"What in the fucking hell are you doing here?" Blair spat once Georgina had telephoned Nate who had rushed right over to Blair's penthouse, picked the unconscious brunette up off the floor, and carried her unto the couch.
Now, sitting there with disheveled hair, a rumpled dress, and an agenda more fucked up then last year's Armani spring collection, Queen B could feel a migraine of epic proportions coming on. She seriously had no time to deal with Georgina Sparks and her nine months pregnant stomach right now.
In turn, the pale jade eyes of Georgina Sparks narrowed and her smile, lipstick covered and vicious, cut like a knife. "Oh, calm down, B," she chided gently as she manage to waddle towards one of the empty love seats adjacent to the sofa. "Now, I've called Dorota to prepare us some tea. Ginger root is supposed to be wonderful for the baby."
Blair's eyes widened. "You have no right to tell Dorota to do anything! In fact, you don't even have a right to be here! Get your pregnant ass out of here right now or else I'll call NYPD and have you arrested for breaking and entering." she got up to her feet, marching towards Georgina's placid form, her lips downturned into a sneer. "You know full well that I have a file of your criminal acquaintances tucked away and you know I could have you thrown in jail within the next twenty minutes. So tell me, Georgina, what made you think coming back to the Upper East Side was in your best interest?" her smile was sickeningly sweet but the coldness blazing in her doe brown eyes - like an arctic windstorm - could not be missed.
Georgina smoothed back a lock of dark brown hair, its deep hue even darker than Blair's as she began to braid it in an almost childlike fashion. "Now, now," she smiled, "I don't think it's very nice of you to kick out a woman who's about to give birth. I'm due in three weeks, B, and no police station in America is going to keep me locked up when I look like this."
"So you're selling out your unborn child to keep yourself out of federal prison?" Blair mocked, hands on her hips, "I should've known better. People like you don't change, Georgina. I'm willing to bet my 2014 Gucci clutch that your baby daddy is some crack dealer who knocked you up and left you high and dry. To be honest, I'm amazed that your parents haven't cut you off yet, with all the crap you pull, princess."
Georgina's smile tightened and her hands dropped from her hair, clutching the armrests while her eyes turned blank.
Blair gave her a satisfied smirk.
"Angry that I'm right?" the Queen B jeered relentlessly as she turned on her heel, ready to walk out, give Nate a phone call and then page the NYPD to get Georgina's leather clad ass out of her penthouse.
"Don't you want to know what this baby has to do with Serena?" Georgina suddenly called, causing Blair to freeze mid-step as a wide grin appeared on Georgina's face. She settled back further into the love seat. "Come on, B. I know you can't resist not knowing the unknown. And as far as you're aware, the van der Woodsen family has scattered. Maybe this baby is William van der Woodsen's and I'm to be Serena's new stepmother. You know, I'm the last woman he was with before he up and croaked. What do you say, B? Curious yet?" she clasped her hands atop of her rounded belly, crossing her ankles languidly as she watched Blair's still form.
Blair wrestled with the idea of actually indulging Georgina or doing the reasonable thing and calling the fucking cops. If there was anything Blair knew better than anyone was how to successfully pull off the bluff card. Georgina was certainly a master herself but really, the doe eyed manipular mused, she certainly did seem unbothered by Blair's catty comments - slightly irritated yes, but not quite worried.
Was there an iota of truth in her words? Oh fucking hell.
The brunette pivoted on her heel as she slowly spun back around, brown eyes meeting jade green. "If you're lying about this, Sparks, I will have my team of lawyers her so fast that not even your mommy and daddy will be able to save you from facing the high court and they'll have enough fraud accusations to rival Al Capone's pool of victims." her voice was a deadly hiss that slithered across the marble floored high-rise and, in Blair's doe brown eyes, there could be seen traces of something so akin to disgust that Georgina felt her skin crawl.
Before she could even open her lipstick coated mouth, Blair marched over, the sharp click of her heels against the white marbled floor caused Georgina to wince as everything was just so much more…in tune when you were pregnant.
"Talk." Blair snarled, arms akimbo as her right foot tapped impatiently, acting as a metronome to Georgina Sparks's tale of woe.
