Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"Doctor Finch, my overprotective husband is requiring a note from you stating that my pregnancy is progressing normally and that me and our child are in tip top shape," Blair stated as she rubbed her stomach affectionately as her appointment was finishing. "Also, he might have a specialist contact you wanting to consult."
The appointment had gone extremely well. They had done the sonogram just as she had told Chuck she would. Both her and Serena had tears of joy in their eyes as they caught their first glimpse of Blair's child. She couldn't get over the sound of the tiny little heart was beating so fast. She was grateful to have her best friend at her side, but she couldn't help but wish that Chuck could have been there. The picture the doctor had printed for her was already safely tucked into her day planner. She couldn't wait to show Chuck later that evening when she got home.
"Has he really said that?" Serena asked with a giggle in her voice.
"Not about the specialist, but I know Chuck," Blair glanced over at her leggy blonde best friend who was sitting in the chair next to her with her hand held tightly still. It had been quite the trick to redress after the sonogram as Serena didn't want to release her hand until Blair demanded it back. She certainly wasn't going to let her best friend help her. She was irritated enough that Chuck was still insisting on doing it. "Overkill should have been his middle name."
"I'll have my notes typed up immediately, and I'll have it sent via messenger to your office by this afternoon," Doctor Finch, her obstetrician, assured her.
"Thank you," Blair stated with a satisfied grin.
"Please tell Mister Bass, that you and your child are completely healthy, and everything is progressing like normal. If he should have any questions, he can contact me at any time," her doctor assured her.
"Doc, I wouldn't recommend you giving Chuck your home phone number," Serena chimed in as she snatched the card he had tried to hand to Blair, "He'll start calling you at all hours of the day or night whenever Blair has the slightest twinge."
"The busty blonde makes a valid point," Blair smirked in amusement.
Her doctor had been ogling Serena plunging neck line and long legs since the moment they had stepped into his office earlier. She was certain that Serena was oblivious to the looks as she always had been, but Blair noticed immediately as she had throughout all the years of their complicated friendship. There was a time when it would have made Blair jealous as she always saw that Serena had the perfect life, but the tables were now turned. She was the one with the perfect life and the perfect husband. Serena hadn't been in a serious relationship in quite some time.
"If Mister Bass has any questions, please have him call me, during work hours preferably," Doctor Finch stated, blushing with the realization that his patient had discovered his crush on her friend.
"I'll do my best to keep him under control," Blair laughed as she snatched the card from Serena's hand and shoved it unceremoniously into her handbag as she stood from her chair.
"I'll want to see you again in a few weeks," Doctor Finch instructed her.
"We'll be here," Blair assured him.
"How was your appointment?" Chuck inquired as he guided Blair to the bathroom and the bubble bath that was awaiting her that evening as she stepped off the elevator. She was fairly certain that he was neglecting his work by leaving the office early, but she didn't have the heart to confront him about it yet. Like so many other topics, that too would wait for a different day.
"The notes from Doctor Finch are in my bag," she stated as she allowed him to undress her. She'd learned quickly to let him do the work. He would only glare at her if he didn't get his way. "He said that everything is going wonderfully. He even gave us the first picture of our child."
"I want to see," he smiled widely as his eyes lit up with the excitement like she had never seen before. "Where did you leave your bag?"
"On the hall table by the elevator where it always is," she responded. He finished undressing her quicker than he normally did. He helped her step safely into the tub as she sunk into the awaiting bubbles.
"I'll be right back," he stated as he kissed her forehead before he disappeared from the bathroom as she settled into the warm soapy water. She was left to chuckle in amusement as she waited patiently for him to return. When he reentered he had the picture in his hand and a confused look on his face as he stared intently at the photo. "What am I looking at?"
"Our child," she giggled.
"It looks like the fuzzy picture that you get when the television isn't receiving a signal," he stated as he continued to stare at the image.
"Bring it here," she motioned him towards her as she bit back a laugh. She had thought the same thing until her doctor had taken the time to explain what she was looking at earlier during her appointment. "That is the head and those are the feet."
"And what is that?" he inquired as he pointed to another apparent appendage.
"That is a hand," she stated as she looked at where he was pointing. She had made it crystal clear to her doctor that they didn't want to know if she was having a boy or a girl. He had told her that it was a little too early to tell with any certainty either way but that he would keep it in mind for future appointments.
"Oh," he chuckled sheepishly.
"You said you didn't want to know," she frowned.
