Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"Do you want to know or do you want to be surprised?" Blair inquired as she lay in bed that evening. Dinner with their family had gone very well. Everyone was so happy and excited for the new adventure pair were beginning.
Chuck was still moving around their bedroom as he hung up his suit jacket and tie before throwing the rest of his clothes and hers into the dry cleaning pile for their housekeeper to bring to the cleaners in a few days.
"Surprised by what?" Chuck inquired as he paused to look at her. He had lit the relaxation scented candles when they retired for the evening. Blair found this new ritual highly amusing, but she let him have his fun. It seemed to keep him calm.
She looked absolutely stunning in the candlelight that bathed the room. Her curls had been released and cascaded around her shoulders. She was in a knee length ivory white nightgown that Chuck had purchased for her days earlier along with several other garments. The gown hugged her curves ever so slightly and accentuated her slight stomach bump.
"Do you want to know if we're having a boy or girl, or do you want to be surprised?" she elaborated as she rubbed her stomach affectionately.
Chuck came to her side in only a pair of boxers and pressed his lips softly to her stomach through the silk fabric. Blair closed her eyes to savor the feeling. His breath ever so slightly warmed her skin.
"All I want to know is if our child and its mother are healthy," he mumbled against her skin.
Blair had her first sonogram the next morning. She was nervous about asking him if he wanted to be there. Serena had already volunteered if Chuck decided he didn't want to go.
"Do you want to go with me tomorrow to my appointment?" Blair spoke quickly so that her words almost ran into each other.
"Repeat that a little slower, Baby," he chuckled softly against her skin. He couldn't understand what she had to be nervous about with him. The hesitation in her eyes was finally gone after she spilled her pregnancy secret the week prior for which he was immensely grateful. He thought that her revelation would eliminate any tension between them, but he must have been wrong.
"I have my first sonogram tomorrow. Do you want to be there?" Blair spoke slower as she started to ramble on, "If you don't want to be, I completely understand, and Serena said she would go with me."
"I have been giving this some thought," he replied as he pressed a finger to her lips to silence her, "I want to be there for you and our child . . . but I know you see how terrified this is making me. As I've told you, I want a child with you, Blair, but I'm afraid that all of my insecurities and pain that come with my mother dying while giving birth to me will cripple me in the wrong moments. I think having Serena with you is the best option for all of us."
Blair nodded as she sat up to kiss away the tears that had trickled down his cheeks.
"I still want to be a part of this pregnancy," he insisted as he caressed her stomach, "I want to help you get the nursery ready, and shop for baby clothes and toys. I want to satisfy all of those weird food cravings that pregnant women are famous for getting. I just don't think I can be there for the doctors' appointments or the delivery."
"Okay," she agreed as she captured his lips. "It's okay. I know how difficult this will be for you. I know how scared you are that you'll lose me, but that isn't going to happen. I'm going to be just fine."
"With all my heart, I want to believe you," he responded as he captured her lips again, "I'm sure my father believed my mother, but she didn't make it. For most of my life, I have been defined by that loss. My father never fully recovered from it, and by extension, I have never fully recovered. You have turned my life around and made me see the good in it, but there is still that part of me that is waiting for the bad to come knock me back down to reality. These years that we have had together have been amazing, but the pessimist in me is waiting for that to come crashing down."
"I know," she responded as she caressed his back gently, "And I am going to do whatever I can to see you through this. When we hold our child in our arms for the first time, I hope you'll be able to finally see how powerful our life together is. Nothing is strong enough to tear us apart."
"I love you so much that I almost believe that," he replied as he pressed his forehead to hers as his hand continued to caress her stomach gently.
"I love you," she replied as she laid back against the pillows so that he could have better access to her stomach. He spent several moments each night caressing her stomach with his hands and his lips while talking softly to their child. She didn't invade their private conversations by listening in. She allowed them their private time.
"I can't wait to hold this child in my arms," Chuck stated as he slid up to capture her lips with his after his private moments with their child ended.
"Me either," Blair agreed as she caressed his chin gently, "I want this child to have your eyes . . . your mother's eyes, she looks to have had a kind heart just like I see in you."
"Blair," he choked out. They had never really talked much about his mother. They'd worked through the pain of his father's loss, although there was one day a year that left him paralyzed with pain and anger, the anniversary of his father's death. It appeared with each passing year that the pain was becoming worse and worse. It forced Blair to become more and more creative with ways to see him through.
