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One Month Later
Blair had given up on packing everything herself. What was she thinking? She packed all her personal and fragile items, and then hired packers to pack the rest of the stuff. Serena had been ringing her constantly since there conversation a month ago, Blair ignored every call.
She was currently mid flight on her way to London; trying to relax while sipping on her Gin Martini. Flying always unsettled her; all possible scenarios entered her head. Closing her eyes she tried to think of what her life would be if that last spring in New York hadn't gone the way it had. She could be in the UES taking care of her child, she always pictured the child as a little girl with her brown curls and his almond shaped chocolate eyes; her smile and his smirk; the perfect mixture of the both of them.
It was useless to picture, it would never be her life. She turns to look out the window, only to see clouds below her. Serena and Carter were to be married today. She was sure she would hear all about it, the flowers, the cake, the dress, the music, and the speeches, how drunk the guests were. All of it, and how she wished she could be there to witness it all herself, but it wasn't an option. She couldn't possible be there when he and his whore were going to be there, even if she was Nate's whore now. Even though little Jenny Humphrey only got her claws into him once, it was enough to have her classed as his whore for the rest of her social life. Blair should know she had it done as soon as she heard the little Humphrey had taken her first steps on New York soil. Blair might not have been there herself, but she had warned her never to return.
"Passengers, this is your captain speaking, we are about to land in London, please have your seats and trays returned to the upright position and please buckle your seat belts, thank you for travelling with British Airways"
Blair sighs and returns her tray upright and buckles her seat belt. Landing she can handle, taking off, not so much. The decent begins and Blair takes a large breath in and closes her eyes. London here she comes.
One Week Later
There is a knock at the front door. Blair turns her head quizzically towards the door. Nobody except family knows she has moved out of Italy to England. The others simply think she has moved to another apartment within Rome. Perhaps it is just one of those door to door salesmen. Blair walks over to the door and opens it with a gasp.
"You are a hard woman to track down Waldorf" Blair turns and freezes at the sound of her name coming from his lips.
"Perhaps because I didn't want to be found Bass, did you ever think of that? Or does it always have to be your way?" She replies with a viper tongue.
"My dear sister was quite upset you skipped her wedding. She wanted you there desperately, even made me promise that if you turned up I would not speak a word to you" He says with a smirk on his face.
"Yes well. As you can see I have been quite busy with the move. Moving from Italy to England is not exactly stress free! As you can well see if you so much as look around you" Blair quips back.
"No need to be snarky Blair, I simply came to check on your wellbeing, I can only assume that you would only skip your best friends wedding if you were sick. But after seeing this, I have only reason to assume that you were not in attendance because of me" Chuck says as he walks through her apartment and places himself on her couch.
"As I told S, I had to accept the keys the day of her wedding, I had no choice but to mi…"
"That is a load of bullshit and you and I both know it Blair! Don't feed me your lies. I know they are lies because your eyes are doing that thing where they don't match with your mouth" He glares at her sternly.
"Well if you know everything, why come here for answers?"
"Because I wanted to know if you truly hated me so much that you would miss your best friends wedding. Clearly I was correct" He says standing up.
"You don't know everything Bass. But you are right about some things. I did skip the wedding because you and that little whore from Brooklyn would be there, but you both are not my only reasons for not attending." She says while stalking off towards the kitchen.
He follows her disputing her argument but he stops short. She turns to see what stopped him, she gasps in shock. He snaps his head up to look at her, his eyes full of hate and shock.
"What is this Blair? Because to me it looks like an ultrasound, but as you said, I'm not always right, so please, no tell me I am wrong" He speaks slowly and stares at her intensely.
She looks towards the picture he is holding. The only picture she has of their baby, the ultrasound taken a week before her miscarriage. She turns back around and walks back into the kitchen.
"Blair answer me gosh darn it! Is this what I fucking think it is? Were you fucking pregnant when you left New York?" He shouts at her angrily.
She turns back to him with tear filled eyes; she slowly nods her head in reply to his questions. She quickly covers her face with her hands and slides down the cabinets to the kitchen floor. He quickly comes around the bench and faces her.
"Why wouldn't you tell me that? I have a right to know my child Blair! Where is it?" He starts looking around the kitchen as if to find clues to the child's whereabouts.
"I don't have it" Blair whispers
"What do you mean you don't have it? You gave it up for adoption? Because I know you Blair and I know you wouldn't have an abortion. You gave up our child!" He snaps angrily at her.
"No, no I didn't give it up for adoption. And you're right; I didn't have an abortion either. I wasn't given the choice." She replies softly with her eyes glued to the floor.
"What are you talking about Blair?" Chuck shakes his head in confusion, and quickly tugs and runs his fingers through his hair.
"Look around this apartment Chuck! Does it look like a child lives here? Does it look like I've ever had a child live with me?" Blair stands up angrily walking towards him.
"I don't understand Blair, if you didn't give it up for adoption, and you didn't have an abortion…Blair…" He looks up at her with wide eyes, as if he has worked out the answer; he slowly walks the distance between them.
"Blair, did you…did you loo…did you loose the child?" He asks her whilst reaching his hand out to her shoulder. She shrugs away from his touch before he reached her.
"Yes" Blair replies firmly while looking him straight in the eye.
She walks out of the kitchen and to the bar and pours herself a glass of Vodka and Tonic, then walks her self over to the seat by the window. She senses he followed her into the room.
"You know the funny thing. I found out that I was pregnant the same day that you got shot." She laughs quietly to herself.
He just looks at her in shock. She turns to face him and looks at his face. He looks as if he can't wrap his mind around it, as if his whole world just got pulled out from underneath him.
"How did I not know Blair? Did you have Serena keep this from me?" He asks confused whilst sitting down opposite her.
"No. Serena doesn't know; you know what she is like. Oblivious to the world around her, wasn't even suspicious when I started telling her to go out sight-seeing on her own. The only people that know are Daddy and Roman, my mother and Cyrus do not even know. And I'd like to keep it that way." She turns her head back to look out the window.
"Of Course Blair…I…I'm just…I can't…" He slowly stands up places the picture of the ultrasound on the coffee table and walks towards the door.
Hand on the handle he stops and turns slightly, but shakes his head and opens the door and walks out, as Blair lets the tears roll down her cheeks.
A/N:
This will probably be the last update for a week. It's the start of semester break, and I'm going away for a couple of days.
The next chapter is the last one i've written...it may need an epilogue...you guy's will have to help out with that decision once we get there :D
thanks again!
