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One step was done. Chuck had proposed and she said yes. Blair had revealed him that she was expecting. Nothing seemed to go better for them besides one little detail.
"Now we have to do it. Unfortunately." She complained almost three weeks after Saint Valentine. She was lying in their bed, her head on his chest. It was Sunday, and the day outside looked marvelous. She was happy because she got to spend her day with him.
Chuck was relieved when he didn't have to work. Hell, he loved his job. He was happy directing the Hotels he owned in New York, and the Bass Industries, but he also loved Blair. It was rare in the latest months that he got to stay with her and cuddle or do other couple stuff.
Work occupied most of his time, but he promised her once her belly would grow and they would start planning their wedding, he would try to work less. He decided he would only work at the office he had in their house.
He would try to spend the majority of his time with her.
Chuck sighed loudly and she felt his chest hovering under her head. "Why are you so worried? We'll handle it. We know how to."
She opened her mouth like she wanted to answer him, but somehow she just panted hard. She knew he had felt her doing so, she just put her hand casually over his bare stomach to hold him in a half embrace.
"Blair." He said.
"Mmmh."
He adjusted himself on the nightstand and her head fell from his chest almost towards his crotch. She turned her head right and then annoyed steadied herself next to him.
He was looking casually at his hands. His expression was neutral. Once she sat down the same way he was, he turned. "What else is there?" he asked.
Blair bit her lip. "I was thinking about... Well, how Eleanor would react."
"How do you think she will? She will be happy" he said. "You and I, we've been together for long. I never saw her against our relationship."
"I'm not saying about me marrying you! I'm talking about the baby."
Silence fell. Chuck was still holding her gaze but she dropped her head to stare at her diamond ring on her left hand.
Chuck didn't say anything hoping she would continue. And she did. "I'm just twenty-two. Sure we are living together and I'm happy about it, but... Aren't we rushing things?" She tangled her fingers together on her lap as he watched her intently.
"Are you regretting us?" He simply asked.
"No!" She quickly answered. She didn't want him to think she regretted being with him. She did want to marry Chuck, she wanted their baby.
"Then what."
Blair finally turned to face him. He looked concerned. Something told her he was afraid she could say something that would hurt him. "What if she disapproves." She said with a low voice. She hated saying it out loud, but she had to. There hadn't to be secrets between the two of them. She had to let him know about that fear she had. "What if she's not proud?"
"What if she is?" He argued. He moved away from the nightstand to sit a bit away from his pillow. "It's not that your Mother hates you, Blair. She loves you. She would be happy."
Blair blinked and bit her lip. "I'm... Nobody. A baby on the way is the reason that would stop me from pursuing that internship I wanted to try at that magazine. I don't wanna be nobody. I don't wanna be Blair Waldorf married with Chuck Bass with a baby! Secretly I know that my mom thinks I am a failure. This is not what I've planned!" She let it out.
She soon regretted the words once she realized what she had said. But it was too late.
Chuck frowned. He looked disappointed. She saw his knuckles go white as he tightened his grip on the silk sheets. "There you are" he said roughly.
"Chuck, I..." she started, but he was faster than her.
"If you really believe that then why did you agree on marrying me? You could have said no. I'm not forcing you into anything. Above all, I haven't forced you into keeping this baby."
She gasped. "The fact is... It's too early. I thought I was happy and all, and I am. I love you," she held his gaze. "But my mom wouldn't be proud of me." She sighed.
Chuck shook his head. "This is about me, and you. Not your Mother, not your step-Father. Not Lily. Whatever you're going to be Eleanor loves you. She is already proud of who you are."
Blair brought her hand on her face. "What if she isn't! I am afraid, Chuck."
"You're not alone with this. I am here for you. It's you and me." He took her hand and squeezed it. "You have an amazing career ahead of you. Not because you're going to be my wife," he laughed softly "but because you are talented. Don't ever say you're nobody. You're Blair Waldorf. You can scare school girls who wear tights as pants. People respect you, and so do I." He said tenderly, he looked so proud of her.
She smiled then. Her grin was sincere, although she wasn't calm just yet. She was still scared. She didn't want her Mother to label her as a loser just because she didn't have a job at the age of twenty-two. She wanted to fully believe Chuck so she started telling herself that.
