It feels kind of weird to be writing about happy Chair when all hell is going to break loose in the next episode. What were the writers thinking? Chuck & Jenny! I'm just hoping that everything isn't how it seems in the UK promo and somehow Chuck and Blair get a happy ending either in the finale or next season. Anyway, heres the next chapter. Please review :)

Two months had passed since that eventful Christmas Day and Blair was now nearly 6 months pregnant. Her morning sickness had completely disappeared and she was feeling pretty good most of the time. Blair's stomach had grown substantially and in her words, she was "huge". Blair had realized 3 weeks ago that none of her regular clothes fitted her anymore. It was safe to say that she didn't react well to this realization, which Chuck found out first hand when he found her sitting in their closet in her underwear sobbing.

"Blair, what's the matter?" Chuck had asked her, well used to her crazy hormonal pregnancy moments by that point.

She lifted her head up suddenly, "Oh God, don't look at me Chuck, I'm hideous!" she exclaimed overdramatically, as if she were some disgusting monster. She rested her head back on her knees, clutching her brown skirt that no longer fit her in her hand.

He nearly let out a laugh, but thought it would be in his best interests to take her seriously at that moment. "What are you talking about?" he asked her, kneeling down on the floor in front of her. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are you sitting here in your underwear?" Blair mumbled something that Chuck couldn't make out. "What?"

She looked up at him again with wide eyes, "Because I'm fat okay! None of my clothes fit me."

Chuck sighed, rubbing her back comfortingly, "First of all, you're not fat, you're pregnant." She groaned. "Second of all," he continued, "If your clothes don't fit you we'll get you some new ones, it's no big deal."

"It is a big deal," Blair sobbed. "I've never been more than a size 2 in my entire life and now I'm the size of a whale!"

He shook his head, "Blair you're growing another person inside of you, you are by no means fat." She pouted. "Come on," he said, standing up and extending his hand to help her up.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going shopping," Chuck replied, helping her up off the floor.

"No," she groaned. "I don't feel like shopping right now."

"Since when does Blair Waldorf say no to a shopping trip?" he challenged her with a smirk. She looked at him skeptically. "I promise I'll buy you whatever you want and I won't complain about the number of stores you go into," Chuck offered when he saw her reluctance.

Blair slowly nodded, "Okay, but only because I desperately need clothes."

"Alright," he smiled. "Why don't you put some clothes on and we'll go?"

She looked at Chuck as if he had just called her one of the most offensive names in the world, "Nothing fits me anymore you asshole!" she shrieked, throwing her skirt at him in anger.

"Ow!" Chuck cried out, feeling the zipper of the skirt hit him in the eye. His hand flew to his eye instantly, "Shit Blair, my eye!"

She gasped. She hadn't actually intended to hurt him. "I am so sorry! Are you okay?" she asked, starting to panic as she leaned forward to try and examine his eye. "Let me see," Blair urged, trying to pry Chuck's hand away from his eye.

"No, stop," he said, edging away from her in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean to-"

"Stop," Chuck said bluntly, standing up from the floor. If he didn't leave the room now, he would probably say something that he would regret.

As Chuck stormed out of the closet, Blair grabbed her robe and threw it on, tying it up just above her round belly. She hurried out of the room and found her extremely patient fiancée leaning against the bench in the kitchen with a packet of frozen peas on his face. Blair would of laughed at the sight if she hadn't felt so guilty. She went over and took the packet of peas from Chuck's hand, and held it to his eye herself.

"You can yell at me if you want," Blair offered, taking the peas off Chuck's face for a moment to examine his eye, which looked red and puffy. She winced.

He shook his head at her offer and asked, "How bad is it?"

"It's really red and swollen," she told him, "I think we should get a doctor to take a look at it."

Chuck scoffed, "You're 5 months pregnant and yet you somehow managed to beat me up."

"I'm sorry," Blair said again, feeling extremely guilty. He just looked at her blankly. "I love you," she said sweetly.

"Is that why you tried to blind me?"

"Please don't be mad."

"Well it hurts!"

