As wrong as it was, Blair wanted to take off for the Hawaii anyway.
Her mother had thought that even if she had few irregular contractions every few days she didn't have to postpone her honeymoon.
'It only happens once' she had told her daughter, although Cyrus and her father disapproved. They thought that going on honeymoon in that particular moment wasn't safe for Blair and the baby because there were high risks she could have to deliver the baby before the term. They were sure the contractions wouldn't stop sooner or later, she was in her eight month and everything was possible at that point. She and Chuck would have to rush to a Hospital at the Hawaii and seek help and bla bla bla.
Chuck disapproved too, and Blair wasn't blaming him for it.
He had exposed her the same options her father and Cyrus had, and came to the same conclusions. He didn't want her to risk and deliver their baby in a poor Hospital on an island. He wanted her to be monitored and have her gyno close to home so that if there would be another problem like the day they got married they could hurry up and being helped.
"Why not? I deserve my honeymoon!" she had exclaimed few days after the wedding.
Chuck had sighed and tried to focus on the project he was supervising.
"I don't think is right to do it now. Not after last week. I don't want to go far from New York and risk that the baby is delivered elsewhere."
"They have hospitals there, didn't you know?"
"Not of the type of quality you want."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Quality! Blasphemy." She crossed her arms on her chest. "What are you afraid of?"
He sighed again and barely turned to look at her. "I'm afraid for you and the baby, Blair. If is enough worry. I'd rather stay here and enjoy the city than go to the Hawaii and risk."
"You're using that word too much."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You're seriously worrying too much. I'm not gonna deliver our baby anytime soon and not while we're having our delicious honeymoon. I'm sure -"
"You can't be sure. You aren't mother nature."
"But I'll be a mother and I feel that this baby won't come out before the ending of September" she said with a bitchy face.
Chuck put the project he was looking at aside on the couch and stood up. "You can't control this. If the baby wants to come into the world, he'll sure won't ask you first. He could be delivered in this right moment too, if you'd start having contractions."
She put a hand on her belly and smoothed it lightly.
"But I don't" she nodded and got closer to Chuck. She put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Look, I know you're worried for us but it's okay. Nothing is gonna happen. I haven't had that much contractions since last week, this means I shouldn't worry. Plus, I haven't lost any more blood. Is this enough reason to be worried?"
Chuck bit his lip and looked away for a brief second. She was surely good at trying to convince him, but he couldn't let her doing it all the time. He was concerned for the situation and the fact that he wanted her to be safe should had been enough reason for her to stop asking to go on honeymoon.
He sighed audibly. "You know my answer."
Blair frowned and her expression changed. She suddenly enraged more than before and fumed. She kept glancing at him to try to change his mind with her glares, but Chuck decided he was better off the house to worry much about her next outburst.
She knew deep down he was right. Her father had also thought it was better to postpone the honeymoon, what was wrong in that after all. Instead of leaving few days after the wedding they would leave after the baby will be delivered, probably when he would be older enough to take him with them, around the ninth month perhaps?
She was exhausted to think about a solution so she left the room when Chuck went out and decided to take a nap. It wasn't over obviously.
….
"Hey man" a radiant Nate patted Chuck's shoulder in the afternoon.
Chuck had called his friend when he left the penthouse and told him he was coming over to his old suite at the Empire. He knew Nate was the perfect man to ask for advice, and he surely needed it. He didn't want to be rude to Blair and cancel their planned honeymoon and not try to give her something nice to replace it.
He smirked and sat down on the couch. "I'm glad you still haven't left" he told him. "I want my best friend in town for a little bit longer."
Nate smiled while preparing a glass of scotch for Chuck. He was staying at their old suite at the Empire while he was in New York.
"Well Jenny has to go to Alabama next week and Ohio then we'll be free. She's really having a great amount of proposals, you know."
Chuck nodded. "Oh I see... then you'll be back?"
"I'll be back for the end of September for sure. I need to be here when my nephew will be born... Is Blair alright?"
He smiled. "She's fine. Totally fine. That's the problem."
Nate took both glasses in his hands and reached Chuck on the couch. He gave him his scotch and he started drinking instantly. Maybe he really needed it.
"Isn't it awesome?"
