The Last Truck Stop

Story Summary: He'd always be her Chu-Chu Chuck. Bittersweet ChuckBlair.

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T/PG-13

Author's Starting Notes: I love you guys, really I do. For two chapters, I have twenty-two reviews! I looked at that and felt like fainting. Kind of like how Blair feels in this chapter. I know this one is short (as are the others) but there's something in this chapter I want you to pick up and it's not the Juno reference I threw in. Okay, now, go ahead and read it, you know you want to.

Time Stamp: Posted July 17th, 2008

Three:

Tears fill her vision as she realizes just who has been knocking at her door. Brown meets brown and the tears start pouring out. His strong arms scoop up her falling form instantly. She's amazed with how right his hold feels even now. Two years, two long years, and she's feeling him for the first time. His lips, the ones that feel so foreign to her touch now, graze the skin on her forehead. She pulls back and looks him over. He looks as if he hasn't slept in months even though it's only been about two days since their phone call. His eyes roam the room frantically and she knows what he's doing.

"Serena isn't here. Don't worry, she won't kill you… yet,"

He sighs dropping his bag to the ground. He tries to step forward into the home. Blair will have nothing of it. She blocks the doorway.

"Come on, Blair, let me in," he says

"I did that before, Chuck, way too many times. Each time, I ended up hurt. Don't do this to me, not again," she says. He looks ready to say something in response but he stops himself. Good choice.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks. Okay, maybe he should have said whatever he was going to before. Her eyes ignite with a dangerous passion and he unconsciously takes a step back.

"Better question, Chuck, why didn't you know?" she asks

"Because you never told me," he says as if it's obvious

"No," she shakes her head the way you would when explaining something to a child, "Because your stubborn ass never came home. You could have. You could have hopped on a plane and flown by. Just to say, 'hello, Blair, remember me?' I wouldn't have thrown you out. In fact, I probably would have thrown you a welcome home party,"

"Well, let's discuss party plans then," he says

"No! I'm not throwing you a party. You didn't come home because you wanted to. You came home because you felt you should. You felt you needed to be there, be here. I don't need you anymore. And you've already proven how much you need me," she says

"Blair… what will it take for you to let me in the house?" he asks

"You have to promise that you will leave. You have to promise me that no matter what you see, you will go back to California and finish what you love so much more than me,"

He winces as she says that. He doesn't love anything more than her. When he voices it, however, she just scoffs.

"Of course, I'm your everything, right? You've used the line before. Remember? After Amelia, you told me that it was a fluke, a mistake in your judgment, a chance to grab hold of what you weren't ready to let go. You said I was your everything, and you loved nothing more than me. I guess California is nothing then,"

"Why are you acting like this, Blair?"

"I guess it's just the hormones, Chuck. Giving you a taste of what you missed a year ago,"

"Blair, I really need you to understand where I'm coming from,"

"And I need you to promise me and get the hell out of my life. I'm sick of waiting for things that won't come. I spent most of my life waiting for Nate to be my prince charming. Then, I was waiting for you to accept change and be with me. Then came waiting one more freaking time for you to come back home. Now, I just want to be done waiting for you to leave,"

"Are you bitter about me leaving? Is that what this is?"

"No, Chuck, it's about me having to wait a year, three months, and eleven days to tell you that you're a father,"

"…"

"Speechless? Yeah, I thought you would be. You could have come home, Chuck. You didn't though,"

"How long? How long after I left did you know?"

"Two months. I called you that day. You didn't answer, ha, obviously,"

"Who did you tell first? Serena, right?"

"Who else, Chuck?" she asks sarcastically.

"S, I'm pregnant," Blair said almost as soon as the blonde had answered the phone.

"What?" Serena asked

"I'm pregnant. Gosh, don't act like this was a surprise,"

"Uh, B, are you sure? Maybe it's a food baby!"

"To have a food baby, you'd actually have to eat food, Serena,"

"True…. So, it is Chuck's, right?"

"Of course!" Blair yelled outraged

"Sorry, last time I assumed and was wrong. It was just a precaution. So… are you going to tell him?"

"No,"

"And why not?"

"Because it's not exactly something you say over AIM, S. I'll just wait until he comes home to tell him,"

"Why not call him?"

"He won't answer,"

"That's strange. He answered for Nate yesterday,"

"What did he say?"

"Nothing really, just talked about California and asked about you,"

"If he's asking, why doesn't he just come and see?"

"He's Chuck Bass. He always does things differently,"

"You got that right…. Serena, I don't know what to do,"

"Well, I do. Hop on a plane, fly out there, bring his ass home, and raise your son together,"

"Son? How do you know it won't be a girl?"

"Because, Blair, you'd probably have a heart attack if they told you it was a girl. You've wanted a son since the second grade when you grew out of the 'Ooh, dress up' stage,"

"Actually, I stopped wanting children in eighth grade for a while. Didn't exactly like the idea of getting fat and pushing crap out of my body,"

"Too bad! You are having a Bass baby,"

"What if… what if Chuck doesn't come back?"

"Then you'll have me, Nate and Baby to keep you company,"

"Oh, joy,"

"Does Nate know?" Chuck asks

"Of course! He was there when I delivered," Blair says

"Why didn't he tell me?" Chuck asks downcast

"It wasn't his place to tell you that you had a kid,"

"…. What'd you have? A boy or a girl?"

"See for yourself,"

Blair steps aside. Chuck walks into the penthouse and is about to ask where to go when a loud sound echoes throughout. Blair sighs and rushes off into the room that used to be a study. A crib is situated in the corner and within said crib is the most beautiful girl, Chuck has ever seen; well, second.

He watches in awe as Blair scoops her daughter - their daughter - into her arms. Blair moves fluidly in a circle rocking the little cutie gently as she does so. He notes silently that she seems to be a pro at silencing the young one. Even though he knows he fits into the picture, he's not exactly sure how. Chuck almost feels as if he's intruding on a moment. He feels angry suddenly. No one should feel out of place around their own child. He should have come back. He should have just ignored Nate and came back anyway. The only question was: why didn't he?

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