"Macaroon, Mister Chuck?" the Brazilian bombshell clinging to him uttered in her breathy accent-heavy voice. Chuck pushed her away. "Get those away." He grumbled. The beauty pouted and crossed the room to dispose of the wretched cookies. "Mister Chuck" she began again from across the room. "We have sex now, yes?" she asked tentatively. Chuck looked away. Yelena, or something along those lines, had been holed up with him for the past week, the first week being spent alone drowning his sorrows. Since he had been doing nothing he hadn't been doing at home, he had decided to mingle with some natives. Yelena had stood out to him for her striking features, dark curls, and petite frame. While, they had spent the past week or so rarely leaving the room, he couldn't make himself go all the way with her. Sure, they had done stuff, but every time the time came to finally make it happen, he just couldn't do it. On more than one occasion had he spilled his heart to her in a drunken slur while she listened attentively, though it was hard to tell how much she understood, for her English wasn't exactly top-notch. It dawned on him at that moment that it was most likely unfair to keep her here when he had no intention of satisfying her desires. "No, not now. Not ever really."

"I don't understand." She said, worry crossing her face. "I no…attractive to you?"

"No, no. You are very attractive. Any man in his right mind would consider himself lucky to be with a girl such as yourself." He said reassuringly.

"Then...why no you…consider yourself…lucky?"

He sighed, the faintest of smiles crossing his face. "I suppose I'm not in my right mind. I am sorry Yelena."

She nodded. "I understand." She headed for the door, but stopped on her way out. "I think you go back to Blair girl. Se não temos paz, é porque nos esquecemos que pertencemos um ao outro." She turned to leave.

"Wait" Chuck said. She stopped. "What does that mean?"

She looked at him, a sad expression on her face. "You'll see" she replied and left.

He was alone again. Serves him right, he thought to himself. Can't even keep an average hooker entertained anymore. She was probably right though, he really should go back to Blair, but there was no way she would accept him. Even if she had remembered, he already would have hurt her in running away, yet again, like the coward he is. Blair's due date loomed forever in his mind, 6 weeks away. These last few weeks will be difficult for her, she really does need someone to help her…but then again, Serena and Nate were probably with her constantly (not that that was any real reassurance). Unfortunately, no one could understand her like he could. Not even Serena, for she could never achieve the depth of thought it would take to fully comprehend someone as complicated as Blair. He groaned. What was he doing? He was Chuck Bass after all. His old self would never have been hung up on anyone like this. But you could never be your old self again a small voice in his head whispered not since the night you lost your heart. He chose to ignore the voice and called the front desk to ask if Yelena had left yet.

XOXO

"I wish I could find a man like Gregory Peck" Blair noted. Serena turned to face her. They lay across Serena's bed, watching Roman Holiday. "Care to elaborate?" Serena asked curiously.

"I know most women say they want a man like Cary Grant, but Gregory Peck is just so sweet and sensitive. He would always treat you right, and wouldn't let you down. Just like he didn't sell his scandalous story on Princess Ann, even though it would have made him enough money to go back to America. He knew keeping her love and trust was more important, even though they were to never meet again. That's the kind of man I want."

"Okay first of all, that's a movie, and you need to learn the difference" Serena stated. "Secondly, I think you should call Chuck."

"What, are you insane? I would tie myself to Sarah Palin and Bombshell McGee, in a Toyota, light the gas tank on fire, and put Georgina behind the wheel before I attempted to contact that Motherchucking Basshole."

"B" Serena turned to face her. "You don't even know the rest of the story."

"I don't care Serena. Chuck ran out of chances. I gave him plenty of opportunities, and if by some unfathomable event I did take him back it was a mistake. Besides-" she added. "I wouldn't even know where to begin in tracking him down." Blair's perfect mask slipped for a split second, revealing her true feelings. Serena noticed. "You still love him B" she said softly.

"Doesn't matter if I do" Blair said stiffly. "He broke my heart, both back then and now. I don't see how much he could care about me if he's off in God knows where, doing God knows what, with God knows who. Yes, I do care for him, unfortunately. I don't see how that will ever go away. He's apart of me, and the father of my baby" she said lightly touching her now extremely-large belly.

Serena shook her head. "I'm not going to argue with you, but maybe you should think about what is going to happen after that baby is born. He bought you a penthouse B; he was serious about being a family. He wasn't planning on running away, and the only reason he did was because you pushed him away. You're just scared. You know what he was like in the past and that scared you to death, so you jumped at the first opportunity to shut the whole thing down. Geez, he probably would have married you if he had thought you'd have wanted that."

Blair's head shot up. "What was that?"

Serena's mouth dropped open. "You seriously did not listen to a word I said? Honestly B…"

But Blair mind was somewhere else. Something was fighting to come forward, and she had to concentrate really hard, but eventually Serena's sunny face and the décor of "Butter" lay in front of her. "Oh my gosh, you really think he's going to ask you?" Serena gushed. "Well, unless Chuck had someone else's bill for a $40, 000 Tiffany's bill lying around his desk, then yes." Blair stated.

"Oh B, I'm so excited for you!" Serena squealed. "Are you going to say yes?"

Blair felt a smirk cross her lips. "Well…"

And the memory ended. Serena was staring at her. "Uh Blair? Are you okay?"

Blair hesitated. "Yea. Let's just watch the movie."

XOXO

A couple weeks later, Blair found herself with a need for fresh air and Red Velvet Cupcakes. Pregnancy cravings could be so weird sometimes, but when you have them, you've got to satisfy them, which is how she found herself on Bleeker St, half a block from Magnolia's. She could hardly remember the last time she had been there, which was why she felt alarmed at the unsettling feeling she had. Then all of a sudden, it was like a bomb had gone off inside her head. She staggered to the nearest wall for support and held her hands to her head. When the pain was over, it occurred to her that there was a medium sized puddle around her feet, and her whole bottom half was soaked, but that wasn't her main focus at this moment in time. "Oh my God…"

Hi everyone! So the story will soon be coming to a close, 1 or 2 chapters. Next update probably won't be until end of June-July, for exams will be happening and there's no way I'll feel like doing it before then. In case you're wondering, the Portuguese bit translates to "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten we belong to each other", which I thought seemed appropriate. I feel like a write too many bits where Chuck has arguments within himself, but he does have a lot of inner conflict that he tries to work through. It's been rough, but I think it's gonna get better…

And as always reviews motivate me, so maybe the ending could get written a little faster …;)

Oh and I thought I should note that Season 3 didn't happen in my story, for it hadn't happened when I wrote most of this story. To the end of Season 2 happened, then the two went through a year of bliss, none of the crap Chuck pulled in the show.