1 Month Later
"I'll have the Duck Breast please" Blair told the waiting waiter.
"And I'll have the Rack of Lamb" Serena said as the waiter poured her more wine. Blair sighed at it, wishing she too could have wine. Serena felt a pang of guilt. Maybe Butter hadn't been the best choice.
Or maybe she just shouldn't drink in front of her pregnant friend.
Once he was gone Serena dove into her reason for taking Blair out this evening. "So Blair, how are things going with Chuck?"
Blair smiled. "Is that the only reason you took me out tonight S?"
"Well…" Serena started. "Yes and no. My main motivation was to find out how you and Chuck are doing, but truth is, I wouldn't need to do this if you, oh I don't know, returned some of my calls? I've hardly seen you since you two started dating again."
Blair cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked. "Jealous Serena?"
"No, no. Believe me I am so happy you guys are together, but it would be nice to have some girl time once in a while. I miss you B."
"Aww S. I miss you too sometimes, but I really am so happy with Chuck."
"So it's going well I assume."
"Yea." Blair was silent a moment then broke out into a smile. "Who'd have thought Chuck Bass would turn out to be my knight in shining armor?"
"You guys haven't…" Serena raised her eyebrows.
"Oh no. No. We're taking it slow. Besides, Chuck worries about it somehow harming the baby."
"And how is the baby?"
"The baby is good. Doctor said it's nice and healthy."
"And" Serena paused. "Have you decided what to do with it yet?"
Blair's smile faded. "No" she said quietly. "I think I want to keep it, and I'm pretty sure Chuck does too, though he keeps telling me it's my decision. I just…" she stopped.
"What is it?" Serena asked moving her chair next to Blair.
"I am so scarred of being a mother. Petrified. I mean, not only am I terrible with kids, but I'm worried about being a typical Upper East Side mom. And don't tell me that won't happen." as Serena opened her mouth to speak. "Our moms probably had this same conversation, and look how they turned out! And then of course there's Chuck. Not that I doubt his ABILITY to be a good father. I know he could be, but as much as he has changed, it still worries me a bit how he would be. And he has his company. He is finally gaining respect in the world of business, the last thing he needs is a kid." There were tears in her eyes now. "I guess I should just give it up for adoption."
"What is this talk?!" Serena said standing up.
"Serena sit down, you'll embarrass yourself" Blair snapped.
"No. You're going to give your child up because you're AFRAID?"
"Maybe" Blair said quietly. "But it's not just that. I also doubt mine and Chuck's ability to raise a kid. Lord knows that would be interesting to see."
"So what? You doubt your ability." Serena sat down again. "So does every new mom. And as for being afraid, you're Blair Waldorf for crying out loud! You've never let fear stop you in the past. Why start now?"
"But…"
"No buts! If you really want to keep this baby, which I know you do, keep it. You'll only regret it if you don't."
Blair looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know S, I think you might be right."
"I do my best" Serena smiled.
"I'll talk to Chuck tomorrow"
XOXO
Chuck lay tossing and turning in his bed, sweat pouring down his face. As hard as he tried, he couldn't find his way out of the dream that tortured him the past few nights. There he was with Blair in the hospital, she was in labor. Finally it comes to an end and the baby is born, the next thing he knows, he is being shoved out the door, and the last thing he sees before he wakes up is himself, banging on the door, calling out to her. And it always ended there. Only tonight was different. Tonight, the dream continued on.
"Push! PUSH"! The doctors called to her. "No I can't! I can't do it anymore!" she cried out.
"Blair sweetie" he said, softly. "You have to. Don't you want your baby to be alright?" She nodded quickly. "Okay, just one more. One more big push and it will be over. Can you do that for me, and the baby?"
She sucked in a deep breath, and screamed as she gave her final push. "It's a boy!" he heard to doctor call out. He bent down to kiss her, but felt himself being yanked away, and thrown out of the room. He pounded on the door. No one would let him in. "Blair!" he called out. "BLAIR!" he yelled. The door opened then. And out stepped his father. "Where is she?" Chuck asked him. The doctors were gone. Bart gestured to the bed where she lay eyes closed. "Blair?" he asked as he knelt by her side. Her head slowly turned towards him. Her lids rose to reveal severely bloodshot eyes. He gasped. She then started to disappear. "No!" he yelled. He went to grab her face, but she was gone. He turned to his father. "Where did she go?" he demanded. "She's gone" he said as he stared at the bed. Chuck turned to look, and saw his mother in place of Blair. "And you killed her."
Chuck watched as the same nurse cried out "It's a boy!" He saw his mother slowly slip out of consciousness, and then disappear. He turned again to his father. "It's not my fault!" he pleaded. "It was never my fault!" His father stared at him expressionless. "You finally get what you deserve" he said, and dropped a baby into Chuck's arms. "Dad!" he cried, but he was already gone. He looked down at his son, and dropped it in shock. Two glowing red eyes starred up at him. Two 5 inch fangs hung out of its mouth and past its chin. It gave an all too familiar smirk, and said "Daddy" Chuck screamed.
Chuck woke screaming. He glanced at the clock. 3:47 a.m. it read. "That's it" He said out loud. "I need to talk to Blair".
It took Chuck a bit longer than usual to get ready that morning, for he was still shaken up from his nightmare, but he still managed to get to Blair's on time to pick her up for breakfast. She hopped into the limo in an obviously good mood. "So Bass, where you taking me for breakfast?" she asked.
"Uh, Arabelle" he said.
Blair frowned. "You okay?" she asked.
"Yea, fine. Just didn't get much sleep last night."
"Work stuff?" she asked.
"Yea, sure"
They rode in silence to the restaurant. When they arrived, they were seated and ordered right away. Chuck was the one who spoke first. "Blair, about the baby…"
"Yea, I need to talk to you about that" she said.
"Okay, you first" he said.
"Chuck, I've been thinking about it, and I've decided. I want to keep this baby. I want to raise it as my own child."
Chuck chocked on his pineapple juice. "You what?"
"I mean, I know we're young and all, but…"
"No Blair, that can't happen. I don't want you to have this baby."
Blair looked confused. "Do you mean, give it up for adoption?"
"No. I mean I don't want you to have it at all."
Blair looked taken a back. "You can't be serious."
"I am dead serious."
She stared at him a moment, expecting him to say "kidding" or something. But no such thing happened. Her surprised look shifted to one of rage. "Do you know what? Fuck you Chuck Bass" she stood up to leave. Chuck was a little shocked, Blair never swore. "Blair please…" he grabbed her arm.
"No!" She yanked arm out of his grasp. "I can't believe I let everyone convince me I was in love with you. Or you with me for that matter."
"Blair let me explain!"
"Explain what? I should have known this was a bad idea from the start. What am I doing going out with Chuck Bass!?"
"Blair" he gently put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Can we talk somewhere in private please?"
Yay new chapter! Jeez, you think with this being the summer I'd have updated more frequently. Unfortunately that didn't happen. But, I finally got motivated to do it, and if you guys want more, I will do my best to update by next week.