Their fears didn't go away over night. I mean just because you can admit to them, doesn't mean you know how to solve them right? So Blair puts up with Chuck's over the top need for everything to be exactly the same. It sucks, a lot, that it's Darota who helps her in the bathroom each morning she is sick because Chuck is always gone to work before she wakes up. No the nights out are not her favourite, but Chuck is always so attentive during them that she loves to see how far she can push his boundaries of attentiveness. The fact that she was able to give him head in the Mayor's coat closet? Well Blair considers that to be major victory. There is one thing that has changed and that's the sex. Rather, it's the lack of it. Blair was perfectly willing to live up to her end of the contract and provide sex each night. When they're out he has his hands all over her. When they dance at functions he presses up so close to her, it's not left any doubt that he wants her. His hand is always practically on her ass and his dick his always at a semi when she's this close. So Blair knows it's not a problem of function. It's purely an intention thing. So she tries things, like the blow job in the coat closet, or stuffing her panties in his pocket at the restraint that night, but other than tucking himself away and sniffing at her panties before re-pocketing them, nothing.

Blair was honestly beginning to think that it's because she's getting fatter. I mean her stomach had hardened and her waist..Blair pauses in that thought as she looks at herself in the mirror...it's definitely getting thicker. She knows that this is what is supposed to happen, it was natural and healthy. The doctors keep telling her this, Darota keeps telling her this as does Serena. Hell, even her mother tells her this and she has always been her biggest size critic. None of that helped though. Chuck didn't find her attractive anymore. She was ugly and fat and so damn hormonal she couldn't tell what was up and what was down. Tears run down her face and she tries desperately to hold her stomach in.

Serena walks in on Blair doing this and throws her purse on the bed and puts her arms around Blair from behind. "Look at you! You're so gorgeous. I can't wait until we get to start shopping for maternity wear. Speaking of that, why not now? Come on B you know they have wonderful stuff out there now." "I hate shopping. Nothing in my size fits anymore. I've had to go up 2 dress sizes already and I'm barely pregnant! It's not natural! All the books I read have said that I shouldn't be this big already." Serena just smiles and says "your healthy, the baby is healthy. Isn't that all that matters?" "No. Yes...Ughhhh!" "Still no satisfaction huh?" Serena says looking vaguely amused. "Who knew Chuck Bass could hold out for so long." Blair practically growls. "Unless you think he isn't." Blair's eyes narrow in suspicion "Do you think he's cheating on me?" "B, of course not! Chuck loves you. This whole baby thing just has his blocked or something." Blair looks at Serena's face, but it is completely without guile and is so sincere that Blair has to admit that it is unlikely Bass would be sleeping around when he had a willing Blair at home.

Blair knows that Chuck still loves her. Each night he wraps his arms around her and presses kisses at the nape of her neck. His eyes constantly say the words every time he looks at her. Those nights at home where they have couple time are wonderful and frustrating. They have romantic dinners, movie nights with cuddles on the couch, they even have had a few nights of dancing in candlelight. Those nights never end in sex though. Well, not mutual sex. On occasion the evening has ended with Blair getting a happy ending, but it's just not the same when penis is not involved.

Blair's not certain why she's so obsessed with sex, okay that's a lie, she does know. If they are having sex, it would mean everything was okay or on its way to being okay. Not having sex means that something is still wrong. She knows she is dealing wither fears. She and Chuck sat down together and wrote a list of all the ways to see the pregnancy to a healthy ending. She now takes the Limo everywhere. No taxis for her anymore. They have hired a chef who cooks lovely and appetizing and healthy meals. Blair eats every one of them. Blair has started to see her Bulimia counselor again to try and help her cope with her body issues. Not to self, Blair needs to push that to having 2 appointments a week. Blair has cut back her hours of work and naps each afternoon before Chuck comes home from work. Chuck has bought a new neonatal wing for the best hospital on the UES and as a result, they are getting the best medical care in the world. Literally, Chuck's donation came with a caveat as to the need to hire Doctor Schwartz, the world's leading expert with respect to pregnancies.

So while Blair still panics from time to time, she has a famous doctor on call that drops everything to answer her questions no matter how ridiculous. What more could a girl want. "Fine," She sighs, leaning back into Serena's shoulder. "Let's shop. I just hope this monster doesn't get much bigger before I get a chance to wear what we buy." "Blair you can't keep calling the baby a monster or an it. I mean you and Chuck are so adamant about keeping the pregnancy to yourself you better come up with a code word or a better nick name for junior." Blair wrinkles her nose in disgust "Junior?! Really!? Your right though, a code name is just what I need to keep this quiet. You know why though Serena, so don't roll your eyes at me. I want to be in my third trimester before anyone finds out. "She hits Serena when the girl looks at Blair's stomach and starts laughing. "No clothes shopping then. Maybe Chuck will fly us to Paris to go shopping for maternity wear. I'll have to think about it."