4 Months Later
"Alright Miss. Waldorf, are you ready for your ultrasound?"
Blair glanced up at Chuck, who gave her a re-assuring smile and grabbed her hand.
She took a deep breath and said "Why of course Dr. Green".
Dr. Green smiled at her at got to smearing the icy gel on her now quite noticeable bump.
Blair shivered involuntarily. chuckled. "Yes, they all note how cold it is".
The doctor stood up and began examining the screen. He mumbled a few things and scribbled on his notepad. "Well, everything seems to look good. Would you like to know the sex?"
"No!" the pair shouted in unison.
turned off the machine and left to do mandatory business. The room was silent for a moment. Blair finally broke the silence by saying "You know, I was worried you did want to know the sex. And of course I would have felt inclined to let you find out".
"Oh Blair" Chuck sighed and shook his head. "You must know by now that this entire process is going to be led by your decisions. Even if I did want to know the sex, it wouldn't have mattered."
There was another silence. It was Chuck who broke it this time. "So, are we stopping by your mother's today?"
Blair's head quickly turned towards him, panic smeared across her perfected features.
Chuck sighed. "Blair, you can't avoid her forever. She is your mom. You have to tell her sometime".
"Oh Chuck. I just can't imagine how she'll react to this. Growing up, when I would go to talk to her about something, one of her favorite things to say was 'Just as long as you're not pregnant'. It is the worst possible way I could disgrace her. She'll never speak to me again".
"Hey" Chuck soothed, once again taking her hand in his, though she tended to tense when he did this. "You don't know that. And I know you don't realize, but she has changed a lot since marrying Cyrus. She became less critical of you, and had a generally better outlook about everything. I can't say that she will be pleased, but I also wouldn't say that there is cause for this much worry. After all, would you prefer her to find out through someone else? Everyone will know within the next couple months, what with your belly growth and everything..."
He then realized he had said the wrong thing. More than anything else of the actual pregnancy, Blair was concerned about the weight she would gain. He had first heard from Serena about the night she had spent obsessing about the slight bulge in her middle, and as Blair became more and more comfortable with him, she confided to him her fear of how people would take to her being "fat". If such a word were even valid for pregnancy! As if anyone in their right mind could ever look at someone with such goddess-like perfection and ever have the words "fat" or "ugly" enter their minds. He had assured her the extra weight only added to her already exquisite beauty, and people (though, perhaps not Upper East Side people, though he decided against mentioning that) almost never thought, when in the presence of a woman expecting "Ugh, what a fat cow", they usually thought something more along the lines of, "Oh how wonderful! She must be expecting!" and optionally proceed to congragulate the proud mother-to-be. And though his words appeared to have comforted her, he was still nervous of her slipping back into her old habits.
Before he could say something to save the situation, Dr. Green walked back in. "We are happy with what we see Blair. Just keep doing what you're doing and we'd like to see you in 6 weeks unless any problems occur. And your new due date is July 9th.
"Thank you doctor" Blair said as Chuck helped her into her coat.
The cool February air was a relief after being shut up in the hospital. Chuck opened the door for Blair to get into the limo, but she stood with a dazed expression on her face. "Uh Blair? You getting in?" Chuck asked.
"July 9th" she said and looked at him. "That's only 5 months from now"
"Well, yea. That's generally how the calendar works" Chuck said with a smirk.
"Wow" Blair shook her head. "It used to seem like some far off distant thing in my future. It's real now."
"Yea" Chuck agreed. And then it hit him. 5 months. In 5 months, he would be a father, assuming of course, Blair didn't put the baby up for adoption. And he would only be 20 years old at that time. They both would be. He hadn't really thought too much about what being a father would include, only keeping Blair happy and the baby healthy, but it had suddenly hit him what a big job it would be. And frankly, he wasn't sure if he could do it, never mind be good at it. Like Blair, his parental figure hadn't exactly been the best role model in that department. Could he too, end up like his own father?
He then noticed Blair smirking at him "What?" he asked her.
"I've got you all freaked out now don't I" she said, smirk still in place. When he didn't respond, she laughed triumphantly and said "Come on, let's face the wrath of Eleanor".
