Hello! I'm sorry I'm updating this late but I'm having a hard time with inspiration. I hope to post a chapter at least once a week, every Saturday. I'm also planning another CB fic, so I'm a bit busy. I hope you will like this chapter, I'm already writing the 7th. Xoxo
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"I told you I wanted roses!" she said to the poor woman in front of her.
Blair had been busy with wedding preparations in those last few weeks. She had hired the best wedding planners of the town, because she wanted the best wedding ever, with the perfect flowers, the perfect place, and of course the perfect dress. Finding a dress for a woman who was six month pregnant wasn't easy, so she asked her Mother to make one for her. She had accepted of course, and flew all way down to New York just to make it.
"But Miss Waldorf, I suggest you to use gardenias. They're perfect for Summer weddings" the same woman kept explaining "It's not the time for roses."
Blair made a face "I don't care what you say. Find roses or you're fired!" she said with annoyance and stomped her feet on the carpet and walked away without leaving the woman any chance to interject her.
She went through the corridor of her house and reached the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. Dorota wasn't around that day, Blair had given her maid few days off to take care of her daughter and stay with her husband Vanya, the poor woman deserved it. The last few weeks had been exhausting for her. Blair kept spatting with some of the women that were helping her arranging the wedding, and with Chuck too.
He had been silent those last days and he preferred to work locked in his office rather than stay around her when the women were at their house. It helped him to concentrate and her to organize the wedding she desired. But he wasn't having a good time because some old associate of Bass Industries. He had been on the phone a lot, and when he couldn't manage the situation that way, he usually went out and came back late at night because he had late meetings to think about something to do to resolve this issue.
He hadn't really told Blair anything, she was already nervous because of the hormones and excited for their wedding that he thought she deserved to feel happy and not bothered by his business deals. She had to have the perfect wedding no matter what, and despite the fact that he tried not to argue with her, it seemed impossible to avoid sometimes, because he couldn't help but reply a bit roughly whenever she asked how he was. It had been more than a week so far, and she couldn't help but feel worried for their relationship.
"I thought you were out" she said when Chuck got in the kitchen.
He just looked at her with nonchalance and walked to the counter, but didn't answer. He didn't like the air in there, but he decided that he didn't want to make the situation worse by saying something. It was almost dinner time, and he hadn't done anything great that day.
Blair looked away from him when she saw him acting so careless, it hurt her when he didn't look at her or answered her. He opened the fridge to pick up a bottle of what looked like wine, and walked back towards the door to leave the room.
"Chuck" she called him, but he didn't stop, so she decided to follow him to his office.
Before he could close the door, she got in his office. He took place behind the desk, still pretty absent, and then swallowed his glass of wine in one gulp. He licked his lips soon and started going through a stack of papers with numbers.
Blair blinked her eyes swiftly and sighed. She didn't like when he didn't talk. She knew that something was wrong, but she wanted him to tell her.
"Please, talk to me" she pleaded when he still wasn't looking at her.
He kept reading some papers and then wrote down some notes on them before finally saying something. "Can we please talk later? I'm busy."
The sound of his voice left a hole in her belly. She put a hand on her baby bump protectively as to make sure to herself that it was still there. She bit her lip and looked down, unable to answer at first. She didn't know what to say, but she wanted to say something. She needed to do it before he could possibly sent her away. Since he wasn't moving an inch, she dared to say the first thing that came to her mind.
"You're always busy. You don't have time for me, for your Mother, or anybody else."
"It's called work" he answered coldly.
Blair shook her head "Buried 24/7 in your armchair and coming back late at night isn't work. It's called being a workaholic. You look like you don't give a damn about us again!"
Chuck closed his eyes for what she felt like the longest moment of her life, and then he slowly opened them. He still wasn't looking at her, and this hurt her and not a little. "I'm doing this for you too, Blair. And if you don't appreciate my efforts to give us a better life, that's your problem. Why don't you go organizing our wedding? I thought you liked doing it."
She chortled with disappointment "Is that to you? A thing I like doing to pass the time, Chuck? You pass all of your time locked in here doing God knows what, and barely looking at me when you came home lately. You don't want to talk to me, you don't want to have sex. What am I supposed to do? I won't sit here and watch you avoiding me. I want to help you."