Chuck sighed and looked at his glass. Nate hadn't caught his sarcasm. "She wants to leave for Hawaii, but I said no." He said in a whisper.
"Why would you? You've been planning this for two months. You looked so proud of this honeymoon, I'm surprised you want to call it off. What is stopping you, Chuck? Don't tell me something happened after last week." He asked with concern.
"Nothing happened since we went at the hospital, Nathaniel. Is just... you know, she's already gone to that place once because of the contractions, I don't want her to be stressed and do some efforts. She should try to rest and go shopping with Serena to distract. We should choose the name for the baby and finish the nursery and all the things we may need to do before our baby is born. We can't waste the time that's left to go on a stupid honeymoon."
Nate shook his head. "I get your point, man but I don't think going to Hawaii is going to cause problems for Blair. Is Summer, is hot. Blair is an excited pregnant woman who just wants to have fun with you on a beach with light sand and wear flowery necklaces..."
Chuck shook his head back.
"Then I'm going to take her to somewhere near. Furnish a room as if we were at the Hawaii and have fun there while we're close to the city."
His best friend seemed to smile at some point. "Why don't you take her to the Hamptons? You still have Bart's summer residence, have you?" He put a hand on Chuck's shoulder and seemed pleased with his idea. "You're not far from Manhattan and if something happens perhaps you can fastly get back. Blair can enjoy the beach and the pool."
"You do have a point, Nathaniel."
"I'm sure Blair will like it too. It sounds perfect to me."
Chuck nodded and then stood up. He finished his glass of scotch in one gulp and then smiled at his best friend.
"If by any chance she doesn't like it I'm gonna say it was your idea."
They both giggled and then Chuck finally left.
….
Five hours later Blair was cuddling in the limo with Chuck.
As Chuck imagined, Nate's idea was perfect. Blair hadn't argued to go to the Hawaii anymore but made Chuck promise her they'd go there with their baby boy in the future. He had obviously agreed, they will plan the honeymoon better in the next few months.
It hadn't been any difficult to convince Blair. When he had mentioned the Hamptons she had suddenly giggled like a little girl when she received a gift she liked.
She forced him to leave the same day so she would be pleased and happy again and above all, she would forgive him for not taking her where she wanted to spend a nice month.
She nuzzled her nose on his neck and Chuck rubbed his hand down her back, their bodies were touching and he could feel her belly on his leg. The baby had already kicked three times since they left Manhattan, he had counted them. He wasn't sure if the baby kicks were a sign he was happy to leave for the Hamptons or he was complaining they weren't going to Hawaii anymore.
Blair put her hand casually on his shoulder to grip on him and feel him more on her.
She wanted to have have sex with him again there during the ride, but then the thought was put aside by an annoying sense of tiredness. She blamed the pills her doctor had given her for that, they gave her headaches sometimes and feel as if she wanted to be in bed the whole day.
This was highly disturbing for someone like her that loved being active and go shopping or bake a cake or take care of the Palace hotel. She understood that it would come the moment when she had to stop and rest, but it was just too hard to accept.
Besides that annoyance, she felt as if a new force was rising inside her.
She was feeling less edgy and more horny everyday. Not that she hadn't been throughout the pregnancy, but once she reached the third trimester the sexual pull had become stronger and unbearable. She had been helpless when she had asked Chuck not to visit her for a month, often hiding in her bathroom to play on her body imagining it was him doing that to her.
It was embarrassing now to think about the ways she found to replace Chuck to feel sexual satisfaction. If she told him she was sure he would tell her he had been doing the same, he was so a man.
Now that Chuck was there with her and they were finally husband and wife, sex hadn't been on their to do list since two days before the wedding. They had managed to have sex after it but they couldn't because Blair had had contractions and they had to rush to the hospital, and since then they didn't even try again to do it.
Chuck had let her down every time she tried to seduce him. Once in a gauzed slip that left not too much to his imagination, and another time when she waited for him in bed with a sexy silk red bra and red silk thong by Agent Provocateur of which provocation had been a total fail.
She was angry because of this, that is the reason why she tried to convince him to go to Hawaii. She wanted them to get in bed and love each other, she needed him and he couldn't imagine how much.