The woman in question gave her another serene smile, though this one was far more cutting than her previous smirk of satisfaction, before tossing her head back in one last act of defiance. "You see, it all began shortly after the van der Woodsen fortune was snatched. I was vacationing away on Martha's Vineyard when, to my utter surprise, I saw little Eric van der Woodsen arrive - all by his little way lonesome. I suspected he was taking a job up here since he had not a penny to his name but," she hesitated, "I was wrong."
Wrong for so many reasons but it's the little van der Woodsen who got you to realize this? Brava to him. Blair cocked up an eyebrow, feigning disinterest.
"What are you getting at, Sparks?"
"I'm saying, Blair, that little Eric van der Woodsen came up to quaint little New England with an agenda that he put into action all too well. You see, B, Eric is my child's father."
A hundred emotions sprinted through Blair's mind but all she could process was disbelief, anger, frenzied irony, and complete and utter agony for the blonde UES princess. "Tell me everything." Blair instructed, her foot nearly giving out as she managed to wobble her way into the other love seat, her hand trembling as she reached over towards the little side table placed in between the two smaller sofas. Georgina watched her with vindictive amusement as the Queen B shakily uncorked a bottle of vodka and began to pour herself a glass.
"You won't need water," Georgina interrupted as Blair reached over towards the bucket of ice, "this is a story you're not going to want to be sober for."
Blair's eyes narrowed. "You…is there a Dan Humphrey and Carter Baizen involved in this?"
She smirked. "But of course."
Nate Archibald sat alone in the Archibald lake house located right on Cape Cod, a glass of bourbon (he hated bourbon) in his hand as he sat motionless gazing out into the grandiose bay windows. The sky was the shade of weathered pearls, luminescent from the artificial light emitted out from the lake house as the dark navy ocean stormed away - the way Serena's eyes did when she was in distress.
Serena.
Nate took another mouthful of bourbon, forcing himself to swallow the bitter liquor before shaking his head and taking a deep breath. Why Serena? Why on fucking earth would anyone want to hurt Serena? Sweet, gentle, kindhearted Serena whose only vice was her love of partying and perhaps, to a certain extent, her too trusting heart. On the Upper East Side, Serena was a haven of warmth and truth in this realm of snakes and liars and fakers.
Serena van der Woodsen was perhaps the only genuine one amongst the Upper East Side's gilded elite.
"And Dan decided to fuck her over." Nate muttered under his breath, pouring himself some more bourbon in hopes that the damned thoughts of crippling intensity would cease to float around in his mind. "Dan decided to fuck her over. Carter's still obsessed with her and now Georgina fucking Sparks is here…here, here, here. What the fucking hell." Nate snarled, red hot rage finally rushing through his veins as he stood up abruptly, the glass of bourbon sloshing in the glass decanter before Nate reeled his arm back, throwing the glass and watching with satisfaction as it shattered a rather sizable hole in the center bay window.
He watched as the salty sea wind came rushing into the jagged area of broken glass, the distinct coolness rumpling his hair and making Nate feel more alive than he had felt since…well, ever. Taking out his phone, Nate saw it was only around five o'clock - he had enough time for a quick trip around the Cape before returning back for an uncomfortable dinner with his parents.
Yeah. He'll make do.
(He also had about seven voicemails from Blair but those could wait. For an hour or so. Maybe more.)
Serena van der Woodsen woke up to the feel of warm arms wrapped around her waist, her back pressed against a firm chest and without any warning whatsoever, Serena found warm lips pressed against her shoulder blade.
"Chuck." she giggled, "stop, it's not even nine AM so I have no idea what we're doing awake."
"You can keep talking, I'll keep kissing." he muttered, his lips trailing from her shoulder blade up to her neck and then to her jawline. "You smell nice." he inhaled, "like...sunshine."
She rolled her eyes. "Chuck, I'm hungry."
"Uh-huh."
"No, like I'm really, really hungry." she emphasized, hands going to her pregnancy bump, "and little Henry Laurence wants blueberry pancakes and blueberry muffins and blueberry cinnamon toast and - "
"Blueberry tea and blueberry bread and blueberry everything." he paused. "Blueberry jam on his mother's naked body."
"Ew, Chuck!" Serena laughed, swatting away his hand as she managed to wiggle herself upright, "god, if Henry heard that he'd be scarred for life."
Chuck smirked. "Good thing you're still in your mother's stomach," he pressed a kiss to Serena's stomach before collecting her in his arms again.