She said the words fast, she didn't stop for neither a second to take a breath because she knew he would interrupt her. When she finished, Chuck finally looked up at her. This time she was the one not watching him, her hands were linked together on her belly and her head was spinning because of the force she had put in those words. She didn't regret any of them, she felt relieved when she had finally managed to tell him how she was feeling.
"You can't help me" he said deadly, and the sound of his voice made her cringe. He really did sound lost and helpless that she turned to look at him "I could lose part of Bass Industries."
Blair felt lighter when he confessed her that. She didn't think twice and went to him, she didn't wait more to come and hug him. It felt spontaneous, and she didn't know why she did it but she felt like he needed to feel her love in that moment.
He felt her tiny hands on his back and couldn't help but put his behind her. He still wasn't giving himself completely to her, and he cursed himself because of that. The hardest part was done though. He let her sit on his legs then, slowly letting her in again.
"I didn't know that" she said with a small voice. "Why didn't you tell me?" she raised her head to look at him, but he was looking down. He turned as soon as he felt her eyes on him.
"I didn't want you to worry about me. You needed to be happy. I wanted you to be happy and organize this wedding and distract. I can't wait to marry you" he smiled slightly, his hand brushing her back. "But I need to resolve this first."
She sighed heavily. "What can you do to save that property?"
Chuck passed his other hand through his hair before answering "There's nothing I can do but sell, Blair" he said "To this offerer. This person comes from Australia. Sent by Jack. I'm sure he's doing this just to damage us, you never know. Lily told me that this person is going to do an inspection one of these days, and if we don't pass it, we may lose a part of the company to him" he explained.
"Wait, why do you need to sell? You said that this person may not make you lose that part of your company if you pass their inspection... So I don't think everything is lost after all."
"I don't know who this person is, this is the problem" he shook his head. "It could be anybody. This person could come one day at the Palace or the Empire or at another of my Hotels and pretend to be a tourist, and I would have no idea..." he trailed off.
Blair smiled then "You're so silly, Bass" she admonished him. He made a face, looking confused as he'd never been, but didn't say anything. "You think you've lost this war because you don't know your enemy, but you haven't lost yet."
He looked at her with skeptic eyes, he had no idea of what she was talking about.
"We can still win. We can still defeat this enemy. Whoever this person is, he'll see how great is Chuck Bass and the people who work for him" she continued, her eyes were sparkling like when she had great ideas.
Chuck looked down sheepishly, and shrugged his shoulders. "But, Blair..." he started to say, but she cut him off "No. Don't say anything. Now let's call your P.I. first. He's gonna track this person for sure" she said as she picked the phone from his desk and started dialing the number "then I'll take care of it." He wanted to say something so he opened his mouth, but Blair covered it with her index as soon as Andrew answered.
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"I told you, Peonies or nothing" Blair told one of her wedding planners three days after. She was walking in the lobby of the Palace Hotel to start her plan. "Okay, but check they are of a strong shade of pink, you got me!" she insisted, then she closed the call.
A smile appeared on her features when she saw Annie, the woman that was usually in the lobby, approaching her.
"Miss Waldorf, it's nice to see you here. Are you looking for Mr Chuck?" she asked politely.
Blair smiled and shook her head childishly "Since you're here I'm going to tell you something beforehand... Don't let your co-workers know, 'kay. Or you're fired" she said bossily avoiding her question, her tone was severe and she wanted the girl to listen to her just because. The girl nodded so she continued "It's going to come someone today, a man that should be around forty. He's like brown hair, green eyes. His name his Charlie... Well, when someone like this comes, call me" she said giving a little white card with her cellphone number.
The girl took the card eagerly, putting it in her pocket as Blair also gave her 500$. "I warn you. You send me the wrong person, you're gonna pay the consequences."
"Will be done, Miss Waldorf" the girl added with a fake smile, then walked away.
Blair put a hand on her hip and felt the strong need to sit on one of the armchairs that were in the lobby. That day her sandals looked enormously painful. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was that she was becoming bigger as the week passed, maybe it was just the anxiety.