"We don't talk about her," she stated, "We should."
"There isn't much to talk about," he sighed as a tear slid down his cheek, "Bart never mentioned her, and there were very few people in my life that knew her."
"You have her eyes," Blair stated as she kissed each of his eyelids as they fluttered closed.
"And her smile," he nodded, "That was one of the few things that my father told me rather reluctantly. It was a rare occurrence that he spoke about her that it surprised me."
"She was a philanthropist," Blair stated as she ran her fingers through his chocolate hair, "She loved to champion charitable causes. She was one of the first people in the UES that saw the need to raise awareness for the AIDS epidemic, long before it became the socially popular cause it became."
"How do you know this?" he inquired curiously as he kissed her neck softly. He smiled at the gasp that escaped from her lips as his closed around her collarbone.
"You aren't the only that was curious about her," she assured him as she nudged him away gently so she could concentrate on their conversation. She knew he was trying to distract her from their current conversation, but she didn't want to be interrupted.
"She also loved environmental causes. She was always pushing my father to be smart about his development projects, to go 'green' before that term was even coined," he added as he conceded to her wish of having the conversation, "She was such a forward thinker. I often wonder how the world would be different if she'd lived. Mine obviously would have."
"You would have been happier," Blair stated.
"Probably," he nodded, "At least as a child."
"Do you think we still would have ended up together?" she asked, her eyes darkening with the sadness that told him that she didn't think they would have.
"I don't know," he sighed, "I like to think that we are inevitable, but I'm not so sure that we would have ever met. I wouldn't have gone to the same school. I wouldn't have moved in the same circles. I wouldn't have had the same life. Having said all that, I think we could have found each other."
"I would have made sure to find you," Blair stated, "We're too perfect for each other to waste on someone else."
"Yes, we were," he laughed softly as he began kissing her stomach again, "I'd like to think that I'm taking on some of my mother's work with what we're doing at Bass now with the medical research we're expanded into and the environmental acquisitions that we've made."
"She'd be proud of you," Blair assured him as she continued running her fingers through his hair. His eyes closed as he savored the feel of her painted nails lightly scratching his scalp.
"She would have loved you," Chuck stated as he captured her lips.
"And I would have loved her," Blair agreed, "How could I not? She gave me you."
"Bart would have loved you too," Chuck stated as he kissed her again, a little deeper that time, "He would have loved the influence that you had over me . . . the calming effect you have on me."
"I wouldn't have told you I loved you when I did if he hadn't died," Blair stated as tears fell down her cheeks.
"I already knew how you felt," he confessed, "As I told you that night I came to you after the debacle in Brooklyn, it wasn't that the words weren't true, it was because we knew that as soon as they were said that it wouldn't be the start of something it would be the end. I just wish I realized that it would have been the end of my unhappiness."
"So much wasted time," she sighed, "All the stupid games we played with each other."
"It's the past, Waldorf," he reminded her as he linked his fingers with hers, "We're here now, together."
"I love you, Bass," she sighed happily.
"I love you, Waldorf-Bass," he smirked.
"It just doesn't roll off the tongue like it used to," she chuckled.
"I'm open for suggestions," he laughed along with her.
"How about we go with Bass," she suggested.
"Your legal last name is Waldorf-Bass," he pointed out as he began nibbling against her neck.
"What if I changed it to just Bass," she inquired as she lifted an eyebrow in curiosity.
"I'd never let you," he assured her as he stopped his ministrations to look in her eyes, "As much as I like to tease you about it, I love that you feel independent enough to keep your last name."
"Your mother took your father's last name," Blair pointed out as her hands caressed the nape of his neck, tugging gently at the ends of his hair.
"She wasn't Blair Waldorf-Bass," Chuck stated as he kissed her.
"Remember what I said last week about pregnancy making me more insatiable than usual," she cooed seductively in his ear.
"How could I forget?" he laughed, "We've spent nearly every waking hour together in bed. I don't know how we've managed to pry ourselves away from each other to go to our offices. We've even managed to sneak away from our work to be together, which is more difficult for you at the moment than me because of fashion week right around the corner."
"My point is," she rolled her eyes at his response.
"Yes, by all means, get to your point," he grinned expectantly.