She was Blair Waldorf.
She leaned closer to him and casually fell against his bare chest. His scruff looked so comfortable that she lied there for good five minutes. It didn't help the fact that he was holding her onto him with his strong hands.
He lowered his head and whispered something in her ear. "Love you."
Blair looked up and saw him smiling then reached for his lips and they kissed. It was sweet and slow. They didn't want to rush it. She started to move her lips on his cheek and then his neck as the kiss started to deepen. She wanted to lay her lips everywhere, just to show him she loved him despite what she had confessed him. She was afraid, but she wouldn't have the strength to walk away. She wouldn't look back.
Her tongue trailed on the nape of his neck to slowly descend on his chest and then his stomach. It didn't stop there, of course. She bit his tummy once she arrived to the edge of his black knickers, then with her teeth she tried to lower them. She didn't know how to, but she succeed.
He looked already turned on from the gesture. He was expecting her next move, surprised she threw herself at him that early in the morning. She was unpredictable as much as him.
He helped her lowering his boxers as she continued her trip on his lower body. She teased him around his member trailing kisses and licking with her tongue to turn him on, then she finally took a deep breath and sucked on it.
It was still slow. It was like she was caressing him more than excite him.
He gripped his hands on the sheets as she bit his member. Her hand was on his back and it squeezed his lower back. It looked so smooth.
Chuck exhaled a moan when she started sucking roughly. He was watching the show from the best seat. Once Blair was done, he didn't give her the time to smile at him that he pushed her back on the bed and started to kiss her hard as his hand raised her silk slip to reveal her fair skin and then remove her red panties.
He then thrust into her greedily and she moaned in response as soon as he also reached the climax of sexual satisfaction.
"Oh please don't stop," she pleaded him once he started to slow down.
His kisses were harder and his hands wandering everywhere. His left hand in particular was arousing her breast. He could feel the hardness of her nipple in his fingers.
He kept thrusting as the minutes passed, he looked unstoppable. The thing they weren't expecting was that someone would actually go up there to meet them.
Once they heard his stepmother's voice they only were able to cover themselves.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She apologized covering her mouth. "But the man at the door said I could come up because you were home, so... I tried."
Chuck smiled at his step mom and tried to find and fix his boxers under the covers. Blair did the same with her panties.
"It's okay. We had just woken up, I'm glad you're here. We wanted to invite you to a dinner. Tonight. Here at our house," he said glancing briefly at Blair when he said 'our house'. "Eleanor and Cyrus will attend too. If you want, tell Eric and Serena to come."
Lily smiled widely. "What's the matter, Charles? Is there any problem? Are you okay?"
Blair laughed. "We're more than okay, actually."
"There's something you need to tell me? Not that I'm kicking you out, but it's Sunday and I wanted to spend the morning with Blair," he glanced at his side again. The look of love was unmistakable.
"Nothing I can't tell you later." She grinned, then her eyes fell on Blair's engaged hand. Lily didn't spend much time imagining what was going on there. "Are you engaged or something?" Her eyes brightened at the words. She sure was happy for her step son.
Blair's eyes fell and she couldn't help but smile. "If you cross paths with my parents," she warned her, "Please don't tell them. My Mother would freak out you found out first."
Lily giggled loudly and her laugh echoed in the wide room. "Don't worry, Blair. And I'm so happy for this! Wasn't unexpected, but still it's a surprise." She looked giddy. "Well, now I'm going home. I'll see you tonight." She waved goodbye and disappeared behind the door.
Chuck fell back on his pillow once his step mom left. Blair sighed in relief and patted his chest lightly. He slowly re-opened his eyes when she did so.
"I'm so tired," he said covering his face with both hands.
She circled his stomach with her arm and adjusted herself beside him. "Already? And I'm the one being pregnant." She let her tongue out for him.
Chuck giggled then took her chin in his hand and brought her face closer to his. She still had her tongue out, so he met it. Their tongues started to move in unison as they French kissed sweetly. Once they were done, Chuck grinned at her, slightly pleased.
"We should set up the dinner..." Blair said casually.