Blair let out an involuntary sob, "Oh my God, I'm a monster!" Chuck looked at her questionably through his one good eye. "This is domestic abuse and you're the victim!"

He couldn't help but smirk at her distraught expression, "Don't worry, I'm not going to report you to the cops."

"It's not funny!"

"It was an accident Blair," Chuck replied, taking the frozen peas out of her hand and setting the packet down on the bench. "God your hormones are getting out of control."

"I'm really, really sorry," she stressed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He gave in, with a sigh. "I'll forgive you if you take me to the doctor," he told her. Chuck winced as he tried to blink, "And make the pain stop."

"You are such a baby," she replied, pulling back from him. "Come on." She turned around to head for the elevator.

"You might want to put some clothes on first," Chuck suggested without thinking. Blair tensed and slowly turned back around to face him with a glare.

After coming home from the doctor in an eyepatch that day, Chuck learnt never to cross a hormonal Blair. He learnt when to comfort her, when to be careful about what he said to her and when to stay away all together. Fortunately, Blair had become much more used to her pregnant body in the last few weeks and was actually starting to enjoy being able to eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Well within reason, she was still Blair Waldorf after all.

On this particular Saturday, Blair was having lunch with Lily at a nice restaurant near Central Park. Chuck had intended to join them, but was called into work for an emergency meeting a few hours before, which Blair hadn't been happy about.

"How are you feeling Blair?" Lily asked her, just after their main meals had been brought out.

"A lot better," Blair nodded. "No more morning sickness, thank God."

"I'm so glad, it's a terrible thing to have to go through."

"It's awful," she agreed, taking a bite of her food.

Lily suddenly thought of something, "Oh! Before I forget," she said, reaching into her handbag and pulling out two books. "I saw these in a bookstore and I thought they might be useful for you and Chuck."

Blair picked up the books, one was simply titled, Baby Names and the other, 1000 Potential Dangers for Baby Around the Home. She looked up at Lily nervously, "1000? There's 1000 potential dangers for my baby in my home?"

"Not necessarily 1000," she replied. Seeing the look on Blair's face she added, "Don't worry, it's mostly things like easy-opening cabinets and small objects. I just thought Chuck might want to start baby-proofing the penthouse."

Blair scoffed at the idea of Chuck doing any form of manual labour. She loved Chuck, but he definitely wasn't what you would call a 'handyman'. "Or the guys from hotel maintenance," she replied, flicking through the book. She read potential danger #583 and looked to Lily in surprise, "Babies can choke on napkins?"

Lily nodded, "A baby can choke on just about anything. You'll have to baby-proof the entire penthouse before the baby comes."

Blair glanced back down to the book worriedly. "Oh." The amount of times she and Chuck left napkins, tissues or pieces of paper lying around was ridiculous. They would have to be extra careful from now on. As she read through the next page of the book, more and more hazards came to Blair's attention. Wires, cabinets, coffee tables, refrigerator magnets, outlets...the list was endless. She shut the book suddenly and looked up at Lily nervously, "Uh, I'm sorry Lily but I have to go," she told her, taking out a couple of notes from her purse and setting them down on the table.

"But you haven't finished your lunch," she pointed out, gesturing to Blair's half-empty plate.

"I know. I just have to go."

"Okay..." Lily replied in confusion. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'll see you later," Blair said, before taking off towards the exit of the restaurant.

Blair stood in the middle of the penthouse's living room, looking around in horror, noticing more and more dangers by the minute. What used to look like a modern, stylish apartment now looked like a baby death-trap in Blair's eyes. She eyed the coffee table. Sharp corners, her mind pointed out and she nodded in agreement, just imagining her son crawling for the first time, only to be knocked unconscious by hitting his head on the coffee table. Blair gasped in horror, then stormed out of the room to find her laptop. Once she had logged on, she immediately opened her internet browser and searched 'baby-proofing specialists new york'. She took out her cellphone and dialled the first number she found.