Chuck's P.I., Andrew, had tracked down the person that was going to inspect his properties, the Palace in particular. He had said that he had dark hair and green eyes, looked like a model, and they know he was called Charlie. It was ironic how destiny was playing with them.
She passed a hand on her belly just for the sake of it when she sat down on one of the armchairs. She liked doing it, it made her start feeling like a future mom. She picked up her phone and sent a text to Chuck, he wanted to know how the thing was going. Then she found the new Vogue on the table of the lobby, and started reading it to pass the time.
After a while, she was suddenly interrupted by a voice.
She raised her eyes from the magazine to meet two big and deep blue eyes. The woman that had spoken had not so long dark red hair that grazed her beautiful face. She could say she was wealthy from the way she dressed, she spotted the new Valentino on her legs.
"How many months are you?" she asked with concern, and Blair felt caught off guard. It was probably because that far anybody had really asked that question genuinely. She had been interviewed by magazines that wanted to know about the future Bass heir, but always just for the sake of Gossip, not because they cared. This woman on the other hand looked interested.
Blair closed the magazine soon and brushed her belly with a hand. "I'm almost done with the sixth" she informed the woman. "My Doctor said the baby will be delivered at the beginning of Autumn... If I'm lucky."
The woman smiled. "Why shouldn't you be? You look gorgeous, honey. I bet your baby will be as well... Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Boy" Blair answered sheepishly with a smile. There was an awkward pause, then she asked a question "Do you have any children, Miss?"
She nodded swiftly "One boy and a girl. They are 14 and 16. With my first husband..." she shrugged. "He wasn't a great husband, you know. When my daughter was 5 I caught him going hard on the Russian au pair. Literally. I didn't ask divorce soon because I was in love and I wanted to be with him, but you know, it was necessary after he betrayed again. After I found some very despicable panties in his suit, I couldn't not ask for divorce. And now he has a new wife and he's still screwing sluts behind her back. So sad." She said as she was talking about the most disgusting man on Earth. "Are you married?"
At the question, Blair smirked. This woman was surely not from New York as she didn't know that she wasn't married, but she was engaged to someone who was famous in the city, and that everyone knew because of the magazines too.
"Not yet, but I will soon. Next month, to be exact."
The woman smiled with glee "That's really great. I've got married few months ago... For the second time" she started explaining as a old matron who hadn't enough of talking about herself and her life would do "With a young guy. He is ten years younger than me, but I don't care. We..." she took a brief pause then her voice lowered "had a baby. But then, then that poor baby died in childbirth. I... got depressed, that's why my new husband suggested me to come here. I miss my baby" the woman said as Blair could see tears forming in her eyes.
She didn't think about it twice that she sat down next to her on the velvet couch. She put a hand on her back for comfort, while the woman started crying silently.
"I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry." She apologized. "But the tragedy is still vivid in my mind, and I can't accept the fact that he died" she cried. She kept going on telling Blair the story of her life, then she stopped crying after few minutes.
Blair sighed "Why don't we have a coffee or something? It would help you to be less upset" she said sweetly, the woman nodded in agreement.
"Maybe not coffee, though. It makes people more nervous than they are" the woman said, giggling lightly, then both women stood up to reach the bar of the Palace.
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Blair hadn't forgotten about the man that should had come to the Hotel. She waited for Annie to deliver her a message, but the woman still hadn't tracked this mysterious person that would do the inspection, so when she proposed the woman she had just met to drink something, it was because she was trying to distract too. Only God knew when this man would've come.
"I've been so rude" the woman started to say after she sipped her orange juice, not Blair's favorite choice because she loved other types of juices, but for one of the few times in her life, she was sipping a drink at the right hour.
Blair looked up from the croissants she had ordered, she was clearly confused.
The woman smiled "We haven't introduced each other. My name is Lilly" she said, then sipped another bit of her juice.