He sighed audibly and licked his lips. "Why can't we just call Dorota and spent the rest of the day in bed?"
"I'll go get the phone," Blair managed to say before he could kiss her again, word escaping her mouth hardly because he wouldn't let her go.
"Hurry back here," he whispered in her ear before she could jump off the bed.
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Dorota had been called and Blair had given her straight orders.
She had to prepare the dinner in their large dining room, the one with red walls.
They had two big dining rooms in their house, they used them both when they could. The one with dark red walls was usually used for big dinners or lunches. Chuck used to invite some members of the company and their wives to eat at their place, or clients. He wanted to show them the loyalty and hospitality of his company, and no one could do it better than himself.
Blair was annoyed every time some of the wives of a Bass Industries's member came. Most of them were annoying old bitches who just criticized people.
Not that she didn't, but she used to criticize in her old circles, the ones her Mother attended too. Now, every time some woman on the fifties came to their house, it looked like the focus of their whole conversation wasn't fashion or cooking anymore, it was how that other members of Bass Inc. group dressed poorly, or how some man was a bit of a stalker sometimes.
Blair kept her expression neutral every time and laughed when it was right to, then spilled these secrets with her fiancé. Chuck always laughed at the gossip, but explained Blair that he had caught some of the members in flagrance doing the dirty Blair discovered while talking to different wives.
Gossip was also spilled by these old women about Blair.
She knew it. Some wives used to tell her if some other woman had said something bad about her. She hadn't been invited yet; the fact that she wasn't Chuck's wife yet made the old elite women don't expose too much with her, she was the boss's girlfriend after all.
One of the things she had recently acquainted weren't exactly untrue.
One of the matrons, the wife of Chuck's oldest member at the board who still didn't get over the fact that years before Bart had left the company into the hands of his only son, was the one that usually didn't spill polite gossip about her.
She envied her, she guessed.
She had imagined Blair was pregnant. The fact is that Blair wore a dress at the Opera, when she and Chuck went to see the Black Swan. The dress was too snug, her small and rounded belly bump was starting to notice. But at this point since she and Chuck had decided she wouldn't wear her engagement ring in public until they would tell their parents, she didn't care that much to say she had gained weight.
The old woman started to spread other news too. Blair had been seen with Nate after the proposal, they were walking close together, but they obviously were just friends. This wasn't what the matron thought, she even tried to tell Chuck but he didn't buy it of course.
Nate was Chuck and Blair's long time friend, and he had a girlfriend. He and Blair were usually friendly because they loved each other after all, but people didn't know that.
This time would be different. No old women to be afraid of, just her Mother.
Blair was scared to reveal the good news to her Mother and step Father. She thought her mom wouldn't understand despite the fact that Eleanor loved Chuck.
She dreaded the moment of the truth without knowing it. With Lily it had been so easier, and they didn't have to tell her, she had found out by herself. She hoped her Mother didn't have a too much traditionalistic mind. She didn't want to be disappointed by her reaction.
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Once the clock ticked 6pm, Blair started to move anxiously in bed.
She felt a pain under her waist and this was starting to make her feel uneasy. She slowly opened her eyes to find herself in his arms. He looked content. "You finally woke, princess," he said with kindness that made her melt right there on him.
She buried her nose into his neck and closed her eyes again.
She still felt that sensation, something that was both painful and wet. She opened her eyes soon and sat down on the bed as if she had had a nightmare. She brought a hand on her chest and felt her heart pounding like crazy like she was upset and she didn't know why. Her mouth went dry and her breathing was starting to get husky. She raised a hand on her forehead.
"Chuck, I don't feel... Well." She managed to say before she slowly felt her head spin uncontrollably.
Chuck sat down on the bed and helped her steading by gripping both arms around her tiny figure as to protect her. "Do you want a glass of water? I can call Dorota," he said calmly, "What do you feel?" he asked as he tried to remove her hair from her face. Once he did so, he noticed her forehead gone cold. He looked her in the eyes and they were closed. "Blair. Answer me" He ordered, quite worried. "Answer me, please!" He almost shouted when she didn't do it. She just felt dizzy and kept moving her head on his chest.
Chuck then decided to call Dorota. Blair might be ill, and the maid always knew what to do.