"And I don't," he assured her as he continued to study the picture closely, his eyes squinting as he strained to make out the image, "But if it becomes quite obvious, we're not going to ignore it."
"It's a hand," she repeated.
"I believe you," he nodded as he set the picture in a safe place on her vanity before he picked up their story for the evening.
"Chuck, why don't you join me this evening" Blair suggested as she reached for his hand when he took his usual perch next to her.
"This is your relaxation time," he shook his head, "We both know that if I join you, you'll be anything but relaxed."
"Please, Chuck," she whined childishly, "This tub feels so lonely without you with me."
"Relax," he scolded her as he opened the book and began his narration.
Blair reached out and knocked the book out of his hand before he was able to complete the first sentence. Chuck looked at her with a baffled expression on his face. He was torn between his amusement for her action, and anger at her ruining his plans.
"Join me or your precious book will," she stated as she reached over to grab it before he could react.
"Blair," he chuckled as his amusement finally won out.
"Five seconds," she warned him as she started counting in her head as she held the book high over her head, dodging each time his hand grasped for the it.
"That book is a first edition," he warned her, "Do you know how much it's worth?"
"Three seconds, Bass," she counted. She could care less about the material value of the item. It's only real value right now was the attachment that he was forming to the book and the fact that at any moment she could drop it into the water if he didn't do as she wished.
"Give me that book," he stated as he reached out to snatch the book out of her hand one last time. He sighed in relief as he managed to finally pry the book from her fingers. He quickly set the book out of her reach as her hands went to his shirt, yanking hard enough to throw him off balance. At the last possible moment, he was able to brace himself enough so that he didn't fall on top of her although his backside managed to get drenched in sudsy water.
Blair was giggling like a school girl as she maneuvered around in the tub to give him room to fall all the way in without the possibility of injuring her or their child.
"Waldorf," he groaned as his head emerged from under the water as he sputtered the water out of his mouth. Blair was laughing even harder as she reached out to wipe the suds away from his eyes, nose and mouth. "This isn't funny. This silk shirt is now completely ruined."
"So it's Waldorf today," she chuckled in amusement as she rolled her eyes. "I'll buy you another one." He continued to glare at her in annoyance. "Seriously Chuck, our combined net worth is in the billions of dollars, notice that I said billions which is plural. Are you really a little sore about ruining a five hundred dollar dress shirt?"
"Don't forget the thousand dollar pair of pants, the seven hundred dollar pair of shoes, and fifty dollar pair of boxers," he threw in.
"No socks?" she teased.
"And a thirty dollar pair of socks," he added, "Thanks for reminding me."
"So in total, I just ruined 2280 dollars worth of apparel," she added up quickly as she began unbuttoning his drenched shirt so she could peel it from his skin, "Not bad for a day's work."
"It's already ruined, you might as well rip it off," he suggested with a sly grin as she fumbled to get a hold of the slippery buttons.
"Gladly," she grinned as she tore open his shirt.
"We lose more clothes in the heat of the moment," he proclaimed as her hands went to his pants, pulling those open just as roughly. She looked as if she was on a mission to get him naked as quick as possible. It was a mission he was happy to let her take on.
"See, now isn't this relaxing," Blair stated as she sat him where she had been sitting in the tub once he was completely undressed so that she could sit herself in his lap. She brought his hands to her belly before her head feel back against his chest.
"What about the fairytale I planned to read?" he whispered as he looked over at the discarded book on the floor which was well out of his reach.
"Make one up," she responded in a quiet voice. They'd been reading enough fairytales over the past week that she figured he had the general gist as to what went into a good fairytale.
"Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess with beautiful auburn locks named Blair. She ruled the Upper East Side Kingdom with an icy glare and an equally cold interior. Nobody dared to get in her way for fear that she would turn them to stone," he began as he laced his fingers together with hers.
"Chuck, I don't like this story," she stated as she lifted her head, "You're turning me into the cold-hearted villain."
"I'm not finished yet," he chuckled softly as he coaxed her head back to its resting place on his chest.
"Continue," she pouted.
"Princess Blair appeared to have everything that her heart desired, enviable beauty, a magnificent royal palace, plentiful servants to wait on her hand and foot, loyal minions to follow her around eager to do her bidding in hopes that one day they would seek favor with her, and of course a handsome prince," he continued.
"Named Chuck," she sighed happily.
"Oh, no," he shook his head, "This handsome, but dimwitted prince was named Nathaniel."
