Here's the second part of the Christmas chapter. The drama begins in this chapter. As always, please review.
Blair awoke to the feel of Chuck's lips pressed against her own and returned the kiss eagerly. Her eyes eventually fluttered open and she smiled at him, "Good morning."
"Good morning indeed," Chuck smirked, leaning in for another kiss. "Merry...Christmas," he murmered in between kisses. Blair pulled away for a moment, trying to hold back a giggle as she remembered the events of last night. He gave her a perplexed look, "What?"
"Nothing," she replied. "I was just wondering if you would be singing some more Christmas carols today."
He blushed a little, suddenly remembering being very vocal last night. An incident in the elevator instantly came to mind. "The elevator," he recalled with a regretful tone.
"The elevator," Blair nodded, before adding, "And at Lily's and in the limo. Oh and then I got my own private performance when we got home. There was dancing and everything." Chuck groaned, he was never going to live this down. "Maybe you should stay away from the champagne today baby, it goes straight to your head," she teased, running her hand across his cheek.
"That would probably be a good idea," he agreed, trailing kisses up her arm.
Blair groaned, her stomach beginning to become unsettled as it had been nearly every morning for the last couple of weeks. "Oh God," she muttered, quickly prying herself out of Chuck's arms, before making a dash to the bathroom. As soon as she reached the toilet, she began throwing up the contents of her stomach. When she eventually stopped vomiting, she stood up and flushed the toilet, before heading over to the bathroom sink. Blair splashed water on her face and began brushing her teeth. This definitely wasn't the way I wanted to start my Christmas morning, she thought to herself. As she rinsed her mouth out, Chuck came into the room behind her, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she replied softly, looking at her pale appearance in the mirror. She hated for Chuck to see her looking so horrible.
Chuck came up behind her and kissed her on the head, "You're looking particularly stunning this morning," he told her, sensing from the look on her face that her good mood had suddenly vanished.
Blair scoffed, turning around to face him, "I'm anything but stunning right now."
"Don't be ridiculous Blair, you're absolutely gorgeous," he told her sincerely, kissing her on the cheek. He took her hand, "Come on, let's get some food in your stomach."
She groaned at the thought of putting any form of food in her mouth, "What's the point? I'll probably just throw it up again."
"You have to eat something," Chuck said, as they went into the living room. "I bet the baby's hungry." He sat Blair down on the couch, then went to get the phone to order room service.
"If the baby's so hungry, why does it keep making me throw up all the food I try to give it?" she retorted, resting her hands over her stomach protectively.
"I'll order you some toast to settle your stomach, what else do you want?" he offered, ignoring her previous question.
She thought for a moment, her appetite slowly returning, "Maybe some raspberries...and a boiled egg," she told him. Chuck nodded, picking up the phone.
"Good morning," he greeted the person on the other end. "Can you send up two big breakfasts?" he asked, winking at Blair, whose mouth dropped open in annoyance, "With a couple of pieces of toast and extra bacon." She scowled at him. "And a bowl of raspberries," Chuck added, seeing the look she had given him.
"What makes you think I'm going to eat one of those big breakfast things?" Blair asked when Chuck had hung up the phone. "It's basically a plate of oil and grease that will go straight to my thighs."
"Well you know how I love your thighs, I wouldn't mind if there was a little more of them," he smirked, gathering the presents he had gotten for Blair from under the Christmas tree.
Blair blushed a little to her chagrin. She rolled her eyes, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Hush Waldorf, it's time to open your presents," he told her, setting the presents down on the coffee table in front of them.
"Oh my God Chuck, are these all for me?" she gasped, handing him the three gifts she had bought him sheepishly.
He nodded, "All of them." Chuck handed her the first gift. "Well technically this one is for the baby."
"Now I feel bad, I only got you three presents," Blair said, before beginning to open the first of many gifts Chuck has given her. "You didn't tell me you were buying out an entire store for me."
"You have nothing to feel bad about, I went a little overboard," he replied, starting to unwrap his present while keeping one eye on Blair as she opened hers.
