Here's the next chapter, set about a week after the last one. Sorry for the delay, I've been really busy and I wanted this chapter to be fairly long.

Blair smiled as she and Serena entered the 12th designer baby clothes store they had been to that day. The limo was full of bags containing all sorts of baby items, but this was not enough for Blair. "Oh my God S, I have to show you the cutest outfit I found when I was in here the other day," she said excitedly, making her way through the store with Serena following close behind her.

"You've been here before?" Serena asked in surprise.

"Yeah, of course," she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So this is your second baby shopping trip this week," she stated, as her friend stopped to pick up a blue baby outfit. "How much stuff have you bought?"

"Oh not that much, just the necessities," Blair said, holding up the outfit for Serena's opinion.

"It's blue."

"So?"

"You don't know what you're having yet, shouldn't you wait before buying gender specific clothes?" Serena said, beginning to worry about her friend. This excessive spending was just a way to distract herself from how upset she was about Eleanor's reaction to the pregnancy.

"Do you have to be such a downer?" Blair rolled her eyes, setting the outfit back down. "I'm having a baby and I'm excited, let me have my fun."

She sighed, resting her hand on Blair's arm, "B, do you want to talk?"

She brushed off Serena's hand, "About what? There's nothing to talk about, everything's great."

"You don't have to pretend with me, I know you're upset about your mom."

"I'm not upset," she retorted, glaring at her. "If she doesn't want to be involved in her grandchild's life then I don't want her to be, end of story."

"I don't believe that Blair," Serena challenged. "Why don't you call her?"

"Absolutely not!"

"She probably feels bad about the way she acted, but is too embarrassed to call and apologize," she said, trying to convince her.

"This is none of your business Serena," Blair replied coldly. "God, can't you just shut your mouth and mind your own business for once in your life?!"

Serena stared at her for a moment, before shaking her head, "I don't have to put up with this. I was just trying to help you B, but as usual you're too proud to take advice from anyone." She gave her friend one last look, before turning and walking towards the exit of the store.

Blair sighed, but was not overly worried. She and Serena would make up soon enough. Although Blair would never admit it out loud, Serena was right. She wasn't in the mood to shop anymore, so she made her way towards the exit, taking out her cell phone to call Chuck.

Chuck was in the elevator of Eleanor and Cyrus' apartment building. He had had enough of the way Eleanor was acting, and was there to demand that she apologize to Blair. Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out, checked the caller id and smiled. "Hey beautiful, hows the shopping trip going?" Chuck asked after putting the phone to his ear.

Blair sighed, "Not well, Serena and I had a little argument."

"About what?" he asked curiously.

"It's not important," she replied, immediately moving on to another topic. "Do you want to meet up for lunch?"

"I'd love to, but it'll have to be in about half an hour," he explained. "I have some business to attend to."

"What business?"

"Just a meeting with a...business associate," he lied, knowing that Blair would kill him if she knew he was seeing Eleanor.

"Okay, well call me when you're done and we'll meet up."

"I will," Chuck nodded, as the elevator doors opened. "I'll see you soon." He stepped out of the elevator to find Eleanor standing with Dorota at the bottom of the staircase. "Love you, bye," he said quickly, hanging up the phone before Blair could answer.

"Mr Chuck!" Dorota exclaimed excitedly, walking over to him.

"Charles," Eleanor said in surprise, also walking up to him. "You're the last person I expected to see."

Before Chuck could reply, Dorota asked him, "How is Miss Blair and baby?"

"They're good," he smiled.

"I have something for you," she said with a smile. "I go get it now." And with that she took off towards the kitchen.

Chuck looked at Eleanor for a moment before stating calmly, "I think we need to talk."

She sighed, "Is Blair really okay?"

"She's pretending that she's alright, but I know better," he said. "You really upset her."

"I really made a mess of things, didn't I?"

Chuck nodded, "I'm afraid so. But it's not too late to fix things. I'm sure if you apologized Blair would forgive you."

Before she had a chance to reply, Dorota came back into the room with a wrapped present. She handed the box to Chuck excitedly, "For baby," she explained.

He looked at her in surprise, "Thank you Dorota, but you didn't have to get us anything."

"I wanted to," she replied. "You take care of Miss Blair," she warned him. "Make sure she eats so she feed baby."

Chuck chuckled, "I'm taking good care of her, I promise."

"Uh, Dorota can we have a minute please?" Eleanor requested. "I need to talk to Chuck alone."

"Of course," she nodded, leaving the room briskly.

"You just called me Chuck," he stated in amusement.

"That's what you like to be called, isn't it?" she retorted.

"You never call me that, it's always 'Charles'," he replied.

"Well we're family now, there's really no point of using formalities," Eleanor explained. She paused for a moment, "So, what should I do?"

Chuck paused, "She's scared. She's obviously never been pregnant before so she doesn't know what to expect."

"So you think I should try and be there for her, give her advice?" she inquired.

