MONTH 3

It seems all good things must come to an end, and that included Serena's lack of morning sickness. Chuck quickly discovered the blonde's new found ailment one morning when he felt her rush from their king sized bed and into the marble bathroom; they'd passed it off as the flu until Serena went to the doctor to bring home news that Chuck was going to have to tolerate a cranky Serena for the next three months. Joy.

"Can't you just take some Tylenol and let it go, S?" Chuck had asked exasperatedly when Serena had complained of a headache while curled up under the cream and dark chocolate covers of their (yes, it's 'their') bed. Dressed in soft shorts and a tank top, with silver trays of food lying about Serena glared up at Chuck while the flat screen TV played 'The Day After Tomorrow'.

"No, I can't just take Tylenol," Serena spat out, "I'm pregnant. It'll harm the baby." She moaned again as a wave of nausea hit her, "I want a muffin."

Chuck raised a brow, "I'll tell Sara to get you one from La Pâtisserie. Chocolate, am I wrong?"

She inwardly cheers that he didn't say non-fat, all organic vegan blueberry because that was the only muffin Blair would ever eat. Serena ate chocolate mousse.

"I'm feeling…banana today. Banana and raisins. With white chocolate."

"…your cravings have already started?"

The blonde smirks, "what, did you think I came with a manuel or something?"

"No. It just says that most pregnant women tend to have cravings in their mid fourth to fifth month of pregnancy. Not third."

"And where did you read that?"

"…"

A burst of laughter escaped Serena's lips causing the color to come back to her face, the tension to fade as she slipped from the covers and made her way to the edge of the bed, dragging Chuck down next to her. Curling up next to him, she flicked at the lapel of his jacket before cuddling closer and kissing his jaw. "I'm just messing with you, King Chuckie," she teases, "I really do want a chocolate mousse muffin."

The dark haired businessman can't even be bothered to remind himself that he'd wasted an extra hour at home languishing Serena because quite honestly, he's never felt happier than seeing her smile. Even if it meant admitting to her that he'd been reading pregnancy books to see just exactly how she would be feeling.

"And Chuck," Serena murmurs against his chest.

"Hm?"

"White chocolate banana raisin muffins are not weird."

"Don't tell me you actually want to eat that."

"I'd like to eat white chocolate off of you."

A pause.

"Did you know that I'm very good friends with Monsieur Pierre at La Pâtisserie?" Chuck smirked, "he'd be more than willing to send a few pounds of white chocolate our way."

"See that it is done," Serena aired, her voice filled with a mock posh accent. Chuck kisses her.

The next day, two dozen boxes of white chocolate bon bons arrive at the Bass Penthouse.

The hotel staff then found three large garbage bags as they were doing their daily rounds on Tuesday. Inside were one hundred thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets…all covered with white chocolate.

Hello UES, it seems that while our S and C are busy playing house, the original C has decided to come blowing back into town. You all know what this means: our king is going to be challenged for his throne and his S. May the best player win.

XOXO,

Gossip Girl