An hour later, there was two men from the baby-proofing service in the penthouse, baby-proofing every part of it that Blair has specified. She had written a long list of changes that had to be made, including installing child-proof locks on the refridgerator and cupboards, applying padding to the corners of the coffee table and moving any wires from off the floor. Blair was currently making her way through the penthouse carrying a clipboard, noting down any other changes that had to be made before the baby arrived. She shook her head when she saw the random motorbike Chuck had on display in the hallway. This definitely had to go. "Do you believe this?" Blair asked one of the baby-proofing guys whose name was Mike, according to his name-tag. "I don't know why Chuck even has this in here. I mean it's a motorbike, it's supposed to be outside."

Mike, who looked to be in his late teens just chuckled, "Personally, I think it's pretty awesome."

Blair looked at him in disbelief, "Yes, I'm sure it's going to be pretty awesome when this thing falls and crushes my baby," she retorted in annoyance, her hand rested on her stomach. He looked at her nervously. "What are you staring at? Get back to work," she said, clapping her hands together twice. As he hurried off, Blair went into the living room and grabbed the phone to dial the front desk.

"Yes Mr Bass?" Sophie from the front desk asked when she answered the phone.

"Actually, this is Ms Waldorf," Blair replied politely. "Would you be able to send someone up to move some things down to Mr Bass' storage room for me?"

"I'm sorry but we're not allowed to move anything from Mr Bass' residence to storage without his permission," Sophie explained.

She sighed impatiently. "Sophie, right?" she asked, not waiting for an answer. "As you are aware, I am nearly 6 months pregnant. If you don't send someone up to help me, I'll have to try and lift things on my own," Blair pointed out. "I'm sure Mr Bass wouldn't be happy if he knew that you made his pregnant fiancée move furniture all by herself."

She paused for a moment, thinking about which option was less likely to get her into trouble. "I'll send someone up right away," she replied finally.

Blair smiled victoriously. "Thank you Sophie, have a good day," she said fakely, hanging up the phone without waiting for an answer. She then carried on with her inspection.

A couple of hours later, Chuck arrived home after a series of agonizingly long meetings at Bass Industries. He stepped out of the elevator, hung up his coat and called out, "Blair, I'm h-" He was silenced by the current appearance of his once perfectly arranged penthouse. He slowly walked into the living room in shock. At least a quarter of the furniture was missing, along with half of the smaller items that were usually lying around the place. Chuck approached the coffee table in horror, running his hand along the corners that were covered with foam padding. What the hell was going on? He glanced up from the coffee table and gasped. The entertainment unit where his plasma TV usually sat was empty, with no trace of his beloved television anywhere. Chuck backed away slowly and sat himself down on the couch in shock.

Blair suddenly emerged from the bedroom, "Hey, you're finally home," she smiled as she approached him.

Chuck gave her a horrified look and choked out, "Have we been robbed?" He looked over to where the television should be mournfully.

She chuckled, sitting herself down beside him, "Of course not, I just moved a few things down to storage."

"A few things?" Chuck repeated. "This place looks like a contemporary art gallery."

Blair frowned, "It's not that bad-"

"You got rid of my TV!" he exclaimed pointing to the bare entertainment unit.

"I got rid of it so we could get a new one that hangs on the wall," she explained. "The other one could have easily fallen on the baby when he gets here."

Chuck stared at her in disbelief, "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." He looked down at the padded coffee table, "And what is this?"

"Padding, so the baby doesn't hit his head when he starts crawling," Blair told him calmly.

He shook his head, "Have you lost your mind?"

She frowned, "I have not. I was just trying to make this place more baby-friendly before the baby actually gets here."

"I understand that, but don't you think this is going a little overboard?"

"Well I'm actually regretting throwing out all the tissues," Blair admitted, "but then I'd be worried that the baby was going to choke on one." She paused. "I think that we should just use hankerchiefs from now on."

Chuck blinked, "I need a drink." He got up and made his way over to the bar. He poured himself a glass of scotch and leaning down to open the bar fridge to get some ice. He tugged at the door, which wouldn't budge. Chuck pulled on the door once again then gave up, "Great, now the bar fridge is broken. Is nothing sacred?"

She stood up and walked over to the bar. "Calm down, I had the baby-proofing guys install child-proof locks on both of the fridges," she explained, undoing the lock and opening the fridge for him.

