Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
Dedicated to Guardian Izz, who has been begging through each story for me to write something like this. I promise your requests were not ignored. I hope you enjoy.
"Ms. Waldorf, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Mister Bass's assistant just called. He's going to be a little late for your lunch. She said to order the most expensive thing on the menu and he'll be here as soon as he can," the hostess stated as she approached Blair's table. Blair had been tapping her fingernails against the table with annoyance that she felt asher husband had appeared to be standing her up, but she was greatly relieved that he was only running late.
"Thank you," Blair responded graciously as she began perusing the menu to find the most expensive item like her husband had suggested. It was only fair.
"A beautiful woman dining alone, that just doesn't look right," a middle aged gentleman with a receding hairline spoke up as he approached her table minutes later. "You look like you could use a dinner companion."
"Oh, my not eating alone," Blair began to speak. She didn't get to say anything further as the rude man cut her off.
"Certainly not anymore," the man stated as he took a seat next to her, his hand coming to rest on her knee. Blair quickly brushed it away as she discretely shifted further away from the intrusive man. As he spoke, she picked up the obvious Texan drawl as she glanced at the hideously cut suit he was wearing. If Chuck ever tried to leave their home in something like that, she would hog tie him. "I'm Fredrick Hill. I hope you don't mind me joining you. I'm in New York on a business trip, and I'm afraid I've been rather lonesome. I didn't realize New York was such an unfriendly city."
She tried to sound polite as she responded while subconsciously rubbed her belly. She could feel their child was as uneasy with the current situation as she was. "I'm afraid I do mind. I'm waiting for someone to join me. He should be here at any moment."
"A beautiful woman like yourself, no man should allow you to wait for them. I'm staying in a lovely penthouse at The Empire Hotel. I'd be happy to show it to you," Fredrick stated as he began ogling her breasts. It was so obvious, he was almost drooling.
"That's very kind of you, but I'm afraid I've already seen the penthouse at The Empire . . . several times in fact," Blair stated as she caught Chuck approach the hostess stand to inquire about his wife. Money came out of his pocket automatically as he spoke to the young woman. Blair needed to get rid of the annoying man before her husband created a scene. "And really if you know what is good for you, you'll leave right now."
"What is the hurry, Darling," the man stated as he slid in closer to her, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.
"Mister Hill . . ." Blair stated as she brushed his arm away. She was fighting a queasy feeling in her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was morning sickness or the unsettling feeling of the current situation. She had a feeling that it was the latter. She hadn't really been having morning sickness since she finally told Chuck she was pregnant. Had she known that he was the cure, she would have told him so much sooner.
"Fredrick," the man corrected her.
"Mister Hill," Blair insisted as his hand drifted to her knee once more as she saw the hostess showing Chuck to her table.
"Mister Bass, of course, your wife has been expecting you," the hostess stated as Chuck handed the woman a twenty dollar bill.
"How upset is she with my tardiness?" he inquired nervously. He'd been in a business meeting all morning with some out of town clients. There had been one man that just didn't know how to take no for an answer when Chuck told him he wasn't interesting in the additional opportunity he was trying to push. Chuck had already negotiated the deal that he wanted, and he was meeting with the group out of courtesy.
"Just a little antsy," the hostess chuckled as she discretly pocketed the money, "She calmed down when I told her that your assistant called to say you were going to be just a little late."
"She's going to murder me," Chuck mumbled under his breath as the hostess began to show him to Blair's table. Blair's mood swings were starting to become interesting as she approached the four month mark of her pregnancy. She wasn't outwardingly showing as of yet, as her tiny baby bump was still able to be concealed by most of her wardrobe, but her glow was breathtaking. He watched her wake up every morning with a smile on her face. How long it lasted each day, however, was anyone's guess.
Chuck saw red as soon as he realized that Blair wasn't sitting alone as he watched some complete stranger in a cheaply cut generic suit slide closer towards his wife and slide his hand up her thigh.
"Chuck!" Blair gasped as he approached the table, clearing his throat to announce his arrival. Her mystery dinner companion still had his back to Chuck as she quickly slid out of her seat and threw her arms around his neck to greet him. Her over eagerness to greet him told him that something was wrong with what he had just witnessed.
"You okay?" he whispered into her ear so that only she could hear. She shook her head slightly to let him know that she wasn't. Chuck took a deep breath as he prepared himself to go on the attack. "May I help you?"
"Look, buddy, I don't know you," the man stated as he stood up from the table and turned to face Chuck, "But the woman was throwing herself at m. . ."
"Mister Hill, is it not," Chuck stated as his eyes sparkled as recognition of who was sitting in his chair hit him. This was going to be fun, he realized. The other man's eyes went wide with horror as he looked at Chuck for the first time.
