"Chuck?" Blair's voice drifted into the closet where Chuck was picking out a tie for his suit. She was nine months pregnant and Chuck really didn't feel comfortable leaving her for even a few hours to handle some business at the office, but Blair had insisted. However, the tone of her voice made Chuck pause in his search and furrow his brow.

"Chuck!" This time he could easily detect the panic in her voice and he quickly forgot what he was doing and rushed out into their bedroom to find Blair standing in the middle of the room awkwardly looking down at her feet.

"What?" He asked looking at her feet than back at her face, "What is it? Are you okay? Is it the baby?"

Blair looked up at him and her eyes were wide with barely controlled fear, "We need to get to the hospital. My water just broke."

"Shit," Chuck rushed forward, then paused and ran his hand through his hair and looked around the room. "Okay. Shit, we need to get to the hospital. We need to-, we need to-"

"Chuck!" She grabbed his arm to make him look at her and stop freaking out, "You need to relax. Then you need to call for the limo and get my bag for the hospital." She saw him looking around for the bag in slight panic and she calmly told him, "It's already packed and ready to go in the closet. While you do that I am going to call the doctor and let him know we are on our way."

Chuck took a deep breath, "Okay." He said before he pulled out his phone and began to walk towards the closet.

"And Chuck," Blair called out, causing him to pause and look back at her with concern and fear still clearly on his face, "Everything is going to be fine. This is a good thing."

Chuck nodded but Blair could tell he wasn't fully convinced. Ever since they had found out they were expecting Chuck had been excited, of course, but Blair could always tell that he had a hidden level of trepidation about the whole situation. It wasn't that he didn't want to be a father, because Blair knew that he did. He wanted to be everything that Bart had never been for him. But all the years that Bart had made him believe that he had killed his mother at birth had made him fearful of what could happen to Blair. He was scared to death of losing her and he did not even want to think about what he would do if she were to be harmed during labor.

Blair did everything she could to reassure him, but she had realized months ago that the only thing that would relieve Chuck's anxiety was to actually have the baby be born with no complications for her or the child.

…

Blair's contractions were coming strong and close together and it was getting to be very painful. When each one hit she gripped Chuck's hand as hard as she could and cried out in agony which was causing Chuck to look more and more concerned as the hours progressed.

Chuck's eyes were wide as saucers and he was basically frozen in his seat. He wasn't talking or coaching his wife or helping her in anyway. Finally, after one particularly agonizing contraction, Blair turned to him angrily, "Chuck, you need to pull yourself together in these next two minutes before the next contraction hits or so help me God; I am going to kill you when we get out of here."

"I'm sorry," He said softly with a shake of his head.

"I know you are all freaked out because of the lies Bart fed you as a child, but the only person whose life is in danger here is you if you don't start helping me." Her grip began to tighten on his hand as another contraction hit and her voice was more strained as she continued, "You are the one who is supposed to be supporting me here, not the other way around!"

Chuck took a deep breath and nodded before he leaned closer to the bed and placed his other hand over Blair's so it was clasped between both of his. "You can do this," He told her, "Remember what we learned in the birthing classes. You need to breathe; deep breathes, Blair."

Blair listened to him and not too long later their first child, a boy, was born. As soon as he loud wails pierced the air of the hospital room, Chuck felt all the tension leave his body and he looked down at his wife and laughed, "You did it, Blair. He's perfect." He leaned down and kissed her, "You're perfect."

A short while later the baby was presented to his parents wrapped tightly in a soft blue blanket. Blair handed him over to Chuck who looked down at the little bundle in his arms in complete awe. "Blair, I know we still haven't agreed on a name, but I really don't care. If you want to name him after you father that is fine with me."

"No."

Chuck looked up from the infant in his arms and met Blair's gaze, "No?"

Blair smirked, "While I'm still firmly against naming him 'Rick Blaine,' I don't think he is a Harold either."

Chuck was still confused and skeptical, "You don't?"

"Nope," Blair shook her head, "I think he looks more like a Charles, don't you?"

"Blair-," Chuck began as he walked over towards her.

But she interrupted him, reaching forward so he would place the baby in her arms. She ran her finger over the baby's cheek and smiled, "Charles Bartholomew Bass Junior." She raised her eyes back to Chuck's, "He looks just like you."

"Blair, are you really being serious right now?"He asked.

"He is your son, Chuck, and one day he is going to want to be just like you; or at least he should. Of course I am serious." She looked back down at the baby and kissed the top of his head, "My little Charlie. We did good, Chuck, didn't we?"

"Yes," He said softly, "We did."

…

Blair and Lexie were in the limo on their way to lunch after a long morning of shopping when Blair's phone began to ring. "Hello?" She said, picking up after she saw it was her son, "Is everything alright, Edward?"

"Mom, Emily's water broke."

"What?" Blair could hear the panic in her son's voice and it brought back memories of his father when they were going through their first pregnancy. "Did you call the doctor?"

"Yes. We're going to the hospital now. You need to meet us there."

Blair remained calm even as her son was freaking out. She had been through enough births to not lose all sense of rationality in the moment, "Okay, I'll get there as soon as I can. And don't worry, I'll call your father. You just need to focus on Emily right now."

"I know, Mom, I am. Thank you."

Blair hung up and noticed Lexie looking at her questioningly, "Was that Ed?"

"Yes," Blair told her, "Emily is having the baby."

"She is!"

"Yes," She said, absentmindedly running her hand over her daughter's hair, "So I am going to have to take a rain check on lunch and bring you home, okay?"

"No," Lexie protested, "I want to come with. I want to see the baby!"

Blair shook her head, "You can't come. The baby isn't going to come until later. Dorota will bring you and the boys to the hospital when it gets closer to the time for the baby to arrive."

"But-"

"No buts," Blair told her, "You would only be bored at the hospital. Dorota will get you there in plenty of time to see the baby, I promise."

Lexie continued to pout, but Blair wouldn't be swayed. Both parents tended to spoil their daughter, but Chuck had always been more of a pushover which had caused Blair to be more firm with the youngest Bass child.

Blair scrolled through her phone to the number for Chuck's private phone. She knew he was currently in an important meeting, but this particular number was only for family and Chuck always had the phone on him, no matter where he was.

Sure enough, after only two rings Chuck picked up, "Hello?"

"Hi Darling. How is the meeting going?"

"Awful. I can't wait to get out of here." There was a pause before he asked, "Is there any particular reason you are calling? Or did you just want to rub it in that I am stuck in this stuffy office while you are out spending my money with our daughter?"

"First of all, I have my own money to spend, thank you very much," Blair said spitefully, "And also, I just wanted to let you know that your son just called me and informed me that Emily is going into labor."

"Oh," She could tell that Chuck was genuinely surprised, "Is he hyperventilating?"

"Not as badly as you did," Blair teased, "I told him I would let you know. Obviously there is no rush. You will be able to finish up your meeting and I can call you when it is closer to the time for delivery."

"Okay. I should be able to wrap things up in about an hour," He sighed into the phone, "This was such a waste of my time. I can't believe I had to spend half of my day here."

"Aw, you poor baby," Blair cooed, "It will be over soon. And just think, by the end of today you will officially be a grandpa."

"That does not make me feel any better…Grandma." He hung up before she could respond, laughing to himself as he walked back into his meeting.