The Bet

Joe's Point of View

I held Emily's hair back, not daring to let one piece of hair fall; Emily was having morning sickness again.

Which made me feel guilty, because I was the one who caused this.

Emily stopped puking and lifted her head up.

"You okay?" I whispered softly.

Emily nodded.

"Want me to make you some breakfast?" I asked.

"You can cook?" She seemed bewildered.

"Amazingly, yes." I smiled.

"Okay."

After I helped Emily up, we both went downstairs to my kitchen. Emily, getting her energy back, jumped up and sat on the counter, watching me make some eggs and toast.

"So, is this what you do to every girl that comes to your apartment?" Emily smiled.

"Nope, only you." I smiled.

When I was finished making Emily's food, I went over to give it to her, but she set it down and pulled me over to her by my shirt. And kissed me, which is a very…unusual thing for Emily to do.

"Aren't I usually the one that starts these kinds of things?" I asked, smiling.

"Well, I felt like being in control for once." Emily flirted as she her hands went to my thighs, I gasped, but Emily just kept on smiling and kissed me.

But I wasn't going to let her win, I kissed her right back and soon we were in a deep make-out session. I put my arms around her petite waist, not pressing hard, or holding hard on her stomach. After a few minutes, I heard someone clear their throat, Emily pulled away, followed by me, who turned around from where I was standing, and still stood in front of Emily.

"Chuck?" Emily and I said in unison.

"I come home to see my little brother, and see him making out with a Waldroff, never thought that I'd see the day that this would happen." Chuck said, casually.

"I'm just gonna go take a shower…" Emily trailed off.

"Okay." I mumbled, she gave me a small peck on the lips before leaving. Then I watched her leave, making sure she didn't hurt herself in normal Emily fashion.

"She's a Waldroff, Joseph!" Chuck hissed as Emily was in the bathroom.

"So what?" I asked.

"So, you can't date a Waldroff! It's against the rules!" Chuck practically yelled.

"Just because your relationship with Blair didn't go well, doesn't mean that you can ruin mine with Emily!" I yelled back.

Chuck seemed a little taken aback by my comment, but I didn't care, I only cared about protecting my relationship with Emily. I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry…" Chuck mumbled.

"Yeah, me too."

"So…was she good?"

"Chuck!"

"Sorry, didn't know what else to say."

"Then don't say anything."

I looked at him, and he looked at me. We both started to laugh.

"That's never even remotely possible."

"Yeah."

Meanwhile, with Emily…

Emily's point of view…

There is absolutely no way that Chuck is going to keep this a secret! He is a Bass after all…but Joe is a Bass, too, and he can keep a secret…no, STOP It Emily! You're talking to yourself now. And you left your clothes in Joe's room…that's just smart. And now there are two Bass's in the house.

I broke myself off of my mind babble and carefully, and quietly, opened the bathroom door, and tiptoed my way out of the bathroom, clutching the bathroom towel around me, praying to God that nobody comes up.

I reach my destination, and carefully open the door, and go in. Making a small yelp noise when I see my sister, Blair, sitting on Joe's unmade bed (No comment on how it was made that way) and slipped and fell on the floor.

"Ouch, Blair, you could've told me you'd be here."

"Well, I didn't expect that you would be."

Realizing that I didn't lock the door, and Joe probably heard me fall, I quickly locked the door just as Joe knocked on it.

"You okay, Em?" Joe asked, I could hear him being slightly worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine…just forgot to grab my clothes." I looked over at Blair who had a hand over her mouth, which was dropped, and I heard Chuck's faint chuckle which was followed by a 'oof' when, I assume, Joe smacked his brother on the stomach.

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, I will."

Once I heard a pair of footsteps in the hallway cease to exist, I looked up at Blair, who was muffling laughter.

"A Bass, Emily? Seriously, I thought that you could do better than that."

I rolled my eyes, "its fine, Blair…" I trailed off.

"You have him begging at your feet."

"I do not!" I shrieked.

"Oh, just wait until Nate finds out…and Gossip Girl!" Blair smiled, "My little sister will finally get her piece of the Waldrof gossip, I am so proud!" Blair wiped away a fake tear.

I rolled my eyes and went over to Joe's closet, I was planning on wearing one of his white-collared long sleeve shirts today, but rolling up the sleeves to my elbows, and just a regular pair of jeans.

"Oh, sweetie, you're really not thinking about wearing that, are you?" Typical Blair, wanting me to change my casual wear.

"Not every day is a party," I mumbled.

"Yes, I know, but you're in Manhattan!" Blair practically exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes and began to change into my clothes.

"So, how's Serena?" I asked, trying to come up with a conversation, hiding the fact that I was having troubles buttoning my pants.

"She's fine, sends her love, we're going to go to the Palace for dinner, you are free to come." Blair noted.

I nodded and mumbled an 'okay'.

"So…Nate's going to be there to, right?"

Blair nodded, "Yeah, why?"

"Don't tell him about Joe, please." I looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Emily C'mon!" Blair exclaimed.

"Please Blair; you know how Nate gets protective over me!" I exclaimed back.

"Exactly, this could make excellent gossip."

"Please, Blair, please." I whimpered softly.

It took a few minutes of doing that, but she caved and we went downstairs, with me wearing one of Joe's shirts and jeans, and Blair looking high-classy like she always does, if someone didn't know us they wouldn't think that we were sisters.

I assumed my original position and sat on the counter, grabbing Joe by his collar and pulling him over to me. I heard Chuck chuckle, and Blair giggle, but I didn't really care. All I thought of was Joe.

I gave him a quick peck on the lips, and then turned him around, so that way his back was facing me. I imagine that his facial expression was bewildered because Chuck was laughing and so was Blair. I gently kissed him on his neck, and placed my arms around his neck. Followed by placing my chin on his shoulder.

I whispered in his ear, "We're going to the Palace tonight for dinner with Blair, Chuck, Serena, and, um, Nate."

"Nate!" Joe half-shrieked. "He'll kill me if he finds out I'm sleeping with, and having a child, with you…but mostly the sleeping with part." Joe mumbled the part about 'having a child with' but said the rest out loud.

"Please? For me?" I asked.

"Emily…he'll kill me!" Joe said.

"Please…" I whispered as I kissed him on the neck.

"Emily…" Joe was losing the battle.

"Please." I whispered even more softly and kissed him on the back of his neck.

"Emily…" Joe continued.

"Please." I practically whimpered as I slid my cold hands up Joe's shirt, making him jump a little.

"Fine." Joe mumbled.

I smiled against his back, "We have to act like we hate each other again, though."

"Oh, that's definitely the toughest." Blair said.

"Yeah it is, especially when you keep on picturing the person on your bed naked." Chuck supplied.

I felt Joe take in a sharp intake of air, and I smiled.

"You are so not helping Chuck!" Joe exclaimed.