Disclaimer: 'Gossip Girl' belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz and the CW. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: This is an LB fic. This chapter is all about them. If "old" people in love makes you uncomfortable, sorry. This story's main couple is Lily/Bart (BC will come in soon). I love Bart. I love LB. I wish they had more romance on the show. I have no problem writing it. This story will have implied LB sex, if not more. Just letting you know. (Also, forget about the love-child. K, thanks.) And, as always, for Juliette (DaeDreemer).

Bart held open the door as the two entered the café.

The hostess smiled. "Hello. How many?"

"Two. And private," his tone hypnotizing.

"Table or booth?"

"Table."

The hostess nodded. "I'll clear it up," and she left.

Lily let out the laugh she was holding. "So much for casual."

Bart fixed his gaze on his wife.

She only giggled. "You don't scare me, Bart Bass."

The hostess returned and took two menus. "Right this way," and led them to a table in a secluded area by the window.

As Bart helped Lily into her seat, he slipped the hostess a twenty and a nod of thanks before taking the seat across from his wife.

Lily opened the menu. Bart watched her, his still closed.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked.

She flipped through the pages.

"I'm not sure. No real cravings, yet. The nausea has been plaguing me all day."

"I've noticed. You haven't eaten, Lily."

She looked up from the menu and met her husband's blue stare. "I hope the baby doesn't have your eyes." The words spilled out.

He raised an eyebrow.

She giggled. "Wow, that look just had me saying the first thing that came to mind."

He remained silent.

"I fear that with those eyes, the baby will be unstoppable. Charles already has me wrapped around his finger, as Serena continuously points out."

"He has his mother's eyes," was his answer.

Lily paused and swallowed. "But he has your stare, your facial expressions."

"He doesn't."

Lily might have wanted to discuss her, but not in a restaurant, no matter how secluded.

"Hello, I'm Amanda. I'll be your waitress for the evening. Can I start you both off with something to drink?"

Saved by the bell.

The pair looked away and Lily gave Amanda a smile. "I will have an iced-tea, half-and-half."

"Water," he answered, eyes only on his wife.

"I'll be right out with them." And she left.

Lily opened her mouth, but Bart was faster. "Order a full meal, Lily."

"Bart…"

"End of discussion. Do not ruin the date."

Lily sighed. For now, it would end.

Amanda returned, set their drinks down and began taking their order.

Lily ordered a salad despite her husband's glare.

Bart, who ate a full dinner, decided to order a steak. As he began to tell the waitress, Lily cut him off.

"Actually, go with a hamburger, darling."

Amanda paused and looked at the man. He only smirked. She turned to Lily. "How would you like it cooked?"

"Medium."

"And what would you like on it?"

"American Cheese, bacon, pickles, tomatoes, mayo, lettuce. With French fries. Oh, extra fries. And some ketchup and mustard."

Amanda nodded. "Should I bring the meals together or the salad first?"

"Together is fine, thank you."

The waitress left.

Lily looked over at her husband who was still smirking at her. "What, I haven't eaten today. And you can have some of your burger, too. I just know you aren't that hungry."

"Not for that."

Those eyes, that tone, the underlining meaning – Lily blushed.

The two of them went silent. He watched her; she tried to keep her emotions in check, but damn hormones were making her horny. And he knew it! That look…obviously the last time his wife was pregnant and been good for them. Her first pregnancy had been okay – him working, her working. And Eric was the baby-will-save-marriage child; she was left unsatisfied. But the attention and care was already different. And now that the pressure was off from telling the kids, she assumed she was going to be very satisfied, at least in the bedroom.

"What are you thinking about?" his question interpreted her thoughts.

She blinked, face flushed. His blue eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Like you don't know," she glared.

"I'm afraid I don't. Please, enlighten me."

"Bart Bass, we are in public!"

He put his arm on the table and held his hand out to her. Without hesitation, she did the same, intertwining their fingers.

Lily sighed. "This would usually call for a glass of wine."

"I can order a glass."

"That would be cruel, Mr. Bass."

"In a year, Lily," he went somber.

"Oh, does that mean I have to breast feed your child?"

"Did you not with your children?"

"Not with Eric," she sighed.

Bart nodded, understanding what was unsaid.

The two lapsed into silence, fingers interlocked. It was comfortable and then Lily frowned.

"Do they not serve bread here?"

"She asked if you wanted the salad out first," his expression stoic.