Blair lifted the lid off of the box and lifted out a small blue onesie with a phrase printed across it. She rolled her eyes with a laugh, turning it around so the writing was facing away from her, "'I'm baby Bass'." Blair said, repeating the phrase on the outfit. "Really Chuck?"
He chuckled, "Hey, it's my trademark. I want to be able to hand it down to my son."
She tried to look at him disapprovingly, but couldn't hold back a smile,"Well that's all well and good, but what if we have a daughter?"
"I've taken care of that," Chuck replied, gesturing for her to look in the box.
Blair suddenly noticed that there was another onesie in there, this time in pink. She took it out of the box and held it up in front of her, realising the same phrase was printed across it, "You think of everything don't you?"
"Of course," he nodded, before going back to unwrapping his present. He smiled when he pulled out a purple Armani tie from the box, "You know me too well."
"I know it's not as original as your idea, but you're hard to buy for," Blair replied. "What do you buy a man that owns half of Manhattan?"
They continued opening presents until their breakfast arrived. Chuck made his way over to the elevator, tipped the guy from room service and brought the food over to Blair. As they started eating, the elevator dinged, alerting them that someone was about to come in. Chuck and Blair looked to the elevator to see Harold and Roman step out. "Merry Christmas!" both men exclaimed in unison, smiling at the couple happily, their arms full of presents.
"Merry Christmas," Chuck and Blair echoed.
"Come eat with us," Blair invited them, gesturing to the empty lounge. "Chuck over-ordered so there's plenty to go around," she told them as they sat down across from them.
More presents were exchanged and more food was eaten until it was nearly time to head over to Eleanor and Cyrus' penthouse. Blair left her father, Chuck and Roman in the living room and went to their bedroom to start getting ready. As she walked through their bedroom, she began to feel a little light-headed and had to sit down on the bed. The room spun for a moment, then she suddenly felt fine again. Blair sat on the bed for another moment, contemplating whether or not to tell Chuck that she was feeling a little off today. She quickly dismissed the thought, not wanting to to worry him and started getting ready.
Blair stumbled out of the bathroom connected to her old room at her mother's penthouse with a groan, feeling extremely dizzy. She and Chuck had spent the day with Eleanor, Harold, Cyrus and Roman. They arrived just before noon, having Christmas lunch, before exchanging presents by the Christmas tree. It was during this ritual that Blair had began to feel nauseous for the second time that day. She had quickly excused herself, telling everyone that she was going upstairs to have a rest. Five pairs of eyes had looked up at her worriedly, and they all asked if she was okay. Blair managed to assure them all that she was just tired, before making her way upstairs and into the bathroom where she had spent the last 15 minutes throwing up.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down on her old bed, clutching her stomach protectively. Lately, it felt like she had been spending most of her time in bathrooms bent over the toilet. It broke back horrible memories of the days when Blair struggled with her bulimia as a teenager, which she had desperately tried to forget. She had wondered lately whether the severe morning sickness that she had been cursed with, was some twisted form of payback from her body for the way she had treated it over the years. Blair often had to remind herself that the idea was ridiculous. This had nothing to do with her eating disorder, it was just something that a lot of pregnant women went through and put up with for the sake of their unborn babies.
As another wave of dizziness came over her, Blair decided that she should probably tell Chuck that she wasn't feeling well so they could go home and maybe even see a doctor. She slowly stood up and made her way out of the room, then down the corridor towards the staircase. As she reached the top of the stairs Blair stopped and clutched the banister of the staircase, her head spinning as she tried to remain upright. A moment later, she couldn't hold herself up anymore and fell to the floor, landing on her side with a thud.
Blair's parents, step-fathers and Chuck looked up when they heard the noise. Chuck and Eleanor immediately exchanged worried looks, and were up and running up the staircase in a split second, followed closely by Harold, Cyrus and Roman. "Blair!" Chuck called out, hoping that she was alright. His hopes were crushed when he saw the love of his life and mother of his child lying unconscious at the top of the stairs. "Blair!" he repeated, falling to his knees beside her and gently rolling her onto her back. "Oh God," he muttered as Eleanor appeared at his side. Chuck looked to her in panic, "Call an ambulance!"