XOXO
To say Chuck was nervous would be an understatement. He had always found Eleanor terrifying; of course he wouldn't tell Blair that at a time like this. As the elevator reached its destination, the doors opened and Dorota rushed to meet them. "Oh Miss. Blair! Mister Chuck! You two back together?"
"Oh no, no" Blair said hurriedly. "Dorota, is my mother and Cyrus in?"
"Why yes. They are just in there" Dorota said gesturing to the living room.
"Thank you" Blair said and turned to Chuck. "Ready?"
"The most I'm going to be" he replied.
They found Cyrus reading the newspaper and Eleanor reading the latest issue of Vogue. When their presence was known, Cyrus stood up saying "Blair! Chuck! It's been so long!" and proceeded to embrace the two. "Ah Blair, nice of you to drop in" Eleanor smiled. She glanced at Chuck. "Chuck" she said by way of greeting. "Eleanor" he replied smiling at her. She quickly looked away. She had never approved of him. "Come sit, sit! What's the occasion?" Cyrus was always happy to see them. He really wasn't bad, contrary to Blair's belief.
"Well…" Blair started. "There is actually something we need to tell you."
"Oh really?" Eleanor asked suspiciously.
"Yes mother" Blair said nervously.
"Well get on with it!" Cyrus urged.
"Well, I'm not quite sure how to tell you, so I guess I'll just come right out and say it." Blair took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant".
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room. Blair and Chuck waited, awkwardly fidgeting with their clothes.
Then, Eleanor and Cyrus both stood up at the same time and in unison said "That's great!" "You're what!?!"
Of course Eleanor's roar was the one more clearly heard above Cyrus' congragulatory cheer. "Eleanor…" he said warningly, but she paid him no attention. "When did this happen?"
Blair sighed. She had expected this. "I am 14 weeks right now, so I guess you can do the math. I'm due July 9th."
"What!" Eleanor exclaimed. "You've gone this long without telling me?!"
Chuck's heart clenched as he watched Blair's evident struggle to stay strong.
"Yes mother" she said slowly.
"Oh what a disgrace! I can not believe you have done this to me! Of all the ways you have disgraced and disgusted me in the past, this is by far the worst. You know, I thought you had just gotten fat when you walked in here today. Now I know. You little whore" she spat.
Blair shrank down. That last phrase was the last straw for Chuck, and he stood up. "Don't you dare call her that" he said darkly and menacingly.
Eleanor was unfazed. "She's my daughter. I have a right to say what I'd like to her, and you have no business interfering."
"You have no idea do you? You know, you have been so caught up in your own world, you have failed to see what kind of person Blair really is. To you, she's this thing you can put on display for other's to see, like one of your designs. And all you see are the flaws. She is not a dress you can put in your store window for people to admire. She is a person! A person with feelings who at one point needed a mother, which you failed dramatically at providing for her. But a mother she needs no more. Come on Blair, we're done here."
Everyone had a shocked expression on their face. Blair dumbly followed Chuck out the door. Neither said anything until they were in the limo. "Chuck" Blair breathed. "I can't believe you just did that. No one has ever stood up to Eleanor like that before".
Chuck shrugged. "I just can't handle her talking to you like that anymore. She was usually not bad, but with any of her remarks she would frequently throw at you, it became harder and harder to bite my tongue."
They rode in silence for a little while. "You really do love me, don't you?" Blair said looking at him.
Chuck was surprised by this. That word hadn't been used since the day after Victrola, when she had fled from him. They hardly ever even hinted at the fact they had supposedly (for Blair anyway) had a relationship. Which is why it took Chuck a moment to answer her. "Yes. I very much do".
Blair stared at him with an unreadable expression on her face. She then slowly leaned towards him, and met her lips with his. Chuck, surprised, didn't return the kiss right away, causing her to move away. "Sorry" she murmured.
Now thinking clearly, Chuck gently turned her head back towards his, and kissed her. 6 months since the accident. 6 months since he could call her his.
Wow it really has been a long time since I updated! What has it been, two months now? I honestly didn't mean for it to go so long, but then I had finals, and you know how it is. But summer is here so I should be able to update more frequently. Reviews are what keep me going though, so if you want the story to continue, press the little rectangle button down there.