In a way she thought Chuck was just being careful. The last time they were about to touch during sex she had had a contraction. She was aware Chuck didn't want to risk and let that happen again, but she was also aware a little foreplay perhaps wouldn't hurt anyone.
She didn't want to tell people who said after you marry you have sex less and less times, were right. It just wasn't in their genes after all.
She found herself buried in a California king bed when she woke up. She realized they were at Chuck's summer residence at the Hamptons already, but she couldn't figure out how did she get there on the bed.
She slowly opened her eyes to find a smiling Chuck beside her. His head was on his hand and he was pleasantly looking at her, clearly in awe of her.
"I had to take you here because you fell asleep" he explained in a whisper.
Blair rubbed her eye and yawned. "Did I fall asleep?" she asked, and he simply nodded.
He extended a hand to touch her cheek and sweetly run its back to caress her. "You've been sleeping for two hours so far. You looked tired for the ride."
She tried to sit down but she failed, so Chuck promptly sat down himself and helped her out. Damn, how she didn't love when he helped her every move. She wasn't a granny yet.
"Those pills will be the death of me" she said with annoyance looking around and appreciating the furniture of the bedroom. She didn't remember the room, but she thought it probably was Chuck's and he had asked to change it for them.
Chuck looked alarmed. "What, you need the pills? Where are them?" He tried to stand up unsure of what to do.
Blair took his hand before he could actually stand up.
"Chuck, stop."
He turned to her, clearly confused. "What's wrong?"
Blair snorted. "This is wrong. All this whole let's help Blairzilla to get out of bed, let's collect her clothes, let's find her pills, let's help her to pee... I'm sick of it. I don't want to be helped. I have two feet and two hands and they both function very well."
He smiled innocently and stroked her hand. "What's wrong with helping you? I do think -"
She shook her head in disapproval. "No no, stop what you were going to say. I know you want the best for me Chuck, but I am able to lower my panties to pee without your help."
"As if you even see your feet or your inner thigh when you pee" he shrugged.
Blair made a face and put a hand on her hip. "Then we have the same thing in common." She raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"What do you mean?"
She opened her mouth in disbelief. She knew Chuck was changing and trying to get better for her and their baby, but she was astonished he would miss her joke. She raised both eyebrows and looked down at her belly to focus back to Chuck's eyes.
"I'm not avoiding that and you know it."
Blair raised her eyebrows again. "Aren't you? Spare me, Chuck." She rolled her eyes. "You are only concerned for my health and if I have contractions. You care if I eat or go to the bathroom and if I take my pills, but truth is you don't care about my desires."
His face hardened. "I can't see the flaw in that."
She shook her head. "Look, I appreciate the way you care about me. The way you hold me and try to keep me and the baby safe, but you shouldn't do it all the time. I am strong... I have a tough armor and right now I'm just too horny to pay attention." She winked at him.
Chuck looked at the nightstand and avoided her glance.
"I don't want to hurt you." He said with a lower voice.
"You won't." Blair tired to reassure him. She took his hand and placed it on her belly. "Stop playing Edward Cullen and make me feel alive. It's an order." She said adamantly.
He turned his face back to her and stroke her stomach lightly, then a tiny smirk appeared on his face. He put that hand on the nape of her neck and got closer. Their mouths met and they kissed vehemently. The kiss wasn't new to Blair since he hadn't stopped kissing her although he seemed he was kissing a porcelain doll more than a person sometimes. It seemed to her that he was trying to kiss her like he used to before they got married, with passion and desire. It was good to know he still wanted her.
His hand went to lower the straps of her summer flowery dress that he calmly tried to get off her. Her belly was a great obstacle for what he had to do, but eventually with her help the dress was soon under her legs and off her feet. He took few seconds after she freed herself to look at her body. She hadn't weirdly put a bra on under her dress. He was mesmerized by her breasts that looked bigger than few days before. He couldn't help but kiss there, his face evidently showing his emotions to her that she smiled pleased at the vision.
His body pressed gently against her tummy all the time as they tried to be careful enough.
Blair wasn't able to move much because of the ultra weight so they couldn't switch positions. They stayed most of the time cuddled on the side into each other's arms. He thrust in her at a slow pace but with abandon, trying to use his hands to stimulate other parts of her body.
