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Here's another update of this story. I promise it's the last one with facing-the-past. Now it'll be all about their new life and the way they'll make it work.

I followed the wishes of the three reviews I got on the last chapter, so they haven't forgive the parents, they'll stay together in Cuba for a while.

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„Well, if that's what you wish for, Nathaniel. Do tell me, do you want to live here for the rest of your life? Become a waiter? Is this your dream come true?" Anne asked in disbelief.

"As if you ever had care about my dreams or wishes, mom." Nate replied.

"That's not true. That's not true, I always cared about you. Made sure you were okay. You had everything you needed and grow up just well. When you were sick, I was there for you. When you had football games, I was on the bleachers. I baked a cake, all made by myself, for every single birthday of yours since the day you were born. Yes, Nate you can blame me for being blind against your fathers failures quite a lot but don't dare to say that I don't care about you. You're my son, my only son and my baby, too. I love you so don't dare to say I didn't pay attention." Anne said, crying by now. "Show me one other mother around here in or in front of this house who could say the same thing about herself."

Nate gulped heavily. It was true. Anne had always cared about Nate and she was there. In contrary to Eleanor or Lily who never gave a damn about the kids. He knew that the others always envied him for it. But the last two years were living hell for Nate. He couldn't get over that easily. "You're right, Mom. You were there. But the last two years. The pressure to be the man of the family every time Dad couldn't play that part. The drug story. Now the arrest, the police and everything that involves the scandal. I can't do that at the moment. I'm really sorry that you have to go through this but you've grandfather. You'll survive it. And no, this here is not my dream. At least not in particular. But I need some freedom now. Next school year will be Senior year. After that comes College. And we both now, that it will be too late then. So, please, trust me and give me some time off now."

It was harder than Nate thought. He bit back the tears. After quite a while Anne nodded and pulled him in a hug. His grandfather sighed. He didn't approve his daughter's decision. But he also knew, that it wasn't his place to say something about it right now. Otherwise than the other issue that needed to be discussed.

"There's something you need to know, Nathaniel." Mr. Vanderbilt said as he eyed his grandson.

"What's that supposed to mean, Serena? I really thought you grow up at least a bit over those past months in boarding school. But now it seems the old Serena is back." Lily said angrily as she rose and shook her head. She started to go up and down in the room.

"No, mom. This time you won't blame me. I bet without Bart you didn't even recognize we were gone." Serena returned.

"Oh, so it's my fault you went crazy again?" Lily asked mockingly.

"No, it's your fault you weren't there. You weren't there when Dad left, you weren't there when Eric broke his arm because you were in Switzerland with Carl. You weren't there when I had my school plays because Claus wanted to show you his newest chateau or Klaus wanted to enjoy the opera in Paris. I'm sick of this game. You should be grateful. Your burden decided to leave you on its own free will." Serena yelled by now.

Lily was shocked. She honestly didn't know how to respond after this offence. And how could she defend herself? Serena was right and she knew it. It took a while before Eric rose to speak.

"Suggestion: We can't work this out right now. I guess, we'll agree here?" he said, more a statement as a question, but still he waited for the two women to nod, what they did. "So, why don't we all take a deep breath, tell what we want and make a compromise afterwards, okay?" Again nodding as answer.

"Okay, mom you first." Eric commanded.

"I want you two to come home. We can work this out, we're a family after all. Not perfect, but a family." Lily said stubbornly.

"Serena, your turn." Eric demanded.

"I want to stay here with my boyfriend, my brothers and my best friends. At least for the rest of this school year. Next year is Senior year. And Eric's sophomore year which he should spend there. But for now, I want a break from the UES and the new family with Bart." Serena explained calmly.

"Well, now it's my turn I guess." Eric sighed and took a deep breath. "Mom, I'd like to stay here. To be honest I NEED to stay here because those four big babies can't manage anything without me." He said and gave Serena a wide smile which she answered with a faked pout. "Now, speaking frankly: I want to stay here with Chuck and Serena."

Lily sat down and eyed her kids for a while. "Well, I guess this is what it takes to make amends. But I have three conditions. First: You call at least once a day. Second: I can visit you whenever I want. And the third one: I know you're suspicious about my marriage with Bart but we're serious. So, that's why I'm going to adopt Chuck. " Serena's mouth fell open. "And Bart wants to adopt you two. I want you to agree to that."

