Since my math homework is confusing me and I gave up for the time being I've decided to update this story too.
Chuck woke up in the middle of the night, although he felt like he had just fallen asleep, to hear Charlotte crying out for her parents.
He reluctantly lifted his head off of the very comfortable pillow to glance over at the alarm clock.
2:38.
Before he was able to tear his gaze away from the clock he felt his bedmate move to get up from the bed.
"Go back to sleep, beautiful. I got her," He told Blair.
Ever since they got home from the hospital she was exhausted. She underestimated how much energy taking care of a newborn would take and although she was exhausted she wouldn't trade the hours she spent with her newly born daughter for anything.
The only time she could get some rest was during the night. Some nights she would be able to sleep for a good majority of the night, but tonight was not one of those nights.
Chuck knew she needed to sleep for a couple more hours to get a good night of sleep so like any other night he encouraged her to go back to sleep.
After planting a kiss on her forehead he walked out of their bedroom to take care of Charlotte.
"Hi, baby girl," He cooed as he hovered over Charlotte's crib. "What's the matter?" He continued to talk in a soft, comforting tone as he lifted Charlotte into his arms.
When she was safely tucked into his arms and his grip was tight enough so there would be no possibility she could fall he slowly swung her from side to side.
Her cries softened just a little, but she was still clearly upset. And if anyone knew the new Chuck Bass, the man who was now a doting father, he would do everything in his power to comfort her so she would stop crying.
Her comfort was the most important thing to him. He was okay with her crying, although he disliked that his daughter had to be upset over something, but instead it was the fact that something was bothering her that bugged him.
"Okay," Chuck said as he ran through all the scenarios in his head of what could be bothering his daughter. "Let's check your diaper,"
After checking her diaper and re-buttoning her pajamas he laid Charlotte on his shoulder and soothed her back as he tried to think what could be bothering her.
Then he realized she must have been hungry, which meant he would have to wake up Blair.
He didn't want to rouse her from her sleep, but the only way Charlotte was going to get fed was from her.
As he was about to turn the doorknob to their bedroom he remembered their adventure from this morning. They had visited Lily and Rufus at their penthouse and because they were out for most of the day Blair had pumped some of her breast milk in a plastic bottle just in case they were out somewhere public when Charlotte cried out in hunger.
Instead of turning the doorknob he walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. He found exactly what he was looking for: a full bottle of milk.
Once he warmed the milk just a little bit so it wasn't cold, but at the same time not too hot he walked back to the nursery and sat in the rocking chair to feed her.
As she sucked on the tip of the bottle Charlotte hummed in appreciation.
Blair woke up the next morning to find Chuck's side of the bed empty. She vaguely remembered him telling her to go back to sleep, but she couldn't figure out if it was a dream or not.
She walked out of the bedroom and into the room she always visited first, which was the nursery. She smiled as she opened the double doors and found her missing husband with a sleeping Charlotte on his chest.
The sight in front of her warmed her heart and she had to pick up the camera they left in the nursery for moments like these. After she set the camera down she walked over to her sleeping beauties and picked Charlotte off of Chuck's chest.
Well at least she tried to.
When she bent down to pick up Charlotte her father's hold on her became tighter as he opened his eyes to see who was trying to move his daughter away from him.
"Good Morning sleepyhead," She greeted him when he opened his eyes. "How long have you been in here?"
"Most of the night," He replied as his hold on Charlotte became softer and Blair was able to pick her up to lay her down in her crib.
"You must be tired and I'm sure that rocking chair wasn't the most comfortable to sleep in. You should go back in the bedroom and get some sleep before she wakes up for the day. Although I'm surprised she isn't awake already," She encouraged him as she felt his arms wrap around her and she leaned back into his embrace.
"I'll be okay. I just want to watch our little princess before she wakes up,"