Few minutes passed as they successfully gave a glass of water to Blair. Dorota started to put warm clothes on her, they thought she had just got the flu. Nothing to worry about.
He reached the bed and seated next to her. He was watching her sleep, or apparently she was sleeping. When she started complaining again, then Chuck started to be preoccupied.
"Chuck," she called him. "My stomach... It hurts. It damn hurts. Bathroom..." She tried to explain in a low voice. Thankfully for her Chuck understood what she wanted.
She wasn't that tired, she could actually walk. The only problem was that when he let her grip her arm around his waist to help her she did walk slowly. It looked like a long way towards the bathroom, but when they finally got in and Blair peed, they found out what the cause of Blair's suffering was.
She lowered her panties as to pee, and when she glanced at them with Chuck present there to help her out, they were all dirty. There were several blood stains, and they didn't look promising. Once Blair noticed them, she started to moan in panic.
"What are these... Call Dorota, Chuck... Call her."
He just did what she asked him to, and the maid couldn't help but widen her eyes once she inspected the stained panties. She had experience, so she started to ask first to get was the problem with Miss Blair was. "Miss Blair, you need pills for period pain?" She started to guess, since when Blair got her first period Dorota helped her with meds and stuff.
Blair passed a hand through her hair, "I'm pregnant Dorota... I'm pregnant," she gasped in short breath.
Dorota's face was a mix of emotions. She didn't know if she had to be happy or sad for them in that moment. She brought a hand on her mouth once it parted in horror. "Pregnant?" She reasoned for a few moments as Chuck watched her intently, "We need to go now! Hospital!"
Chuck was there standing still expecting orders from Dorota, but he didn't move an inch.
"Mr Chuck! Dress up, I dress Miss Blair. We need to go! We need to go to Hospital now!"
"What's happening Dorota? Is she alright?" Chuck asked in fear as he exited the room to dress up, Dorota helped Blair finding a dress herself as she put her on the bed to let her lay down.
Dorota nervously tried to look for a decent dress until she found one. It looked large, and it was dark, so it wouldn't have blood stains if she'd lose more. "We need to hurry. Baby may be in danger! Call the limo. Go!" She explained as she pushed Chuck towards the door.
Chuck realized her words as soon as he called Arthur to pick up the limo. He became paler almost as Blair now, but he told himself to stay strong. Things had to go right. He had to have faith and hope the limo would arrive soon to the Hospital.
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Dorota and Chuck took Blair into a Hospital after two hours.
They had been keeping her in observation for almost two hours, Chuck forgot to put his watch so Dorota had to tell him what time was it. Eleanor and the others would already be at their house by that time, but it didn't matter now.
Chuck wanted Blair to be safe, get better. If only they would give them information about her conditions. Dorota had sadly informed him of what had probably happened to Blair. He was starting to get angry and he couldn't help but walking back and forth into the long corridor outside the room they were keeping her. He started thinking about the worst.
"Someone has to inform Eleanor and Lily. They're likely home right now," he commented casually to distract himself. He hadn't been able to say a word since they came there. "Call them," he gave an order to Dorota. "Tell them we're here. Don't alarm them."
The maid nodded briefly and didn't add anything, she just walked away to call Blair's and Chuck's parents.
Once he was left alone, he had to face with some dark and not so happy thoughts in his head. He dreaded them, they were like ghosts. He didn't want Blair to feel pain. He didn't want her to risk her life for this baby. He didn't wanna lose this baby.
Yet, he thought that he had probably to give up on one of them, even if they were already the two most important things of his life.
He felt his eyes glossy when she thought about losing her. They had struggled to be together, passed through a lot. He wanted to marry her, to live his life with her. She didn't have to give up on her life. She couldn't. The thought of just thinking this disease she had to keep her for damn three hours closed into a room made him cringe and go hiding into a corner.
He heard some door opening few minutes later and a hoary man greeted him.
"Chuck Bass I assume." He shook hands with him.
"How is she? Is she... Alright? Is the baby alright?" He asked all the questions in less than ten seconds that he shook his head as to apologize for the rush.