Once he saw she stopped kissing him, he understood she was tired. She stroked her nose against his and slowly opened her eyes. He saw contentment in them, and since everything had gone just fine he decided to smile too. He hoped he didn't cause her any hurt or he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. From the look on her face he had been good.
She played with his hair as he smoothed her belly. "I should stop taking the pills" she said out of the blue." It looked as if their moment had been broken since Chuck frowned. "They make me feel so tired... so lifeless. I wanted this to go on" she confessed shyly.
He chuckled. "Do the pills work, don't they?" She nodded. "Then I can't see why you should stop taking them."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Because they make me feel dead. I don't want to pass the days left to the term resting in bed and watching movies and rest again because the pills made me sleep. I can't go past half a hour watching Sabrina that I wake up when the ending text comes on screen." She said a bit enraged. "I can't have sex with you that after few times I'm tired."
"You are almost nine months pregnant, Blair."
She smiled bitterly. "Well I can't wait for this baby to be born then" she said looking away from his face. "I will stop taking the pills." She repeated, but Chuck looked serious.
"Over my dead body."
Chuck of course tried to keep this other promise. Blair had to keep taking the pills or otherwise he would stop having sex with her whenever she wanted to. He would try to close his pants to her and keep her away from his lower body in spite of her behavior.
He thought she needed the pills to help the contractions that often shake her body. She couldn't just stop taking the pills, those were strong pills. Like any other pill she needed to gradually get rid of them so that she wouldn't suffer of withdrawal.
He carefully gave the pills to her and assured she had taken them. Blair didn't look pleased by this since he was in a way keeping both eyes on her and helping less of her moves now, but she was quite annoying by this anyway.
One night of two weeks or so after they'd gotten there at his summer residence, Blair decided to prepare a nice dinner by the swimming pool.
She called the catering while he was busy on the phone with some of his associates, and assured that he was away in his room looking at his mails or something regarding Bass Industries while she adjusted the flowers and the ornaments on the tiny table the servant they had in the residence had prepared.
"What the -" he said with surprise when he spotted the lights on in the pool and Blair standing still in a white sun dress that didn't go past her knees.
He got closer and felt a bit miserable in his khaki pants and a striped white and red polo.
She smiled widely when she saw him smirk.
He kissed her lips fleeting and their mouths curled in a grin once they recoiled few lengths back.
"You didn't have to, you shouldn't had. I don't deserve it." He complained.
Blair shook her head and gave him a faint slap on his cheek. "You deserve it more than I let you know, silly." She said as he grinned and looked down sheepishly. "And this looks like the perfect night for it. Thank the guys of the catering."
He licked his lips, longing. "If I tell you I'd take you instead of the dinner, would you mind?"
She blinked sensually at him. "I'm sure neither I or the baby would if you do."
"Then get ready to get wet."
It didn't take much time for them to skip dinner and get in the pool as soon as their lips touched again. Blair let go of her sun dress and freed him from his polo shirt. He didn't mind throw his short pants on the grass and jump in the pool with his boxers on.
Blair soon followed in her white bikini and diamond earrings, not jumping directly in the pool but using the stepladder as he eagerly waited for her few steps closer in the water.
She immersed for few seconds and then got back in his arms and they started kissing again.
Their kisses taste like tepid water and he was sure strawberry lip gloss. Their hands around each other's body entangled the lover as his hands worked on her lower body to stimulate her, and she did the same on his prominent erection.
She felt his member hard on her inner thigh although their bodies were underwater.
A sudden burn expanded in all that zone and she tightened her grip on him and she squeezed it out as if it was a toy. He moaned in response and kept kissing her mouth and neck and shoulders vehemently. They didn't want to rush and arrive to the penetration just yet.
Blair moaned as well once he gently stimulated her intimacy with his finger.
It felt both frustrating and intoxicating, she wasn't sure of her emotions since she was practically losing herself in his hands, and so was he.
When he finally got in her, she screamed his name as if he was steps away.
He looked at the dark sky of the night and screamed as well while his hands were holding her and he moved his feet to keep floating on the water.
They were both exhausted by the sex after a while, so he decided it was better if they collect their things and get out of the water. Plus, their hands had become wrinkled.