"I'm telling Nate you called him dimwitted," she chuckled as she squirmed in his lap ever so slightly.
"Go ahead, Princess," he chuckled as he removed a piece of hair that had strayed into her eyes and kissed her cheek gently, "But will you wait until after I finish my story?"
"Yes, please continue," she nodded. She was eagerly anticipating how he would get himself included in the story. If she was the heroine, there was no way he was going to cast his best friend as her prince. Would he ride in on a silvery white horse with his colors blazing to save the day? Or would he duel his buddy to the death to win her heart?
"The dimwitted, yet handsome Prince Nathaniel dotted on Princess Blair . . . tried to be everything that she desired in a mate, but alas the Princess was not satisfied. She yearned for the one thing she had never had . . . passion, passion that came from finding her soul mate and one true love," he went on. Blair began to smile broadly as the story continued on.
"One day, an equally handsome, yet somewhat duplicitous prince by the name of Charles swept into the kingdom. He took one look at the beautiful flowing mane and doe eyes of Princess Blair and proclaimed that he would not rest until he made her his bride. For he could see in her eyes what those around her could not, her cool exterior was merely a façade, a window into her unhappiness. The charming but deceptive prince knew he needed to take action, so he set himself on a path to tear the betrothed Prince Nathaniel and Princess Blair apart.
"He feared that it could not be done as everywhere he went throughout the land he was told what a perfect match the pair were, but his fears were quickly diminished as it took no effort on his part to tear the lovebirds away from each other. Princess Blair took one look at the dark and mysterious new prince that had entered the kingdom and realized that she could not marry her intended for she was in love with the stranger with whom she had never spoken. She was desperate to find a way out, but everyone in the kingdom, included the King and Queen, her parents, were adamant that she marry Prince Nathaniel.
"The princess could no longer tolerate following the orders of others so she stole away in the middle of the night to a wondrous, if not slightly dangerous new land to the north that she knew Prince Charles ruled called Victrola (Blair began giggling at his reference). She approached the dark and mysterious prince, but found that she had no words that would adequately describe the feeling she felt inside for this stranger, so instead she decided to show the prince what was in her heart by gracing him with a dance. Prince Charles was so mesmerized by the beauty that was Princess Blair that he proposed marriage. The magnificent and wise princess eagerly agreed as they rode off into the sunset in a beautiful and spacious limousine where they feel into each other's arms, declaring their undying love for each other as the consummated their union over and over and over and over . . ."
"Okay, I get the point," she interrupted him as she began giggling uncontrollably.
"And they lived happily ever after," Chuck finished with a flourish as his eyes twinkled in amusement.
"I love that story," Blair grinned widely as she turned slightly in his lap so that she could caress his chest lovingly.
"I love that the story is really our life, and we are living our happily ever after," he stated as he took her hand on his chest, lifted it to his lips and kissed it lightly.
"You will be in charge of telling our child bedtime stories," she announced as her head came to a rest against his chest once more, "You're so much better at it than I could ever hope to be."
"I didn't believe in fairytales until you came into my life," he whispered as he captured her lips softly.
"I came into your life when we were children," she pointed out, "You didn't have to wait very long."
"Yes, I did. You didn't truly come into my life until that fateful night at Victrola. Before that evening, I was merely the nuisance in your fairytale with Nate. It took that night at Victrola for me to realize that I could be the star in your fairytale of a life, I just needed to stand up and be the prince you wanted," he explained.
"And you certainly are that prince," she mused as she nuzzled her nose against his neck, inhaling the faint hint of the cologne that still clung to his skin after his head first dive into the tub.
"I love you, Blair," he proclaimed as he rubbed her stomach gently.
"And I love you, my handsome yet slightly duplicitous Prince Charles," she giggled into his chest.
She suddenly felt a strange flutter against her stomach. Chuck felt it too as he tensed beneath her. "Chuck!" she gasped happily as her hand closed around his, moving it slightly so that he could feel the fluttering a little more intensely.
"What is that?" Chuck asked, his voice full of panic as the fluttering continued, "Do I need to call Doctor Finch? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong," she assured him quickly, "That's our baby kicking for the first time."
"Are you serious?" he gasped, his voice full of awe and wonderment.
"That is the proof of the love we have for each other making his or her presence known," she smiled as she looked into his eyes. His eyes were shining with the happiness that her proclamation brought him.
"The fairytale continues," he added as he kissed her once more.
TBC. . .
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