"I'm Blair, Blair Ba-" she was meaning to say her surname too, but then she stopped and she didn't know why. Maybe because she was about to say Bass rather than Waldorf, it was going to go out of her mouth casually, as if she had been married for a while. There was an awkward pause after, and Lilly waiting there for her to say something, when Blair finally concluded "Waldorf. Blair Waldorf" she said trying to be convincing.
Lilly seemed pretty amused by that "You're Eleanor Waldorf's daughter? Oh my God, I love her style so much! Can I meet her?" she asked as if she was a little girl, and made Blair frown.
She looked down and bit her lip "Unfortunately... She's in Paris right now."
The woman shrugged and saddened, but then five minutes later she looked gleeful again. Blair thought she was utterly lunatic for her age. She looked too excited one moment, then the other she looked like the most depressed woman on Earth. She tried to justify her because of the story she had told her a while before, but still, she was starting to have enough of her.
She checked her blackberry and noticed that it was almost lunch time. She had been with the woman, Lilly, for about three hours, and although she was entertaining her because they were having some nice convos, this ought to end. Blair was about to stand up and inform her she had to run some errands when the woman started feeling slightly bad.
"What's wrong?" Blair asked, noticing Lilly had put a hand on her forehead.
The woman sighed "Can you... Can you please take me to my room. 340. I think it's happening again..." she said, her voice was shaking "Panic attacks, panic attacks... I need a Doctor." Blair turned and she saw a waiter watching them not from too far. She made a gesture with her hand and the man approached them. Since Lilly didn't add more, and looked confused and quite sweating cold, Blair ordered the guy to help her taking the woman upstairs.
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The waiter helped Blair to set the woman carefully on her bed. She saw that she was now sleeping, so she decided she could leave and asked one of the women of that floor to look after her. She was the boss's fiancée after all, she thought this was something to do.
She sighed in relief when she got out of the room and reached the lobby and spotted Chuck. He was telling few things to the guy at the reception when he saw her too. He moved towards her and put a hand on her arm. "I was looking for you" he murmured.
She kept walking to an empty place of the lobby, and informed him about what happened. "I'm sorry, Chuck. Apparently the man we're looking for still hasn't arrived. And I had to take care for hours of a woman who looked so depressed... I felt bad for her."
Chuck frowned and nodded "That's so nice of you, but shouldn't you take care of our business first? I just hope the man hasn't arrived while you were away" he said looking around.
Blair shrugged "I asked Annie to look for me and call me whenever he would arrive, but she never did. You should fire her" she said, utterly annoyed.
He giggled lightly "This isn't enough reason to fire a person, Blair. Luckily the meeting with the Irish company ended early, now I can keep you company while you wait" he smiled and lead her to the couch. "Or you don't want me?" he asked sheepishly.
Before she could add more, the famous Annie came towards them.
"Miss Waldorf, Mrs Lilly wants to see her."
Blair made a face at the words. "Why on Earth? I'm not her nanny for God's sake. Tell her I'm not here anymore" she raised both eyebrows, but Annie bit her lip. "No, don't tell me you said I was still here." She looked at Chuck, he shrugged in response.
"If you don't wanna go, I can check on her. You can stay here."
She thought about it for a second and sighed deeply "Let's go upstairs. Screw this Charlie, let's see what this woman wants. And you'll come with me" she said as she took his hand.
It didn't take long to reach Lilly's room on floor three. The room was slightly open, and Blair wondered why. She looked briefly at Chuck, then they both got in. "Lilly, this is Blair" Blair said once inside. The bed wasn't made but the woman wasn't there. Blair started looking into the other room, and the woman was on the floor, a box of meds spread next to her.
"Oh my God" she screamed "Oh my God, Chuck call someone! A Doctor! She told me she needed to see her Doctor!"
Chuck looked alarmed and he quickly took is phone out to call 911, while Blair tried to reanimate the woman. "Yeah, an ambulance at the Palace. There's a woman who needs help, she may had injected too much pills, she's not breathing. Come here, now!" he ordered.
Blair was still trying to reanimate the woman doing massages, but she wouldn't respond. He was checking his watch every minute to calculate the time that passed, and finally after ten, long minutes, the paramedics arrived there. They went on the floor where Blair was meanwhile shaking and with tears in her eyes. She stood up and reached Chuck, who put a comforting hand on her shoulder and hugged her tightly.