They both lied down on the chairs by the edges of the pool.
"I will miss doing it in the water" Blair murmured.
Chuck giggled. "Then I suggest we buy a jacuzzi."
Blair laughed as well, then kept looking straight in front of her.
"You know, these weeks have been wonderful. I can't believe next week we'll have to get back to Manhattan..." she said with a rather eerie tone and expression.
Chuck had noticed the change in her tone, he didn't want her to feel sad.
"If you want to stay here..." he started, and Blair suddenly turned and shook her head.
"I wanna go home. I wanna have our baby in the city, there in the hospital where my gyno is. I want to feel comforted and watched as Alexander here comes out." She said proudly as she smoothed her tummy.
He smiled and put a protectively hand on hers. Their eyes met and they felt happy for the moment.
They were silent for a little while and she noticed Chuck had drift off to sleep in his chair.
Blair had forgot to take her pill that day because Chuck had to run some errands in the morning and he didn't remember her, so she wasn't that tired to be honest.
She sighed and looked around her. The Hamptons were such a beautiful place to live and she wouldn't mind staying there until the end of the summer which was in less than twenty days, but they needed to get back home.
She had spent a great end of the season with her now husband, and she couldn't not look forward to the ending term of her pregnancy. She couldn't wait to see her baby boy and Chuck's first heir and to hold him close. She wanted to see how it would look like and feed him and dress him with the nicest baby clothing she had managed to find.
She hoped the baby would have a great bond with Chuck too. She didn't want his son to feel unattached to his father like she knew he had been with Bart. She knew he wouldn't act like his father and give the baby all the possible love in this world, but they weren't sure of how their baby would act towards him, if they'd get along... she felt so stupid for thinking about that and the future and all the things she still didn't know. She had to be patient and see.
Blair had agreed to leave the Hamptons on the second week of September.
People were starting to leave the place as their holidays had come to an end, so the place had become quite boring although she barely got out of the house.
She loved to spend the time inside talking with Chuck or cuddling. They played games on a blanket in the garden or eat ice cream sat on a deckchair. They often had sex which satisfied Blair a lot, and swam in the pool. Sadly swimming wasn't possible that much during the last few days, but they barely cared.
The servants put all of their luggage in the limo, and after Chuck had paid them the limo took off.
Blair was on her own looking outside the window. Chuck wasn't that much worried for her, but he was curious to ask if she was feeling sad to leave.
"I wouldn't leave if it was up to me" she said at some point, they were almost arrived. "But I realized summer is over, and we should move on." She turned to Chuck and smiled.
Chuck smiled back and squeezed her hand. "We'll come back next year with Alexander" he suggested, and she smiled widely at the words. "He's going to run on the grass and we'll take him in the pool to swim with us." He started to imagine things.
She seemed pleased by the reverie. "Hopefully our baby will start walking before he is one year old" she shrugged lightly. "Then he'd ruin the walls with his colored pencils" she rolled her eyes at the thought.
"Then we'll baby-proof the place" he said, and Blair nodded.
She turned to look at the window again while Chuck glanced at his phone. Apparently he had an appointment with some people from England the day after. They were going to meet with the board for a project he was so eager to show to his associates.
"I wonder how our baby will look like" she said out of the blue after a while.
Chuck didn't answer at first. He started to get lost in his own thoughts of the baby and the face he could have. He wondered why he'd never thought of that before then, probably because the baby was a truth but still not a reality. He was still in Blair's stomach and only God knew when it would be delivered.
"I mean I'm sure he's going to be beautiful" Blair continued. "But I don't know. The eyes, the nose and the hair. His tiny hands and feet."
"However he will be we'll love him." He said with glee.
She smiled and leaned closer for a quick kiss.
They weren't that far from their penthouse and already in the city when Blair moaned.
Chuck suddenly turned by the noise and she was looking at the floor with fear. He was going to ask if she was okay, but then noticed why she looked so worried.
"Your waters broke?"
She nodded and her hands went on her belly, smoothing it lightly. He got closer and sat on the floor to inspect her. Her yellow dress was practically drenched and he knew they had to hurry for the hospital or either the baby would be delivered in the limo. He asked the driver to hurry and surpass the cars of New York traffic, but he clearly couldn't. It was the rush hour, and the limo couldn't clearly fly.