He nodded, "All Blair wants is your love and support," he explained. "I'm doing the best I can, but I can only do so much. She needs her mother right now."

"I'm afraid I'm not very good at this nurturing mother thing," she admitted.

"You'll be fine," Chuck assured her. "Like I said, just do something to show Blair that you care about her and the baby and that you're going to support her."

Eleanor nodded. She smiled at him, "I'm impressed."

"With what?" he asked in confusion.

"With you," she replied. "You've obviously matured a lot in the last few years. I think you're going to be a good father."

Chuck blushed slightly, but looked away to hide it, "Thank you. I hope so." He looked back up at Eleanor, "Well I have to go meet Blair. Try to find some time to come over and apologize."

"I will," she promised.

Chuck looked around the restaurant and spotted his girlfriend sitting at a table by the window that looked onto the New York street. He made his way over to her, setting Dorota's gift down in front of Blair. She looked up at him excitedly, "You bought me a gift?"

He kissed her, before sitting down across from her, "Unfortunately I can't take credit for this. I bumped into Dorota on the way here and she told me to give it to you. It's a baby gift," Chuck explained, trying not to sound suspicious. He had been trying to think up a story of how Dorota gave him the gift without letting Blair know he had been to Eleanor's penthouse. Unfortunately this was the best he could come up with.

"You bumped into Dorota," Blair repeated, looking down at the present. Chuck nodded. "Who just happened to be carrying around the gift she bought for me when she ran into you?"

"I know, what a coincidence," he replied, shrugging his shoulders in attempt to look amazed.

Blair shot her boyfriend a glare, "You went to my mother's apartment didn't you?!"

"What? No."

"You used to be a much better liar, what happened to you?" she pondered, the glare not budging from her face.

"Fine, I went to see Eleanor," Chuck admitted. "I was sick of seeing you so upset so I went to tell her to apologize to you."

"You shouldn't have to tell her to apologize, she should want to come and talk to me," Blair replied, taking a sip of her water.

"It's Eleanor," he shrugged. "She wants to apologize to you, she just doesn't know how and needed a little encouragement."

"This is my point exactly. She's my mother Chuck," she started "my boyfriend shouldn't have to go and convince her to speak to me."

At that moment, the waiter came up to the table, "Are we ready to order?"

Blair shot a glare at him, "No we are not," she said bitterly.

The waiter looked scared, "I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to-"

"Can we just have another couple of minutes?" Chuck requested, cutting him off.

"Of course," he nodded, backing away slowly, before taking off as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

Blair sighed, "Why does she have to be like this? Any other mother would be thrilled at the prospect of becoming a grandmother."

Chuck took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly, "She's from the Upper East Side, it's in her nature."

"Do you really think she'll come and apologize?" she asked quietly.

"She said she would."

"Yeah well what she says and what she does are two different things," Blair retorted.

"I don't know, it seemed like she really regretted the way she reacted to the baby news," Chuck said. Blair looked away from him and he could tell that she didn't want to talk about this anymore. "Why don't you open Dorota's present?" he suggested.

Blair looked slightly happier when she remembered that she had a gift to open. She smiled as she undid the ribbon around the present and lifted the lid of the box. She gasped when she saw the box's contents. She took out a little white and yellow baby outfit and held it up for Chuck to see, "Oh my God, it's so tiny!" He smiled, thinking about how they would have a little baby that would be wearing that outfit in 7 months. Blair set down the outfit to see what else was in the box and Chuck picked it up. She was right, it was really tiny. Anything that could fit into that little outfit couldn't be that scary, right? Blair gasped once more as she took out a pair of white booties from the box. "These are so adorable! Remind me to call Dorota and thank her later." She sighed contently, "I still can't believe that we're going to have a baby."

"Our kid is going to be the most spoiled kid in the entire city," he commented. "Not that that's a bad thing, our child deserves the best money can buy."

"I agree completely."

"Speaking of buying," Chuck started. "Are you going to tell me what you and Serena were fighting about when you went shopping?"

"Do I have to?" she asked. He nodded. "Well I may have been a little rude to her when she was trying to talk to me about my mother."

"A little rude?"

"Okay, maybe a lot rude but she was butting into my life like she always does," she explained.

"Although it may seem annoying, Serena butts in because she cares," he pointed out.

"I know," Blair sighed. "I'll call her later and apologize."

"Good, I don't think I can take another Blair vs. Serena war right now," Chuck commented.

"But if we were to start fighting, you would be on my side, right?"

"Always Waldorf," he smiled.

She smiled, leaning over the table to kiss him, "Good answer."

Later on that night, Chuck and Blair were lying on the couch together. He had his arm around her waist, holding her gently. He sighed and whispered, "You know what I figured out today?"

"That my mother is a bitch?" she retorted.

Chuck smirked, "That, but also how our baby has impeccable timing."

"What do you mean?" she asked, rolling over onto her back so she was facing him.