The Doctor held a red folder on his chest. "She lost blood. Not much, but she lost it." He said with a cold tone that made Chuck flinch. His lips parted in horror, but the Doctor didn't look nearly done with his diagnosis. "It's good you came here soon. Fortunately it was just a false alarm. The baby is safe" He paused. "Just one thing. Try to make her rest and don't do too much physical activities," he recommended as he walked away.
Chuck brought both hands on his face and rubbed it. He felt somehow relieved, but the thought that it might had happened something to both of them still linger in his mind.
He didn't think twice and got into her room.
She looked asleep, a drip was in her left arm. He had the instinct to hug her, but he didn't dare yet. He was afraid he could hurt the baby.
"Hey," she greeted him. He was happy she wasn't sleeping just because he wanted to hear the tone of her soft voice.
Chuck walked towards the bed and sat down next to her. Her hand was casually put on her belly as if it was bigger than it appeared, a clear maternal gesture that he noticed Blair had started doing few days before. He didn't try to get closer.
Blair smiled at him, but looked disappointed. "What?" he asked her.
"Come here," she invited him and tried to make him lean closer to hug her. "I've missed you," she confessed sweetly.
He lowered down on her trying not to press his body on her belly.
"You scared me." He confessed her in a whisper.
He heard Blair sigh next to his ear. "The Doctor said I should only rest. I am fine, really. Don't worry about me. He's okay too" She tried to comfort him as she started to fell her shoulder damp. "I'm not going to leave either of you. Never."
"Blair, honey, are you alright?" Eleanor broke into the room almost slamming the door. As soon as he heard his future Mother-in-law getting in, he seated back on the bed. He didn't bother if she would see his red eyes. "Dorota called us. Why are you in the maternity ward?"
Blair swallowed hard before answering. That would be the moment of the truth. Chuck gripped his hand around hers and he squeezed it lightly before going out of the room. "I've risked to have a miscarriage tonight," she exhaled deeply few moments later and kept her expression neutral.
Eleanor herself was still. She looked like she wasn't feeling anything, or that she wasn't able to. She shook her head and opened her mouth as to say something, but it took her few seconds to actually motion few words. "I didn't know you were..." she trailed off. "When were you going to tell me, Blair? When? I'm your Mother after all. You can confide in me."
Blair blinked and her eyes wander behind her Mother. "Chuck knew. He was the only one who did. We wanted to tell you tonight, that's why we set up a dinner altogether."
Her Mother nodded and sighed loudly.
Blair then looked at Chuck and he nodded in approval too. There was another thing to let her Mother know at that point, and if she had taken the pregnancy so well she would take the other one even more easily. "We're going to get married soon."
The woman nodded again, then bit her lip. She didn't answer though, but she caught the diamond ring on the left hand of her daughter.
Blair felt uneasy at her Mother's silence. She didn't know if she ever will, but she surely would say something if she really wanted to leave after. She hoped she would.
Eleanor moved closer to the bed. Once she reached her daughter she couldn't help but smile. Her eyes started to fill with tears as she laughed and cried at the same time. "I don't know for what I'm happier more, really," she confessed as both giggled. Blair started crying too, "I can't believe you're already in such state, dear. I'm sure Cyrus will be happy to be a grandfather."
She giggled happily when her mom sat down next to her and took her hand. She still couldn't believe it. "I'm sure he will," she agreed. "Cyrus will be a great grandpa, and so daddy."
"And I'm sure Chuck will be a great Father too," she commented. "I knew he was going to be the one. He loves you." Her Mother cupped her hands on her cheeks and kissed her forehead.
They heard steps from behind them and they turned to see who it was. Lily got in the room more confused that Blair's Mother was few minutes before. "I'm sorry I'm late. Charles called me a couple of minutes ago, what happened?" She asked as she put a hand on her chest.
Both Mother and daughter turned. "We're going to have a baby, Lil," Blair answered her.
Lily soon changed expression, she looked joyful now. "Really? I can't believe it, Blair. It's amazing! That's the most exciting news of today, along with the other one."
Eleanor made a face, then turned to Blair, puzzled. "Did she already know?"
Blair rolled her eyes as to avoid her Mother's glances, but she had been caught. Meanwhile, Chuck came back in the room again, he placed a hand over Lily's shoulder.