He took his phone out as Blair wailed and called the gyno. She wasn't that far and if the driver actually found a place to park the car, they would wait for her there.
"Crap, answer." He said angrily until the woman answered. "Look this is Chuck Bass. I don't have time to talk now. You need to reach us in the Upper West Side because my wife is about to have her baby" he explained in a rush, his voice unstable and his other hand gripping Blair's. "No I don't care you're busy and in another state, we need you to help this baby out! I'd give you a house in the Hamptons if you come." He kept talking as Blair started sweating. "No, I have no fucking idea how to deliver a baby! I won't. You are the doctor. Don't tell me what I should do. It's your job!"
Blair moaned loudly in the traffic. "Please Chuck if she can't hang on... And help me with this. Oh my God!"
"What do you say she should inhale and exhale?" he asked on the phone then turned to Blair and she started doing it. She could recall seeing it in a lot of movies and she tried. It was better than nothing. "Good Blair, good" he commented while she squeezed his hand tightly. "What now? What now?" he asked to the phone but received no answer. "What the heck!"
"Chuck close that phone and help me" she said, and since there wasn't any battery left on his phone, he closed it. "I'll push. You need to help me get the baby out of there. NOW!" she exclaimed with rage as she pushed hard and kept screaming in the limo.
Chuck raised her skirt and turned on the lights of the vehicle. He couldn't see perfectly so he suggested Blair to lie down on her back so that he could see better and give her a help. He couldn't believe what was happening and why was happening there. Seriously, of all the time the baby had to be delivered, he decided to get out in that exact moment?
"Keep pushing, I see something" he told her, and she did as asked. "Now I see something brown and it's not the hair of your inner thigh." He said and she gave him a smack on his head. "Ouch" he complained, then tried to work his hands in between her legs.
Blair kept pushing for other fifteen minutes as they were still stuck in the traffic.
"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!" she screamed once and he thought he had hurt her. "I hate you so much it hurts! I'll kill you once I'm – Chuck!" she kept screaming as he tried to focus on her inner thigh. "You disgusting human being who got me pregnant!"
He rolled his eyes and let her scream all that she wanted. "I can see the head, let me touch the head" he told her while she kept pushing and insulting him. "He's going out, oh my God" he said in a sigh with a trembling voice. "Push! One or two times. The baby is almost out!"
"I hate your guts!" she said as she pushed few other times.
Chuck could see the baby's head now and he only had to push him more out. "Two times, Blair. Two times! Last strive! Come on baby, get out of daddy's favorite place!" he incited her as the baby was half out of her. It looked so weird and at the same time so exciting.
Blair gave one last, aching push as he managed to let the baby out. He started crying loudly and the sight of it finally there in his arms made him smile. Blair collapsed back on her seat, droplets of sweat on her face and on her whole body as she tried to get herself together again. She was tired as she had never been.
Chuck held the baby by the feet and slapped the butt lightly, as he knew it was used to do after a delivery, and the baby started crying more loudly. He turned with the baby still in his arms and told Blair to wait a second. He took the towel that wrapped a bottle of champagne not far from him and wrapped it around the baby. Then he took the scissors from the cabinet of the limo and cut the umbilical cord. Watching many shows set at hospitals really helped him in that moment, as much as it was lame to say.
He finally looked at Blair and saw her already trying to bond with the baby that meanwhile had stopped crying. He leaned closer and started to look at the little infant in his wife's hands and couldn't help but smile like a stupid.
"Alexandra is so beautiful" Blair said with a lovely voice.
Chuck frowned and looked confused. "What did you just call my son?"
She giggled happily and smiled widely at him. "She's a girl, Chuck." She informed him proudly and removed the towel a bit to let him see. He smiled in response.
"Hello baby girl" he said with a sweet voice and touched the baby's nose. "Welcome to our world."
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I hope you liked this chapter. I couldn't wait the more for the baby to be born. I hope you like the name as well, I've always told myself that if CB have a baby he/she should be named Alexandra or Alexander. More details about the baby and more fluff in the next chapter. Comments are appreciated! :)