"You know each other?" Blair asked in surprise as her hand slid into her husband's as their fingers laced together.
"We do," Chuck nodded as his free hand began clinching and unclenching into a fist, "I've been trapped in a board room with this man all morning, listening to him drone on and on."
"Mis. . .ter Ba . . Bass. . ." Fredrick began stuttered, "I can ex . . explain."
"I'd love to hear you try," Chuck laughed darkly as Blair's hand tightened in his as if she was warning him to behave, "I'd love to hear how you chose, of all people, my wife to fondle over the wild arugula salad that she is sure to order. In case you missed it, she's married." Chuck quickly produced Blair's wedding and engagement ring that was on her hand that the man had apparently missed.
"She never said she was married," Fredrick stated defensively.
"When did you even give me the chance?" Blair scoffed, "Your hand was on my knee before you even sat down."
"If you have any wish of salvaging the business deal with Bass Industries that I am five seconds away from canceling, I think it is best if you leave," Chuck glared at him with menancing eyes, "Right now."
"Fine with me," Fredrick mumbled under his breath as he moved past the pair, "She seemed like a frigid bitch anyway."
Blair's eyes went wide as Chuck grabbed him by the back of his collar and hauled him out of the restaurant. She hadn't heard what the man had said, but she saw the look of pure hatred in her husband's eyes as he reached out to grab the man. It had been so long that she had seen that look that she almost didn't recognize it. She quickly reached for her purse as she followed him into a private room just off the main lobby that she recalled them using one afternoon for a private interlude just a few weeks earlier.
"Who the hell do you think you are insulting any woman in that way, let alone my breathtaking, pregnant wife?" Chuck growled as he pinned Fredrick against the wall by his throat. The businessman's head slammed viciously against the wall. There was a very loud thud that made Blair a little nervous. She hoped Chuck didn't give the man a concussion.
"Chuck," Blair gasped as she tried to pull him away.
"Answer me," Chuck hissed as he continued to stare menacingly into the poor man's eyes as he thrusted him against the wall once more. The man began gasping as Chuck's hand had closed over his windpipe.
"Chuck, let him go," Blair stated as she forced his face to turn towards her so that she could calm him down. Chuck lost most of his rage as he looked into her pleading eyes. He quickly released Fredrick from his gasp. Fredrick fell on his hands and knees to the floor with his hand over his throat as he coughed in a breath of desperately needed air.
"You had better be out of my sight in five seconds," Chuck hissed at the man as Blair's arms went around him as she pulled into a hug, "And you can tell your colleagues that our deal is off. Good luck explaining to your boss why I pulled the deal which will cost your company fifty million dollars. I suspect you'll need a miracle to hold onto your job after that."
Fredrick stumbled to his feet as he raced for the door.
"Take a deep breath," Blair instructed him once they were alone. He was still stewing with rage that he didn't know what to do with. She could see in his eyes that he was tempted to chase the poor man down and finish what he had started. "You won't do me or our child any good of you end up in jail."
"I'm sorry for ruining our lunch," Chuck sighed as he pressed his forehead to hers as he took several deep breaths. His anger was subsiding as he held her close. He often marveled at the influence she had over his every mood. It was as if she was able to absorb every negative emotion that he had and replace it with a much more powerful and positive emotion.
"You didn't ruin anything," she assured him as she reached into her purse to find something she was sure to put any of his previous anger out of his mind for good, "It wasn't as if we planned on staying long in the restaurant anyways. We always have the food sent up to us in the hotel room that we manage to secure for ourselves." She pulled out a key card to the room she had waiting for him.
"Tell me you've already put in our order," he moaned as he snatched the card from her before he captured her lips in a desperate kiss.
"I was still deciding," she pulled away momentarily her eyes showing a suggestive twinkle as she continued, "Everything sounded so wonderful."
Chuck pulled her out of the room eagerly. He knew exactly what she had been inferring. He quickly stopped at the hostess stand to place their order for one of everything on the menu and to have it all sent to their room. The hostess nodded in understanding as she did as he requested. It wasn't the first time they had made a quick getaway from that particular restaurant, so she hadn't been the least bit surprised.
"You're so sexy when you get so protective of your pregnant wife," Blair cooed as they stepped into the elevator with his hand resting territorially on her pregnant stomach. Their child responded to the touch by fluttering against his hand. Chuck still wasn't used to the new development in her pregnancy and tensed slightly before her hand closed around his and smiled warmly. Suddenly her eyes began twinkling mysteriously. "I think I might have to start flirting with random strangers more often if this is how you're always going to react."
"Don't you dare," he scolded as he pulled her to him rougher than he normally would as he kissed her deeply. They couldn't get to their reserved room soon enough.
TBC. . .