Lily looked guilty for had been spilled the detail. She suddenly remembered what she had promised that morning to Blair. "I'm sorry Blair," she apologized, "but if it can comfort you, Eleanor, I just found out this morning when I visited them."
Eleanor shook her head and stood up, "That's okay, that's okay. It's not the big deal anyway. It's something I believe everyone was waiting to happen," she looked at Chuck. "It was only a matter of when exactly."
Everyone laughed softly.
"Serena is coming here, by the way," Lily informed them.
"You did right calling her," Chuck agreed. "I'm sure Blair will find benefit in seeing her best friend, like when she saw Eleanor."
Lily nodded, and Eleanor and Chuck exchanged a look. Blair's Mom then pinched her daughter's cheek and started to walk away. She reached Lily that freed herself from Chuck's shoulder grip.
"I believe I'll be waiting outside. They're going to discharge you soon, dear."
Eleanor smiled at the both of them, then she and Lily quietly closed the door behind them and exited the room.
Chuck and Blair were left alone. He moved towards the bed to sit down on the right side.
"The Doctor told me you can come home if you want to," he informed her. "I answered that it was better if you stayed the night... Just to be sure."
She tried to sit down and he helped her. "That's perfect," she smiled, "but I'd rather spend the night in our bed than here." She said caressing his cheek. "Can you gather my things?"
Chuck grinned and kissed hers. "Sure ma'am."
He got off the bed and started collecting Blair's bag and shoes, and her Marc Jacobs dress. He helped her dressing up and was relieved that she could actually walk by herself now. The meds they'd given her had surely had their effect. He felt solace.
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Almost few hours later, they were lying in bed.
The Doctor had assured them that the thing couldn't happen again, and if it did, they had to run to the Hospital for a check up. It was good doing it for the baby's health since she could still risk a miscarriage during the first three months of pregnancy. He also explained that this was a normal case of nesting. The blood stains were usual during the second month, but not every women had the same reactions to those.
She was still in his arms. The lights were off, but the light of the moon was lightening their faces and the bodies under the sheets in the dark.
She spoke softly after a long moment where they'd just kept themselves silent. "I'm so glad I didn't lose it," she said. "But I was scared I would and then I would be happy I didn't have to tell my Mother about my pregnancy. The fear of facing her would've gone away."
Chuck moved his face closer to hers. "The baby must be strong," he commented, "he didn't give up despite his mother's stubbornness and feeblenesses."
Blair gave him a little kick under the covers, but she knew he was right about that.
She had said early in the morning that maybe it wasn't time yet to have a baby. She didn't have a job, and her Mother wouldn't be proud of her choices to be a Mother herself and marry her long time boyfriend and now official fiancé. But what happened to her late in the afternoon was proof that this baby had to survive, they had to have it.
The timing was right.
"Maybe it's true," she said with a touchy tone. "Or probably he was just like his Father."
"How the hell is his Father?" He teased.
"Nothing exceptional, just... He's the strongest, hard-worker man I've ever met. He never loses a shot. Above all he wouldn't lose the possibility to pass through my tights..." She giggled lightly, while he tickled her hip and made her shake a bit in his hold.
Chuck kissed her hair as to let her know he always loved when she praised him. "It's the third time you're calling our son a 'he'," he pointed out casually.
"You did it too. Just now." She reminded him.
"What if he's really a boy? You can't put headbands on his head like I know you'd loved to."
She smiled in the dark. "But I can buy him bow-ties, and scarves," she answered.
"So you're telling me he's gonna dress like his Father then."
"I love the sense of style his Father has. I would love my son to have bow-ties. I know his Father would be happy too." She answered giggling.
He chortled. "Hell, I'm sure he would."
Chuck held her tightly and the silence fell over the room once again.
They were tired as if they had done much in just a few hours. It was the aftermath of the recent episode that made them feel like that.
They had thought they were going to lose things, but they didn't lose anything that night.
On the contrary, they believed they had gained something.
They had the confirmation they were and would've been there for each other no matter what. The insecurities were still there but they could have passed through them soon if they kept counting on each other. They wouldn't give up on each other.
Their baby didn't.