Once a staff nurse touched the woman, it happened something unexpected. She in fact started to laugh, and sat down. Both the paramedics and Chuck and Blair looked at each other in confusion, they didn't know what was going on. "What's happening?" Blair asked when the woman started fixing her hair.
She smirked at them "What happens, Miss Waldorf, is that you've both been played."
"Mrs, it's better if you lie down" a paramedic said helping her out, but she freed herself.
"It's better if I can finally say I've lied to you... I'm not ill. I didn't take any pills" she started to explain as the paramedics started looking skeptical at the woman "I was just playing, to get Mr and Mrs Bass attention."
"So you've called us for nothing?" one man asked and the woman nodded "Let's get out of here and check if someone really needs help then" he answered with annoyance and collected his things. The others did the same and didn't even say goodbye.
Lilly stood up and came closer them. She smirked "You swallowed it, you totally did. Admit it" she said with an amused tone.
"Who are you?" Blair asked as Chuck squeezed her arm. He could feel her getting angry and no one could know what would happen if she got to move a finger on the woman. "Why did you do this? Why did you lie to me? And I've told you who I was" she said.
"I'm Charlie" she finally explained "I came all the way from Australia to inspect this beautiful Hotel and probably took it and give it to Jack Bass, who is a close friend of mine... In affair, that is" she smirked. "He asked me to check on his beloved nephew to see if business down here was going fine, if the Hotel was offering what he had to, and if the staff was nice."
Chuck frowned. It was exactly like he had known, Jack had sent her. He didn't know why Jack sometimes wanted to destroy him, he looked jealous. Because he didn't have all of the properties Chuck had, he didn't have a wife or a woman to come home to when he finished working. He didn't have someone who loved him. So he had to take it from Chuck to make it lonely and lost too.
"And what did you see" Chuck asked, a bit uncomfortable.
The woman rolled her eyes and started going back and forth in the room "What I saw was... Bewildering, this is the best term to describe it."
"What does it mean?" Blair asked, her head tilted on the side.
Charlie -Lilly turned and made a weird face. "It means that I'm bewildered, Blair" she said with a neutral tone. Blair couldn't say if she was angry or not.
"I've been with you my whole day, listened to your made up stories and offered you lunch. I carried you to bed because you weren't feeling well, I made sure someone would've watched over you so that if you needed something you could have had it, and you tell me you're bewildered?" she said without taking a pause. She sighed once she finished.
Lilly started laughing. "Yes. And you want to know why, Miss Waldorf?" she asked, going from informal to formal again "Because so far anybody ever treated me like that when I went to some place. I've checked many Hotels, in many different cities. Many Hotel owners are just away and don't ask their clients anything. They make their employees do everything, while they are barely caring about their business. But you, you Blair, you've been so caring."
Blair freed from Chuck's hug and raised an eyebrow "So you're saying you just wanted to push me to my limits to see if I would fall?" she asked, and Lilly nodded.
"And apparently, you didn't fall. Hence I want to give you some reward, Blair" she coughed "Miss Waldorf. Why don't you run the Hotel?"
Blair's eyes fell on the floor, and she didn't know what to say there. She didn't know what was the right answer to give, if she wanted to do it or not. The Palace was Chuck's or better was his Father's Hotel. He took care of it brilliantly, but he surely didn't have enough time for it, since he also had the Empire and other few buildings to check everyday. And he was working less hours a day to spend time with Blair and do the routines she was going through, of her pregnancy, she thought that maybe...
"What do you say, huh? I'm sure Mr Bass wouldn't mind, the Hotel is his. And you're going to be his wife soon, so technically if you have a prenup and then divorce, this could be yours forever" she said, her face alluring.
Blair was stuck there with thoughts and thoughts, she didn't dare to turn to Chuck to see his expression, she didn't want him to influence her. But she also needed to know what he thought about this... If her saying yes could compromise their relationship, and he could get mad with her, then they could never get married. Becoming the head of the Palace Hotel could be great for her. She got the job not because she was going to be Chuck's wife, but because someone who looked in a higher position than him in the company decided it after she had been nice and acted like a owner – in the mind of the woman, would.
