Chuck stared at the photo once again in disbelief. Ever since, the first blast came out, the pictures of her have seemed never ending. Her and her bump, despite all the clothing, consisting of ruffles and loose shirts and skirts he and everyone else could see it now, she was almost 17 weeks pregnant now, the end of her forth month according to the book he was reading. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face as he closed his phone, she was gorgeous, she glowed, and he didn't know if it was the editing of the photos, but he would find out soon. He looked out at the scenery; the fields of the vineyard had sprinkled white dust on them, as it had just stopped snowing a little after he got off his jet.
Chuck took a deep breath as he saw the chateau approaching. She was alone, well not entirely their child still kept her company, He already knew about Harold's threat, to stay away, so he got the right away from Mike that Harold and his Partner went to the market, then to dinner, for some reason Blair was staying behind, Mike assumed that perhaps it was a date. Chuck squeezed the peonies in his hand, as his driver pulled in the circle driveway of the chateau.
Blair rested more into her pillows on her bed, in her room in the chateau. She was lying down on her bed resting after the dinner her father made her eat before he and Roman went for a Romantic night out, finally caving to a nagging Blair that they were always with her, she was fine, one night away from her would not kill. Her father hesitantly agreed, laughing at his daughter who was literally pushing him and his partner out the door. But honestly it wasn't about the couple at all, Blair just needed time to herself, to breath, she even sent out the maids and staff for town for a few things, even paid for a dinner at a local diner. Ever since she got here and shortly after when they left for Roman's family's annual winter vacation in Costa Rica, she was never alone, her father always made sure that someone was with her, and it drove her crazy! She made a note to herself ever since they got back from their extended stay, to find a way to be alone and now she finally was.
She flipped the page of the book "what to expect when you're expecting" apparently it was the baby bible, or something, but so far she like it, and she had been reading it nonstop ever since she got it while in Paris, for her monthly check up two days ago. She finally got to chapter of where she currently was, the forth month, the end of it, Blair thought. The book had so much information, that she didn't know, she honestly felt bad, she ate whatever she liked and whatever she was craving while she was Costa Rica, it was mostly fruit but still she should of known better, taking her daily prenatal vitamin was NOT enough, she should be eating more! But Blair rested the book down on her chest and looked down, she already had a massive belly bump, the doctor in Paris though informed her that was because she was so tiny before becoming pregnant, and that any added weight especially with a baby, would be immediately visible, to Blair's dismay. And she was only 4 months and she looked like she was 6! And don't even get her started on her breast she was an almost B when she left NYC and now she was completely a full C and then some! Luckily though they weren't sagging, but from what she read, they were only going to get fuller, gravity would have to take effect eventually she thought. Blair sighed and lifted up the book from her chest and continued reading about the 16th week, which she was almost done with, when she heard a noise coming from downstairs.
Chuck stepped up to the door after his driver let him out and gave him his one luggage bag. Chuck took a deep breath as he turned the door knob surprised that it was open, then hastily opened it and went inside trying to quickly close it, quietly, but seeing as the snow was just starting to fall again, and the wind was picking up to a dangerous speed, the wind caught a hold of the door, slamming it shut. Chuck silently cursed, and then he heard it.
Blair sat up; "hello?" she said more to herself and her empty bedroom. "Daddy?" she yelled enough that it would've carried through her open door, down the stairs to the foyer.
Something in Chuck lifted after hearing her voice, it had been way to long, he didn't know why, but something happened when they slept together on Christmas, It was more than the butterflies that he had always when he was with her, maybe it was just the fact that she's pregnant with his child, he honestly didn't know, but it was the most wonderful and scariest feeling Charles Barthomew Bass had ever felt.
Chuck didn't know why but he knew it was better, if she came to him. Charles then took a deep breath and dropped his only suitcase on the foyer. Blair gasped. And swung her legs over her bed, to her slippers. Chuck waited a good minute to see if she would come see what the noise was. He rolled his eyes and took another breath, and looked down to see his snow covered shoes. Well have to get the snow off somehow…Chuck thought, Blair sat there stunned and wished for what the noise was to go away, Blair relaxed when there wasn't another noise for sec, maybe it was just her imagination, the prenatal vitamin's getting to her, or her hormones, Blair gasped, when she heard stomping, oh my god, Blair jumped up from sitting on her bed, best to ability, and looked around her room, for something to protect herself with. She spotted an umbrella by her desk, she walked over to it, and grabbed it, putting it up, walking towards her door. "I know you're here, and I don't know who you are, but I you are going to be so sorry, for breaking into my house!" Blair yelled out her door, trying not to have a shaking voice, this is it she thought she was pregnant so she couldn't run fast, this is how she was going to die, pregnant, in an empty house, from a robber, how cliché.
Chuck rolled his eyes and tried to stop himself from laughing; Blair licked her lips, and stepped out of her door into the hallway. Chuck stopped stomping and waited, it wouldn't be long, "Hello?" Blair said as she walked towards her staircase, cautiously. Chuck bit his lip as he hastily went into the next room, not wanting to be seen as she came down. Blair gasped her umbrella tightly as she began to walk down the winding staircase. "Hello?" Blair stepped off the last step and cautiously looked around. When she looked over her shoulder, she breathed a sigh of relief, "hello Waldorf" Blair turned around and screamed, and began beating the man standing right next to her. "Ah, ah, what the hell stop?" Blair gasped as she saw who she was beating. "Chuck?" Chuck grabbed his shoulder that was now hurting from Blair hitting it. "Fuck Waldorf" Blair gapped on as she starred at him, "You-you BASSTARD!" Blair yelled as she began hitting him again with her umbrella. "AH! Wal-Bla- STOP!" Chuck said as Blair kept hitting him. Chuck grabbed a hold of the umbrella and threw it to the floor, "I swear you could kill someone, with your swing" Chuck said holding his arm and shoulder, where Blair was hitting at. "That was the point." She said with a glare. Chuck looked down at her, and smirked, he missed this, despite her almost beating his left arm and shoulder to death, he still missed this. Blair caught the small smirk and almost smirked back, that was always the best thing about them, somehow they could spot each other across the room, and just one look and they would already have a plan of social destruction to whomever crossed with one of them.
Blair slightly shook her head "what the hell are you doing here?" She said crossing her arms over her growing chest, blocking his view. Chuck looked down at her unfazed, "I think that's the question I should be asking you" Blair sent daggers up to him; did he really, honestly just ask that? She scoffed, "You can see your way out" She said turning around from him, doing her best not to waddle in front of him, even though that was the easiest way to walk. Chuck opened his mouth to retort something, when all of the lights that where on in the house flickered, then they both heard the power surge off. Blair slowly turned around to face him, despite being only a few feet away she could only see the outline of his body, this is just fucking great. Blair thought as she starred into the darkness of the house.
A.N. Sorry sorry soo freaking sorry senior year is a lot! Harder than expected but I know it's sort of short, but I got it out. This is part 1 of power outage. They're will be another one, maybe 3 I'm not sure, but with Christmas break coming up, and the semester FINALLY ends, I'll be writing a lot more! Please be forgiving! Lol and review! Love you lots! –Kelle_belle.