"I didn't realize it would take this long. There's no one here, Bart!" she whispered sharply. "What, did they have to go out and kill a cow and grow the vegetables?" she huffed.

A smile broke and he laughed. Her annoyance softened.

"I like that sound," she blurted again.

"It doesn't happen often."

"No, I suppose it doesn't."

"Lily…" he paused, trying to find his words.

Before he could speak again, Amanda appeared with their (Lily's) meal.

"Oh, thank you!"

Amanda smiled. "Where do you want the food?"

"I'll have the salad. My husband can have his burger."

Amanda laid the dishes as directed and left.

Lily began cutting and mixing her food. Bart watched her. She reached over and grabbed a fry, dunking it into the ranch dressing.

Bart let her eat before continuing his previous thought.

"Lily," he began. She stopped eating. "No, eat and listen." She nodded.

"It has been a long time for a lot of this for me. Being in love; being a husband. Being able to be free and unguarded with other person. Expecting a child. – I am trying."

"I know. It's been awhile for both of us, but we'll figure it out together. With the kids. As a family."

Bart nodded. "Eat." And he took his knife and cut the burger. Taking the smaller piece, he took a bite.

The rest of the meal was devoted to food, glances, light touches, and small talk.

When Lily finished everything, Bart asked, "Dessert?"

She smirked. "Maybe I'll take you up on your offer."

A smirk that clearly taught Chuck Bass how it's done graced Bart's lips. He signaled the waitress. "Check please."

He pulled out his wallet and took out two $50 bills when she returned.

"Have a good evening!" she beamed.

Bart helped his wife up.

"Eager are we?"

"It's been a long month, Lily."

"I guess we have a lot to make up for."

He followed behind and to the side, wrapping one arm around her waist and carrying the bag of clothes in the other.

"No movie then?"

"We'll make our own."

The couple decided to walk back to the apartment in the cool September evening air. Manhattan was beautiful and home. The journey was peaceful; the pair still walking wrapped together, making small talk.

When they arrived at their home, they climbed the stairs, but instead of going to their bedroom, Lily went to Serena's.

"I just want to make sure she's okay."

Bart nodded and Lily opened the bedroom door. She turned back to Bart in shock.

Serena van der Woodsen was asleep. At 10:30 p.m. Not only that, but Blair Waldorf was next to her, sleeping as well. Lily had a flash of the two 17-year-old girls back when they were seven and having sleepovers. She gently closed the door.

"I should have seen that coming," she sighed and looked over at the opposite door where her stepson was.

Bart caught her eye.

"I just want to check. A little peak. No one is downstairs. And Blair is here. Make sure he's okay," she fumbled over her words of explanation.

"It's the 'wrapped-around-your-finger' thing, I presume you were telling me about?" his tone teasing.

"Hush. I've already explained myself," she brushed him off and opened the door.

The two occupants looked up from the floor, controllers in their hand, silly video game music playing quietly.

"Oh, hello," Lily gave her sons a smile.

Chuck paused the game and set his controller on the floor. "Good date?"

Lily nodded. "Yes. Just wanted to see how everyone is doing…"

"We're good," Eric gave a wide grin. "And I'm beating Chuck!"

"No, you're not!" the older boy huffed.

"I won already!"

"One game does not mean you're beating me."

"I thought that's what 'won' meant," the younger stuck his tongue out. "Press start already, Bass."

Lily laughed and closed the door behind her. "Two are sleeping, two are playing video games. On a Friday night."

"Once in a blue moon. Let's not question it."

Lily nodded and led the way into the master bedroom.

Bart set the bag of clothes on the floor and closed the door behind him, locking it.

Lily whipped around when she heard the sound, giving him a glare.

"Have you changed your mind?" he leered and strolled over to his wife, pulling her into his body and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She looked up and met his eyes. Those eyes that saw deep inside. That made her weak-in-the-knees. And she kissed him lightly. But when she went to pull away, he deepened it, not letting her go. Her arms went around his neck and she began moving them backwards to the bed while making out.

The fell together and she scooted up the bed, her husband watching her and then began taking her heels off, followed by his own shoes.

He then snaked up her body and kissed her long and hard before moving to her neck and throat.

Slowly, he started to unbutton her blouse and his lips, his tongue, his teeth followed, going lower.

When the shirt came open, he settled on her abdomen, giving her butterfly kisses and he heard her moan, her hand going to his hair and pulling.

Oh, yes, this pregnancy would be by far her favorite, she could tell already.

.tbc.