She was grateful when Chuck pulled her off her thoughts and started talking.
"I think you should accept, Blair" he said, his tone sincere and warm. She could feel it although she didn't turn yet. When she did, he was smiling kindly "This may not be the job you were dreaming when you were little, but in my opinion, you shouldn't think about this. When my Father died, I didn't want to take his business in my hands at all. It felt like it wasn't what I wanted to do with my life, it was a young boy becoming a man too early. And I was afraid to take his place. But you, I want you to share everything I own with me. You could be great supervising this Hotel. I trust you. So don't worry about me and say yes If you want to."
She felt lighthearted after he spoke. "Do you really want me to have this, Chuck? But..."
Chuck raised his index to stop her. "Don't. I know this is my Father's Hotel. I also know you will do an amazing job with it. Go ahead" he nodded, grinning widely.
"Then you accept? You will become the boss immediately. But Mr Bass will still be the co-supervisor. This means you could also fire him, but I don't think it's a good idea since it wouldn't be the best way to get married" she laughed along with Chuck and Blair "but you can give him orders and stuff like that. Sometime soon I will check on you again... To see what you've done, if you will still be doing a good job like I think you're going to do."
Blair smiled widely "Yes, yes I accept" she said, then turned towards Chuck. He was still smiling. He took her hand and pushed towards him without thinking, then he kissed her cheek.
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Later that night, they were both in bed under the covers trying to sleep. Trying because she was in his arms and he hadn't stopped caressing her hair and playing with them. It made her impossible to lose consciousness with him doing that. It was too relaxing that she would fall asleep only if she hadn't been that excited that day.
"Chuck" she said in the dark. He didn't answer, though. He knew what she was going to ask for the third time since they've got back home. She felt so confused about it, as if she didn't believe it yet. She didn't know how he was feeling about it either. If he had done it because... "I don't know if I..." she said, but this time he trailed her off.
"There is nothing you can't make it. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't know you could do this. I am sure you can do this. I've never been surer." She moved a little in his arms, and raised her head. She didn't need any other comforting but his. And he of course gave it to her. She didn't understand why she was being so afraid of taking over the Palace. "I will help you if you ever need me" he continued. "But I'm sure you won't." He said, grinning.
Blair closed her eyes and kissed him briefly on the lips. She put her head back in the crook of his neck as his hands tightened around her tiny figure so perfectly. She kept her eyes closed once she found a comfortable position, and slowly started to fall asleep. Chuck's hands started to loosen as the minutes passed, and it was when she felt a cool breath on her forehead that she acknowledged that he had fallen asleep.
She thought she fell asleep too at some point. The air conditioners were turned on because of the heat, and she felt the soft air grazing her bare arms and legs soon. It was so calm and relaxing. After a long day on mid-high heels, that looked like the best way to go to bed.
What she didn't expect, was to actually feel a weird sensation in her stomach.
She opened her eyes swiftly as if she had never gone to bed, and then looked at Chuck. He was asleep like a baby, his mouth open as he barely snored in his sleep. She tried not to wake him and got off the bed, headed to the bathroom. She thought that maybe the things they had eaten at dinner made her stomach hurt, so she tried to find a remedy. She didn't want to pass a night with no sleep because of that.
She turned the light on in the bathroom, and peed before she carefully washed her hands and looked through the cabinet where the meds where put. She quickly found something to swallow, but before she could take it, she felt that weird sensation again.
She didn't want to wake Chuck, so she tried to do everything in silence, but at another little pain made her cling on the door frame not to fall on her butt. She made an awful noise when she pushed something that was near the entrance of the bathroom on the floor, and she woke her fiancé. He sat up as if awakened by a thunderstorm or something, and his eyes were open but he looked confused. He wanted to know what was happening.
Then she understood.
"What you are doing awake?" he asked when he saw her trying to fix the blades of her slip on the shoulders. "Do you crave something?"