"Well, you have 6 months of college left, and you're 2 months pregnant," he explained, moving his hand to rest on her stomach, "So when you graduate you'll be 8 months and you'll have a month to relax and get ready for the baby."

"Very good Chuck, you've mastered basic maths," Blair teased, receiving a glare from her boyfriend.

"Are you making fun of me Waldorf?" he asked, leaning into her so their lips were barely touching.

"Mmm," she moaned as his lips pressed against her own, returning the kiss eagerly. They were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the elevator. They paused briefly, before going back to kissing, figuring it was only Nate. If he knew what was good for him he wouldn't interrupt and get to his room as soon as possible.

"Blair!" Eleanor exclaimed in shock when she saw the couple on the lounge.

She and Chuck pulled away from each other in an instant, sitting up abruptly. "Mom, what are you doing here?" Blair asked, trying to fix her messy hair.

"I came to apologize, but maybe I should have called first," she commented, taking a seat beside her daughter and a red-faced Chuck.

"Please do next time," he nodded, doing up the buttons of his shirt as quickly as he could.

"So," Blair interrupted, "your apology..."

Eleanor sighed, she really hated admitting that she was wrong. "I've had time to think over the last week, and I've realised that I may have been a little unreasonable..." she began uncomfortably. She paused before adding, "I'm sorry for yelling at the both of you. You're both adults who are perfectly capable of taking care of a baby, and I was treating you like children."

They both smiled. "You really think we can do this Mother?" Blair asked.

"Of course you can do this," Eleanor replied. "I have complete faith in the both of you," she smiled, taking her daughter's hand and squeezing it reassuringly. It was almost a perfect moment until she added, "But if I'm wrong, you can always get a nanny."

"We're not getting a nanny!" Blair exclaimed in annoyance.

"You say that now," she started, "but when its 3am and you've been up every night for weeks with a screaming baby, you'll be begging for someone to take it off your hands."

"The woman has a point," Chuck pointed out to Blair.

"No, she doesn't," she retorted. "We are doing this on our own."

"Okay dear," Eleanor nodded, not believing her at all. "Anyway, you've distracted me. I actually came over to give you something. A peace offering, if you will."

"A gift?" Blair smiled, bringing her hands together excitedly. Two gifts in one day, she could get used to this.

"It's more like an heirloom," she explained, reaching into her handbag to pull out a medium-sized box. "I really want you to have this." She handed Blair the box.

"What is it?" Chuck asked curiously.

"You'll see."

Blair opened the box and pulled out the most gorgeous little cream baby dress. She gasped, "Oh mom, it's beautiful!" She held the dress up.

"It's the outfit your grand parents brought me home from the hospital in," Eleanor explained. "Your father and I brought you home in this outfit too. I was hoping that one day I would be able to pass it down to you for your baby," she continued, trying to hold back tears, "And now that day is finally here."

"Thank you," Blair said, tears forming in her own eyes. "I love it, and I'm sure the baby is going to love it too," she pulled her mother into a hug.

"But what's going to happen if it's a boy?" Chuck asked. "I'm telling you right now, no son of mine is coming home from the hospital in a dress."

"Relax Chuck, if it's a boy we can just use it for the next baby," Blair said teasingly, knowing that would freak him out.

"The next baby?!" he questioned. "Let's just get through one baby at a time."

"You never know, you could be having twins," Eleanor teased, playing along with Blair's little game.

He shook his head excessively, "No no no. That's not even possible. We saw one baby at the ultrasound, only one."

"You had an ultrasound already!" Eleanor exclaimed excitedly. Blair nodded. "Why didn't you tell me? Do you have a picture?"

"Of course," Blair replied, standing up from the couch. "I'll go get it," she said, rushing into her and Chuck's bedroom, retrieving the photo and rushing back to the couch.

"Oh Blair," Eleanor gushed when she saw the picture. "That's my grand daughter!"

"Actually, that's my son right there," Chuck said, pointing to the photo proudly.

"Sorry Charles but I believe this is your daughter," she protested. "I have the strongest feeling that it's a girl."

"Hey, I'm the one who's pregnant," Blair interrupted, "shouldn't I be the one having these feelings?"

"Mark my words Blair, you're having a little girl," Eleanor nodded.

"Mark my words, we're not," Chuck challenged her. "This is definitely Charles Bartholomew Bass Jr."

"Okay first of all, we don't know the sex of the baby yet," Blair started. "And second of all, if we do have a son we're not naming him after you. I don't think the world could handle another Chuck Bass."

"I beg to differ," Chuck replied.

"It doesn't even matter, because this baby is a girl, I just know it," Eleanor nodded confidently.

"I'm going to enjoy seeing that look wiped off your face when your grandson is born," he smirked.

"In your dreams maybe," she responded, rolling her eyes. Blair groaned, what had she gotten herself into?

Tell me what you think! I would also love to hear whether you want the baby to be a boy or a girl, so review and let me know :D