table. Sundae Sunday brunch had always been a tradition for the NJBC. Only on days when there was no formal brunch or the days when Serena or Chuck or even Nate wasn't too hung over. All things considered, it didn't happen very often.
Chuck smirked, but his eyes seemed panicked. "Actually Waldorf, I was just about to tell the story about Kati and the fake Italian bartender. I know you'll wanna stay..."
Blair flashed a smile. "Nice try, Bass." She walked up stairs. Everyone at the table heard the door slam.
"What even?" Nate looked at his friend.
Chuck scowled and muttered a small "nothing," as he stood up to follow Blair.
Her bedroom door opened easily, but the lock on the ensuite had been turned. He put his ear up to the door. Silence. She must have already done the deed. He knocked gently.
"Who's there?!" He could hear tears in her accusative voice.
"Me..."
He heard her get up, and the lock clicked. He opened the door, and there she was. She had stripped down to a navy blue slip, no doubt to examine flaws on her person that didn't actually exist. Her eyes were red from the crying, but her makeup was impeccable, and each curl fell just right on her shoulders.
"God damn it, Waldorf..." He cupped the side of her face, and she lifted her hand to his.
"Don't you have a whore to fuck." Her voice was full of venom, but her face was pleading. Chuck said nothing, sitting down against the door frame, and grabbing her wrist, pulling her along with him. She laid her head on his lap, and he stroked her upper arm.
As Nate peered in, through the crack in Blair's door, he didn't feel like running in and punching his best friend for stroking the arm of his half naked girlfriend. It just looked so right.
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Nate smiled as he stepped out of the elevator into the penthouse of the Empire. Look how far we've come.
"Uncle Nate!" Henry ran from where the TV was. Nate could hear Finding Nemo playing. "I'm so glad you're here! Charlotte and Daisy missed you. Women are so needy. Aren't they, Uncle Nate?"
He ruffled Henry's hair. "They sure are, Hen. Where's Lilly?" He walked with Henry to the big red sofa and sat down.
"She said she needed a drink. When she got a drink, she said she was too old for this, and went to lay down. She's in the glass room."
If only Henry knew what had gone on between his parents in that glass room...
"And where are the ladies of the night?"
"There." Henry pointed to a pack n' play, but he was becoming more and more engrossed in the film. Henry never got tired of those whale noises.
Nate got up to retrieve his, by declaration of Blair and Serena only, nieces. Daisy was sleeping on her stomach, her butt raised in the air. Despite that she was born only one month after Charlotte, she was considerably bigger. She was, in simple terms, a chunky baby. The small amount of hair on her head was blonde and fine, but her big blue eyes and rosy cheeks made her a very pretty baby. She was all Serena, except for her chin. Daisy boasted a grade A butt chin, just like her father's.
Charlotte was sleeping on her back, feet resting on Daisy's back. Like mother, like daughter. She was, no doubt about it, a small baby. But her tininess made her dark brown eyes, framed by long black lashes, look even larger. Her lips, which she got from her father, were always red.
Nate decided it best not to disturb them. He walked back to the red sofa and sat with Henry. Only 3 more hours...
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"Nate! Dear holy God! Where have you been?!" His hurricane of a campaign manager stepped out of the elevator.
"Shhhh! Don't wake Henry." Nate patted the head of the sleeping boy at his side.
His manager rolled her eyes. "It's 10:30. The polls closed half an hour ago. Get down there! You need to be among the masses when the final ballots are counted."
"Fine." He got up and walked to the elevator, but no before laying a blanket on Henry. For some strange reason, he wasn't even nervous.
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"And there you have it, Manhattan. After a grueling year of campaigns, the new mayor of New York is the youngest ever. Good luck with the next four years, Mayor Archiblad.
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"The night was too long." Blair stood in the hallway of their home. They had just put their children to bed, and Blair could barely had enough energy left to walk to their room, yet she felt so tense.
Chuck walked to stand behind her, massaging her shoulders through her hunter green cocktail dress. "You need to calm down." He whispered in her ear, breath fanning out on the back of her neck.
"Our children's godfather is the mayor of New York. How could I be calm?" She closed her eyes, melting to his touch.
"How about I go run the water for a bath..." He kissed the nape of her neck, unzipping the back of her dress. "Yeah?"
"Mhmm."
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AN: What do you think? This chapter is kinda really all over the place. It's a messy patchwork, a prime example of what happens when I take a multiple days to write a chapter. Oh well... Okay, this is your absolutely last chance to request a chapter with the children at this age. If you want to read about a specific situation, TELL ME NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE. Eggs and bacon, hugs and kisses, peas and carrots. xoxo