Eleanor was frozen in shock, seeing her daughter lying lifeless on the floor. "Someone, call an ambulance!" Chuck called out again. "Now!"
Cyrus and Roman stumbled down the stairs to get the phone, while Harold approached Chuck and Eleanor, equally as panicked as the both of them. "Oh my God, what happened?!" Harold exclaimed, looking from Blair to Chuck, then to Eleanor in shock.
"Blair!" Eleanor suddenly cried as she knelt down beside her daughter, the shock of the experience finally wearing off. She grabbed one of Blair's hands in both of her own, holding it tightly.
"I-I don't know," Chuck told Harold helplessly, his voice shaking slightly. He could not lose Blair or the baby. If they lost the baby they would no doubt be devastated, but if Chuck lost them both he didn't think he would survive it.
Hearing the fear in the younger man's voice, Harold tried his best to calm himself down and placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay Chuck, we're going to get her to the hospital. She's going to be fine."
Chuck just nodded, before looking down at his fiancée helplessly. He took her hand and kissed it softly, praying that Blair and the baby were strong enough to overcome this. There was nothing he could do but sit and wait for the ambulance to arrive.
Blair awoke to find herself in a room that she didn't recognise. She looked up at the plain, white ceiling in confusion and slight panic, where was she? She suddenly heard a constant beeping noise, her head snapping to her left to find that her hand was attached to an IV drip. She gasped, sitting up quickly. Chuck sprang out of his seat beside her, only just noticing that she had woken up. "Blair honey, it's okay," he assured her, placing his hands on each of her arms to prevent her from moving too much. "You're okay, just lie back."
Blair looked at him in surprise, he had never called her 'honey' before. She pushed this thought out of her mind, she had bigger things to worry about. "What happened?" she asked him drowsily, resting her head back on the pillow behind her. "Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital," Chuck told her, his hand moving up to stroke her cheek. "You fainted so they're running some tests."
"Oh my God," Blair said, moving her hands to rest on her stomach instinctively. She shut her eyes for a moment. She opened them again and whispered, "Is the baby okay?" She was afraid to ask that question in fear of what the answer would be.
He shook his head, "I don't know, they haven't told me anything yet."
She felt her chest tighten in fear, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, "Oh Chuck..." she murmered, beginning to sob.
"Hey, look at me," Chuck said, turning her chin so she was looking at him. "We don't know anything yet, the baby is probably fine." She continued to sob, despite what he had said. "They say no news is good news, right?" he told her with a sad smile.
Blair forced herself to smile back through her tears, nodding fiercely, "Y-You're right," she replied, "it's probably nothing." He pulled her into a hug, and she held on to him tightly. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them this would all be a terrible dream that she would wake up from.
Serena suddenly appeared in the doorway, "B, you're awake," she smiled through tear-filled eyes.
Blair looked over at her with a small smile, and Chuck pulled away and turned towards Serena. "Hey S," she said, hugging her friend.
"Everyone's been so worried about you," Serena told her, briefly resting her hand on Chuck's shoulder comfortingly.
Chuck stood up, "That reminds me, I should tell everyone that you're awake," he said. He turned to Serena, "Can you stay with her?"
"Of course," she nodded.
He gave her a greatful look, before kissing Blair on the head, "I'll be right back." She just nodded in reply.
As Chuck left the room, Serena looked to her friend, "How are you doing?"
She shook her head, "I'm fine. I'm more worried about the baby right now," Blair replied, her lower lip beginning to quiver. She felt tears come to her eyes again, "It's just a little baby Serena, what if it's not strong enough...what if-"
"Shhhh," she cut her off gently, pulling her into another hug. "You just have to stay positive sweetie, everything will be okay."
"H-how do you kn-know?" Blair sobbed against Serena's shoulder.
"Are you kidding?" Serena smiled. "I've never seen you or Chuck give up without a fight. I can't imagine your child being any different."
"That's true," she said with a slight smile, "we are pretty persistent."
"To say the least."