Blair shook her head, and he was relieved. Go and find what she wanted was really hard, and she wasn't easy with her cravings. Chuck had to go out to find some not so seasonally fruits or ice creams or cakes, during the latest six months. She smiled widely and put a hand on her belly, then started to jump. "I'm so happy!" she exclaimed reaching the bed again and almost jumping on it before remembering she was pregnant and she had to be careful.
Chuck frowned when she crossed her legs on the bed, and he put a hand on her shoulder.
"Then I want to be happy too, if you let me" he said sweetly.
She turned to him and smiled again. "The baby kicked! The baby gave a lot of kicks, actually" she said gleefully touching her belly again.
He smiled "That's why you couldn't sleep?" he asked, and she nodded. She suddenly looked like shrugging once the baby kicked again. She wasn't used to this. She didn't know when but was aware that her baby would start giving her small kicks sooner or later.
Chuck moved closer and put his head on her baby bump. She heard what she meant when the belly moved under his scalp and made him jump. Blair laughed tenderly at the vision. He raised his head and smirked after it "I guess the baby wants you all for himself" he said.
She rolled her eyes amused and shrugged. "He'll get used to the fact that I need his Father too... I could not live without him."
He put his ear again on the spot, and she heard a 'Ugh' once the baby kicked where he was.
They passed most of the night listening to the kicks the baby gave and watching TV in their bed. They were airing a special Audrey Hepburn marathon, and of course Blair wouldn't want to miss it. "When the baby will be born, I want him to know every single Audrey movie," Blair murmured out of the blue when few minutes of Breakfast at Tiffany's were left to watch.
Chuck raised an eyebrow and sighed "I don't believe a boy would appreciate that kind of movies. He is a man. He has a virility to maintain" he said with a firm tone.
Blair pursed her lips and rolled her eyes "He'll get used to it, someday" she answered him a bit bitterly "because Audrey's movies are practically the only thing that manages to calm my nerves when I'm angry."
He turned his head then, and raised both eyebrows as to ask her a silent question.
"Besides that" she corrected herself. "That will always be the best way despite the fact that my future husband doesn't love Audrey as deeply as I do." She said and licked her lips looking in his direction.
He smirked and then reached out to kiss her sweetly. His hand went on her back and he managed to set her on the covers carefully. He started deepening the kiss when his hand had to pass from under her back to her leg. He started to caress slowly and even more slowly until his kiss became wilder and his tastes of her mouth were inevitably vital.
Blair on her account soon put her leg on his back, trying to let him get closer to her without pressing his body too much on her belly. She grabbed his hair and passed her hand through them, enjoying the softness and their vanilla scent.
His hand wandered blindly in the hollow part of the curves under her stomach. He easily lowered her silk panties and put his hand in that dark but well known place he liked of her. His kiss slowed down once one of his fingers got into the deepest of her. His mouth moved a bit away from hers once he started to concentrate and moved kindly into her. From her mouth escaped a little moan. He could tell she liked when he excited her with other parts of his body other than the obvious. He looked at her while he was moving into her, and he noticed her relaxed and almost dreamy expression. He smiled at himself because she was looking above her the most or she was keeping her eyes closed, and then tenderly moved his finger out.
Blair rolled her eyes back, but she knew it wasn't over. He raised her slip over her belly and kissed her there. This time she was looking and him, and she grinned. When she saw him giving other small kisses going down towards her intimacy again, she understood what he wanted to do. His mouth arrived to her inner thigh. He gave her a quick kiss then he started to work his tongue on her small lips. He could feel her legs tense around there and her hands promptly grabbed the covers to give vent to her sexual satisfaction. A small moan exited her mouth again, but then he felt a hand grabbing his hair and pushing him away. "What the...?" he asked, suddenly pushed on his side of the bed.
She put a hand on her mouth, looking at the TV "I need to watch the last scene, shut up."
Chuck made a face "You know this movie by memory" he complained.
She shrugged "I know, but I want to tell our baby that I used to watch Audrey's movies while I was expecting him, and I can't lie that his Father was also making me scream meanwhile."
He sighed and then grabbed her again ignoring her comment to continue what he started.
"Lies exist for a reason."