"Works for me." Eric said happily. He loved Chuck as a brother already and Serena would get over it. Bart was nothing like their father, Eric thought, but Bart was never really home anyway so, what?

Serena thought about it. "Okay."

"Wonderful!" Lily clapped her hands as she jumped up and hugged her kids.

"What happened, Blair?" Chuck asked as he tried to calm his heavy crying girlfriend. Blair pulled back a bit and gasped for air. Chuck took her face in his hands and made eye contact.

"Sh…she…she …." Blair tried to tell him.

"Eleanor? What did she do now?" Chuck asked angrily.

Bart watched the scenario in front of him with fascination. Chuck and Blair? Blair and Chuck? When did this happen he asked himself. He caught Blair several times before the cotillion by sneaking out of Chuck's suite in the mornings. But every time he asked Chuck about it, he said she needed help with the preparations. And Bart believed it. Blair Waldorf was after all the girlfriend of his best friend. 'I should have known' Bart thought to himself. His driver told him about the brawl between Nate and Chuck at school one day. But Chuck was Chuck after all. Bart thought he'd probably made a bad joke about the Captain's life or something. But this, right here, the gentle gesture between those teenagers , right in the place he and his wife stood once, made him sentimental for a second.

But the very next Eleanor and Harold came towards the three of them.

"She…she said….she said I'm out of control, out of order." Blair cried even heavier now and pulled Chuck closer again. Chuck felt his pulse race in an unhealthy speed. His eyes were pure anger when he looked at Eleanor by now.

'If he wouldn't hold this girl right now, he'd eat Eleanor alive' Bart thought.

"Out of order, huh?" Chuck whispered towards Eleanor and Harold.

"I don't see how this concerns you, Charles." Eleanor replied arrogant.

"I can tell you how this concerns me, Eleanor. I'm going to kill you if you ever, EVER, insult my girlfriend again." Chuck shouted.

"Kill me?" Eleanor mocked.

"Girlfriend?" Bart and Harold asked in the same moment.

"Yes, father. He's my boyfriend. If you spent some time in New York instead of Europe you would know. But now, that you do…" Blair put her hands around Chuck's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. In the first moment he was too shocked to do anything in response, but just a second later he returned her kiss and pulled her waist closer.

Harold gasped for air. Now this was a shocker. His beloved little baby girl, the innocence herself was kissing the ultimate UES playboy's son, who was a playboy just like his father and who's nickname is devil. When Bart and Eleanor glared at Harold, their reaction couldn't have been more different. Eleanor was concerned that her ex-husband would get a heart attack every second and was angry at Blair for this scene. Bart on the other hand was more than amused to see that Mr. unrealistic-dreaming got a dose of reality and felt some pity for the poor girl that obviously was deep in love with his son and got treated so bad by her own mother.

Bart cleared his throat and Blair pulled back, though Chuck was protesting.

"Well, you two made your point, I guess." Bart smiled. Chuck was scared to the bone. There were a few things his father never did. Smiling was definitely one of it. Smirking, yes. But smiling?

"I don't think so. I've a few things I'd like Mrs. Waldorf to know." Chuck said as he watched her. She flinched for a second before getting back to her arrogant attitude. "You two never really cared about Blair. Let's face it: When Blair nearly killed herself with the bulimic it took Lily to help her. You wouldn't have known until the invitation to the funeral would have arrived."

Eleanor's face fell and Harold looked to the ground in shame. Bart furrowed.

"You're a bulimic, Ms. Waldorf?" Bart asked gently.

She glanced at him in shock and shame as her cheeks turned red. She nodded slightly. "I was until I got together with Chuck. Since then, I didn't make myself sick anymore. And…"she hesitated for a second. "…it's Blair. Please call me Blair, sir."

"Okay, Blair. I'm glad to hear you're healthy again." Bart returned softly. Now this poor girl was more like his wife than he could ever have imagined. But it wasn't the right time to speak about this.

Meanwhile a certain blond opened the front door, followed by a younger, taller blond and made her way across the green to the group. Serena didn't bother to look at the adults before jumping beside Chuck and Blair and pulled them in a hug. "Mom let us stay here for the rest of the school year. Isn't that great?" Serena told them enthusiastically.

