AN: Guess what... TIME JUMP! I'm sorry, but writing about babies is not fun AT ALL! I much prefer writing about toddlers in fiction. They are able to have so much more personality. Giving babies personality in stories always seems forced to me. Don't get me wrong, in real life babies have tons of personality. It's just so hard to write it into a story and make it sound believable. So, we're jumping a couple (4ish) years. Here we go...

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January 2022

9 years into their marriage, the Basses were still going strong. Scratch that, they were better than ever. They had the best jobs, hosted the best parties, had the best sex, and their children... Well...

"Henry Charles Bass! You did what?!" Blair Waldorf-Bass had risen from her seat at the dinner table to properly yell at her 9 year old son. Chuck was smirking from his chair, and Charlotte was smiling, eyes wide. The 4 year old loved drama. Especially when it involved her brother getting in trouble.

"She said if I didn't do it, she would tell Ms. Wilson that I did. When I did do it, she told Ms. Wilson anyway! It's not my fault." Henry said defensively, salad fork in hand, ready to use on his seething mother.

"Son, it's your job to make the girl beg for it, not her's to blackmail you for it." Chuck spoke to his child.

"Chuck!" Blair was fuming.

"Sorry. What I mean is, never kiss girls. It's disgusting and will turn you into a lizard, and you know how much your mother hates lizards..." Chuck smiled.

"Chuck!" Blair yelled again. "Also not the correct response!"

Chuck turned to his wife, motioning for her to sit back down. She did and heaved a sigh. Chuck spoke. "He's a Bass, Blair. This type of thing is expected."

Blair rolled her eyes. "Well he's also a Waldorf, and I didn't go around kissing boys at age 9!" She turned to her son. "Let's compromise," she eyed her husband. "Just don't let us, the teacher, or anyone else catch you kissing girls until you're married."

Henry hung his head. Charlotte straightened up. "But I can kiss boys always, right daddy?"

Chuck's eyes widened and he clenched his jaw. "Absolutely not."

Blair smiled at his act of fatherly protectiveness. Charlotte's grin faltered a little at this, but she honestly didn't care about kissing boys. She just wanted to show her brother up. She was the most vindictive 4 year old to ever walk on the Upper East Side. With bouncing brunette curls, doe eyes framed by thick lashes, and the mouth that resembled her father's always set in a smile, you would not expect it. But where there was a scheming Charlotte Bass, there was an always sweet, albeit airheaded, Daisy Humphrey. The two toddlers balanced each other out quite well. Especially with Daisy now being a big sister. The Humphrey's welcomed had welcomed Jonah Alexander Humphrey into the world two years prior.

"Mommy, can we have dessert now?" Charlotte perked up.

"None for Henry. He's already had his sweets for today." Blair's tone was mocking, but her eyes were smiling. She looked at her daughter's plate. "And none for you either, Charlotte Bass. 'It looks like trees' is not a legitimate excuse to not eat your broccoli."

Charlotte's face fell. Chuck spoke. "You two go get your PJ's on." The children jumped from the table and ran upstairs. Blair leaned her elbows on the table and put her face in her hands.

"Parenting is such hard work." She spoke from her palms.

"Oh, but we're so good at it." Chuck smiled from across the table. "Over thirty years old, and not a gray hair on our heads."

"Don't say the t word. I'm only just barely you-know-what! Two years is not a long time."

"You'll always be 17 to me. Now come here. I'm guessing we have about 5 minutes before Charlotte comes back down, demanding to see The Little Mermaid. Again."

Blair smiled and got up from the table to walk towards him. "How she relates to Ariel, I have no idea. Our daughter has everything she could possibly want!" She sat across his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"5 minutes..." Chuck muttered before kissing his wife on the mouth. They had barely gotten past first base when they heard a voice at the foot of the stairs.

"Hypocrites." Henry cried, his arms crossed and feet planted. The beautiful boy in a purple silk pajama set was a little difficult to take seriously.

"You don't even know what that means." Chuck spoke, barely taking his mouth off his wife's neck.

"Okay, Chuck, we've been over this. Not in front of the kids until they're old enough to be disturbed by it." She put her hands on his shoulders to push his head off her neck. Chuck sighed and lifted his head. Blair hopped off from his lap and went to start clearing the table.

Henry walked over to his father. "Dibs on the TV. I'm so sick of Jodi Benson."

"You're too young to call dibs. It's my house. Go get Pirates of Penzance."

Henry scowled. "I'm also sick of Angela Lansbury."

Chuck raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's again?"

Henry rolled his eyes and started to walk away to get the DVD.

"Henry,"

Henry turned on his heel. "Yes, father?" He spoke condescendingly. Well, as condescendingly as any 9 year old can.

"I love you." Chuck told him.

Henry smiled. "I love you too, dad."

Chuck did have a peculiar obsession with Angela Lansbury, but that's not why he wanted to see Pirates of Penzance on his family's Wednesday movie night. The thing is, Charlotte would get up to sing "I am the very model of a modern major general" and dance around. It was the cutest thing. She would ultimately bring her brother into the routine. The children would then act out the rest show in front of the television, much to the delight of their parents.

Chuck and Blair would cuddle as their children would dance and sang. In that moment, if a stranger had been looking in on the scene, they would have proclaimed it as one of pure and simple happiness.

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AN: Are you mad at me for the time jump? I hope not... This is just a filler chapter because next chapter, something BIG happens. Any guesses as to what it is? Points to those who guess at all. As always, I enjoy but do not expect your reviews. Please feel free to write one, though! xoxo