"Someone's feeling possessive today," she joked snuggling into his chest. "You're all grabby and cuddly today, King Chuckie."
"Well, I have been sleeping in various hotels for the past few days. Alone. Without company. Without blonde hair and blue eyes and a sleeping figure who's just a bit of a bed hog." he sighed dramatically when Serena's brow raised. "Without the gentle touch only a woman can evoke and - "
"Chuck, if you're trying to get me to do you before breakfast…" Serena trailed off as Chuck's mocha eyes darkened. She grinned. "Fine. A quick one. I'm literally starving."
He smirked. "Trust me, princess, this won't take very long."
"You are way too cocky for your own good."
"That's what Playboy said too."
Serena couldn't suppress her laughter as Chuck flipped them back down, Serena's back meeting the soft mattress and feeling the warmth of Chuck's hands gripping her forearms. At one point or another, they really did need to discuss adding soundproofed walls if Eric was going to be staying with them full-time.
Dear Serena,
I love you. I literally love you and I want you to be happy. I just…I don't know how, but I'm fucking up my displays of affection so much that even a mangled train from a Superman comic looks better than what I'm doing right now. Alright, stop - rewind. Okay.
I love you. I love, love, love you. I love you so much that I'm going to go crazy married to anyone besides you. I don't want to be married to Jenny. I don't want anyone besides you. Please, Serena, you have to understand that everything I'm about to do, I'm doing it for us. You and me and this baby that I'll adopt and we can be so happy living away from all this. Without Dan and Jack and Chuck.
I know you think you love him but this all can be some traumatized displacement from Humphrey's deceit. Trust me, Serena, I wasn't in on what he was going to do to you. And even if I was, I would have stopped him. I may not be the most moral man around but…Serena, I would never hurt you.
Maybe now I'm just going crazy. Maybe nothing between us will ever come to fruition. Maybe Chuck will ship me off to Pakistan and hope I get bombed or something. All I want you to know is that something is going to happen and it's going to take every resource you have to come out of it alive. It's Dan and Rufus and Jenny and Jack and Georgina and fucking everybody.
Looking back on it now, I can see that beginning the letter with the 'I love you' may not have been the wisest choice but please believe me when I say I care about you and I want to help you. Not Dan or Georgina or anyone. Please believe me.
Meet me at Daniel on East 65th Street at noon this Saturday.
I didn't lie to you before, Serena. I won't lie to you now.
Yours,
Carter
Jenny Baizen's mouth was twisted into a rather monstrous sneer as she read the unsent email her husband had typed up and, in all his infinite stupidity, had forgotten to lock away. She smirked, bitterness engulfing her. "So you love the little bitch, do you Carter?" she hissed. "You love her?" a strange pain filled her heart as she read the written words of affection and the denouncement of her - Jenny Humphrey - as a wife. She hated it.
Clicking the print button, Jenny ran towards the printer and grabbed the unsent letter, biting down on her surgically plumped lip in a rage of spiteful loathing. She'd show this fucking letter to Dan and when her older brother was done doing whatever it was he was doing - something about finding the girl he impregnated (fucking Georgina) - Dan would let Carter leave the damned UES and they could return to Australia. She and Carter could be so happy and Jenny would make sure that he forget all about pretty little Serena van der Woodsen.
All she had to do now, Jenny smirked coldly as she quickly folded the letter and stuffed it into an envelope, was bring this little tidbit to Dan and he would no doubt sever his alliance with Carter and cease driving her husband mad. Promises of giving Serena to Carter…Jenny shook her head in disgust, didn't they understand that she was better than the UES 'golden girl'? That it was she, Jenny Humphrey, who was now heiress to the van der Woodsen fortune? Were they fucking blind or stupid? Maybe both? All she knew was that this letter of betrayal would set her and Carter free. They could leave the fucking Upper East Side. They could finally, finally be happy.
A/N: I have NOT abandoned this story! I'm sorry it took so long for me to update but the moving and buying the new house and college...all that crap got in the way, hehe. But don't worry, I'm back! Promise!
I know there's only a snippet of C/S action but I figured Georgina needed her own section of explanation and I promise that everything's going to come together soon enough.
I've also narrowed down the names of Georgina's baby to two names: either Eleonora Renata or Evelina Novalie. Which one?
Review - please and thank you!