"Well, it could be." Chuck eyed his father. Bart put his hands in his pockets and said nothing. Lily came to him and whispered something in his ear. Bart nodded.

"Well, Serena, Eric you two agreed and got what you wanted. Since we're a family, I should give Chuck the same opportunity, shouldn't I?"

"What are you talking about father?"

"Lily and me decided to make this family work. That's why we decided to adopt each other children. Serena and Eric already agreed with me adopt them. Now it's your turn Chuck. Give Lily the allowance to adopt you and you can stay here with the rest of your friends and siblings." Bart offered.

Chuck thought about it. Blair could see a vein on his temple pulse. "I agree. But just to let you know, Lily, I really like you, but I won't call you Mom."

"Fine by me, Chuck. I never wanted to replace her anyway." Lily assured.

"Chuck, I'm afraid we're not done yet with confession." Bart said.

Blair, Serena, Eric and Chuck looked at him confused. "There's something you should know." Bart began but before he could explain anything a door flew open and Nate run out of the house.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" he yelled at his mother who followed him crying. Nate stopped it the middle of the inlay, threw his arms in the air for more dramatic. "I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS!"

"Nate, please…" his mother begged. His grandfather stopped in the door frame and watched the scenario. His daughter created this mess, now she had to suffer it. Nate just shook his head at his mother, as the other persons in the garden caught his attention.

"AND YOU!" he screamed before running towards Bart. The other kids looked at each other confused, only Eleanor and Lily exchanged a knowing look. "HOW COULD YOU?" Nate asked as he pushed Bart hard.

"Nate!" Chuck shouted as he stepped forward and gave Nate a push. "You have no right to push my dad. No matter what he did."

"Right. I have only the right to push my father around, right?" Nate asked Chuck devilish. Chuck was confused so he just nodded once. "Fine, then let me give good old Dad what he deserve." Nate said before he punched Bart right in his face.

"NATE!" Blair, Serena, Lily and Anne screamed in union.

"What the hell is your problem, Nathaniel?" Chuck yelled as he pushed Nate to the ground.

"Ask Daddy!" Nate said as he let himself crush on the floor completely and covered his face with his hands.

"Father, what's that supposed to mean?" Chuck asked.

Bart took a deep breath. He wasn't a man for long explanations but this time he couldn't avoid it. "Back in College, I dated Anne. Somehow it didn't worked out" he wanted to spare the not-worthy-part "and we decided to move on. Anne met Howard, I met Misty and everything was good. But one day, Anne and I did something stupid." He stopped.

"Yeah, and the consequence of this failure is me, aren't I?" Nate spat as he rose.

"Don't say that, Nate. You could never be a failure to me. Howard loves you too. And I bet Bart will learn to love you as a son, too." Anne tried to comfort her son.

"Yeah, and great. So instead of misery my life would become living hell." Nate said.

"What is that supposed to mean, Nate?" Lily asked.

"Look at Chuck. Ask him when Bart had his last father-son conversation just to talk. Ask him when Bart ever had time for doing something with him. Or ask him what he got the last seventeen years as birthday gift. He's such a great father, really." Nate told sarcastically.

"You have no right to judge! You have no f***ing right to judge! Your father is a criminal and a coke head!" Chuck yelled. He never knew he can got angry about something like this.

Nate took a step towards Chuck when Blair got in the space between them and hold up a hand against the chest of each boy to keep them in distance.

Nate looked down at Blair between them. He was nearly a head taller than she but right now she looked even smaller. Somehow it calmed him down.

"You know what? It's not even worth it." He turned around to the adults. "I stay here. Like the others. When I get back, you'll better be gone." And with that he run through the gate away.

Three hours later, their parents were gone. Chuck, Serena, Blair and Eric sat at the kitchen table, arms crossed their chest. Nobody spoke. They needed much time to get over everything what happened and what was said today.

"Ola?! OLA!" a girl's voice filled the room. The girl appeared in the hallway. When their parents left, nobody cared to close the gate or the door. They still waited for Nate to get back.

"Who are you?" Chuck asked curious as he watched the girl. She was probably eight or nine and dressed in a yellow sundress.

"I …. Bring…..that…." the girl explained in broken English as she handed a envelope to Chuck and disappeared as fast as she had appeared.

"What's that?" Eric asked curious.

Tomorrow, 11 a.m., dance studio at Plaza del sol, don't be late, American kid!

José

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