Blair chuckled softly, letting go of Serena, allowing her to pull away. "Oh Blair!" Eleanor exclaimed as she and Harold rushed into the room with Chuck following close behind. Her mother immediately threw her arms around her and hugged her tightly, "I'm so glad that you're okay."
"We were so worried!" Harold added, also hugging his daughter.
Blair suddenly became very agitated, "Where's the doctor? I want to know what's going on."
"They said they were running some tests," Eleanor told her.
Chuck scoffed, "That is crap. We've been here for three hours, the tests should have been done by now."
"Chuck," Blair said gently, reaching out to take his hand.
He pulled his hand away, "This is ridiculous. My father donated so much money to this hospital that they have a wing named after him, the least they can do is ensure that my fiancée gets the required medical treatment."
"I'm sure they're going as fast as they can Chuck," Eleanor told him calmly.
He shook his head. "I'm going to go find a doctor," he announced, before turning and storming out of the room.
"Can someone go talk to him please?" Blair requested.
"I think you need our support more than he does right now," Eleanor told her.
"He's scared Mom, this is his baby too, not just mine," she replied. "Can somebody just go and calm him down?"
"I'll go," Harold offered.
Blair sighed in relief, "Thank you Daddy."
As Harold left the room, Serena and Eleanor exchanged worried looks.
Chuck stormed past the group of his friends and family members in the waiting room, which included Cyrus, Roman, Lily, Eric and Nate, and approached the nurses' desk. The nurse was speaking to someone on the phone, so Chuck tapped the desk impatiently, "Excuse me?"
The nurse looked up, "Just a moment sir," she told him, before going back to her phone call.
"That's not good enough, I need a doctor right now," Chuck said firmly.
Nate came up to his friend, "What's going on Chuck? What are you doing?"
"Is there a problem here?" another nurse asked, approaching the desk.
"Yes," he replied, ignoring Nate's question. "I need a doctor for my fiancée right now," he told her. "She's pregnant and she fainted, so something could be wrong with the baby."
"What's your fiancée's name?" the nurse asked, going behind the desk and sitting down at her computer.
"Blair Waldorf," Chuck replied quickly. As the nurse began typing something on the computer, Harold came up behind them.
"Chuck," Harold said, causing him to turn around.
"Not now," he told him, turning back to the desk.
The nurse looked up from the computer, "Ms Waldorf is being taken care of. The doctor will come and speak to you as soon as she can."
Chuck sighed in annoyance, "Do you have any idea who I am?" he asked, glaring at the woman. She shook her head nervously.
Nate put his hand on his friend's shoulder, "Chuck, stop-"
"Can you tell me something?" he asked her, ignoring his friend. The nurse nodded. "What is the name of the wing on the 3rd floor of this hospital?"
"Uh, t-the Bass wing sir," she replied, not sure where he was going with this.
He took out his wallet and pulled out a business card. He handed it to her, "And what is the name on this card?"
The nurse's eyes widened in shock. She looked up at him, "Mr Bass?"
Chuck nodded, "That's correct," he said, putting away his wallet. "Now, do you think it's acceptable to make an important donor to this hospital wait over three hours for his pregnant fiancée's test results?"
She shook her head nervously. "I'm very sorry Mr Bass," she replied. "I'll have a doctor come and see Ms Waldorf as soon as I can."
"If there's not a doctor in there in the next 5 minutes, I'm making a formal complaint to the hospital board," he threatened.
"Okay Chuck, that's enough," Harold said. "The woman's doing the best she can."
He turned around with a look of disbelief, "So I should just sit back and let her 'do the best she can' while our baby- your grandchild, dies?"
"Please man, calm down," Nate pleaded. "I know you're worried, but you're not helping anyone right now."
"Charles?" a voice said from behind them.
Chuck, Nate and Harold all turned around to see Dr Roberts standing behind them. "Dr Roberts," Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. "You're here."
She nodded, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but we were waiting on Blair's test results."
"And?" he asked.
"Why don't we go to Blair and I'll speak to the both of you together?" she told him. Chuck looked at her worriedly, before following her into Blair's hospital room.
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