"We haven't made love all evening," she replied, "And my hormones are screaming out for you."
"Is that so," his grin grew wider.
"Chuck, I've never had to beg for you to make love to me, please don't make me start now when I'm pregnant with your child," she snapped as she pulled him on top of her forcefully. He had no warning as he landed in a heap on top of her. His eyes went wide with fear that he had hurt her and their child.
"Are you okay?" he asked quickly as he pulled away frantically.
Blair was giggling incessantly at his overreaction.
"Not funny, Waldorf," he growled, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she continued laughing.
"And the baby," he pressed as his hands went reflexively to her stomach as he caressed her gently. He felt his stomach churning with the possibility that he could have harmed her or their child.
"Fine," she assured him as her hand closed around his, "You barely fell on me."
"What the hell were you thinking, pulling me on top of you like that!" he exclaimed with the outrage he felt.
"Don't snap at me," she hissed back, "You are overreacting! I am a hundred percent okay, and so is our child."
"I'm sorry," he sighed in relief as he apologized for his harsh tone. If she was feisty enough to be yelling at him, she was as okay as she said she was, "Though I do want a written report from your doctor tomorrow confirming just how fine you are."
"Fine, as long as you finish what we have yet to start. Chuck, I'm dying here," Blair stated as she grabbed a hold of his shoulders and began shaking him, "Please, Chuck, I need you."
His hands instantly went to the hem of her nightgown, lifting it up over her head. He sat back for a few moments to gaze over her features. She was now clad in only a pair of ivory La Perla panties. He found himself flashing back to their wedding night. She had worn a similarly colored nightgown and panties. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed the similarities until that moment. He wasted little time in tearing them from her body as he proceeded to ravage her that fateful evening. She hadn't worn anything similar to that ensemble until this current night.
"Do you realize what these resemble?" Chuck inquired as he slid her panties off of her body as he began caressing her thighs affectionately while holding up the pair of panties for her to view.
Her mind was too clouded with lust to have any idea what he could be referencing. All she wanted was for him to take her, not play guessing games. "Chuck," she moaned in desperation, "Please."
"Our wedding night," he prompted her as he threw the garment over his shoulder, "The night we made love so many times we sleep through the entire next day due to exhaustion."
"The trip down memory lane is not helping matters right now, especially that memory," Blair gasped as one of his hands closed around the sensitive bud of her breast.
"We've had a lot of spectacular evenings, but I don't know if I ever lost feeling in my lower extremities like I did that night," he chuckled.
"That was the only way we were going to stop," she added in amusement before she moaned as he lips closed around her breast, her back arching in pleasure. "Chuck!"
"I love how you call out my name in the throes of passion," he mumbled against her skin, "You are the most exquisite creature on earth when you're moaning out my name. My name always felt like a curse until you came along."
"Now it's a cure," she gasped as her hands found their way into his hair, holding him close so that he couldn't escape if he had any thought of it, "My cure."
His boxers quickly found their way to the floor as he slid into her. Her moans of joy spurred him on as his hands and lips worked in unison to bring her the pleasure she so desperately sought. She repeatedly arched herself into him with each thrust he made inside her. He knew which buttons to push to bring her the release she needed, but tonight he wanted to prolong her joy. When her moans usually spurred him to move quicker, tonight he slowed down. Her cries turned desperate.
"Please, Chuck, not tonight," she gasped as she forced his lips to come down on hers as she thrust her tongue in between his lips, the one control she had of their current union. "Please give me my release. I need it so desperately . . . we need it so desperately."
Chuck saw the tears of joy in her eyes and took pity on her, bringing her to her point of oblivion. He collapsed next to her after he released inside her. They were both panting for air as they tried to recover.
"Thank you," she stated as she rolled towards him once she finally caught her breath.
"For what?" he asked curiously as he wrapped her in his arms protectively.
"For always being what I need when I need it," she stated as she ran her fingers through the hairs at his chest. "I love you so much, you and this family we are creating."
"I love you, Blair," he replied as he captured her lips with his as he kissed her softly, "You and this child we created out of our love for each other. You are giving me the best gift anyone could ever give me."
"You're giving me that same gift," she replied as she kissed him in response as his ringed left hand settled on her stomach. Blair turned slightly so that she was resting on her side so that her left hand could settle over his, their rings coming together like magnets as they fell into a blissful slumber.
TBC. . .