Chuck leant down and grabbed a tray of ice cubes. "Why?" he asked, dropping two ice cubes in his drink.

Blair huffed in annoyance, returning the ice cube tray to the freezer and re-locking it. "Toddlers can easily open refrigerator doors and get trapped inside."

He shook his head, drinking the whole glass of scotch in one gulp. He took a deep breath and asked, "What brought on all of this? You weren't this pedantic about baby-proofing the penthouse when I left this morning."

"Lily gave me this book at lunch," Blair explained, grabbing the book from where she had left it on the bar. She handed it to him. "It lists all items around the home that could be dangerous for a baby."

Chuck flipped through the book quickly, then looked back up at his fiancée. "You shouldn't follow this book word-for-word. It was probably written by some insane, over-protective mother with OCD."

Blair was taken back, "I've actually learnt a lot from that book Chuck. It was really helpful."

He set down the book and took her hands in his own, "Blair," Chuck began, "I know you want to protect our baby from anything that could hurt him-"

"Of course I do-"

"But," he interrupted, "we can't be overly protective of him. Little boys need to play rough and hurt themselves, it's character building."

Blair scoffed, "Like you ever played rough as a kid. You were too worried that you would get your suit dirty."

Chuck glared at her. "The point is if you baby him, this kid is going to turn out to be the biggest girl in the whole of Manhattan."

She gasped, folding her arms across her chest, "That's a terrible thing to say."

"Blair," he sighed, grabbing her by the shoulders gently and turning her around, "look around. Doesn't this seem like overkill to you?"

Blair looked around the room and had to admit that it did look a little bare. "Maybe I went a little too far with this," she admitted sheepishly, turning back to face him.

Chuck nodded with a small smile, "Just a little."

She looked at him worriedly, "Can we still buy a new TV that hangs on the wall?"

He nodded, wrapping his arms around her, "Of course," he smiled, kissing her. "But only if you promise to take those locks off both refrigerators until our son is at least a year old. I don't think he'll be getting into them before he can walk."

"Okay," she gave in. "You know, Lily gave me another book too."

Chuck groaned, "What's this one about?"

"It's a baby names book," Blair replied. "I think it's time we started choosing names for our little guy, don't you?"

"I do, it's going to take us a while, no doubt," he agreed.

"Sit," she told him, gesturing to the couch. "I'll go get the book."

A few minutes later, they were both settled on the couch with a notepad and pen each. "So, we each write down ten names that we like from this book," Blair began. "Then we'll talk about it and eventually narrow it down to two names, a first name and a middle name."

"You've been planning this all day haven't you?"

"Just a bit."

"Thought so."

They passed the baby names book between them for the next half an hour, before finally finishing their lists. "Are you done?" Blair asked, glancing over at Chuck's paper.

"Yes, are you?"

She nodded, "Okay, what's your first choice?"

"Sebastian," he told her, waiting for her reaction.

Blair tilted her head to the side, "Sebastian Bass." She made a face, "No."

"Why not?" Chuck asked.

"Think about it, Se-BAS-tian BASS," she replied slowly. "His first name can't have his surname in it, it sounds weird."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does."

"Can we put it on the maybe list?"

"Fine," Blair retorted, scribbling down the name under the heading, 'Maybe' on her notepad. She would talk Chuck out of it later.

"Your turn," Chuck said, glancing down to her list.

"Okay," she smiled, looking at her notepad, "Jasper."

"No," he replied immediately.

"No?"

"No."

"What's wrong with Jasper?"

"What isn't wrong with Jasper?" Chuck retorted.

"You have to have a reason for not liking the name," Blair replied.

"I do, it sounds terrible," he told her. "Now cross it off the list."

"Okay," she sighed dramatically, putting a line through the name Jasper.

"Alright, I think you're going to like this one," Chuck began. "Nicholas."

Blair smiled, "I do like that." She scribbled the name down. "That was easy, good job Bass."

He grinned triumphantly, "What's your next choice?"

"Adam," she said. "Come on, you have to love this one. I can just imagine a little Adam Bass."

Chuck shrugged, "It's okay."

She sighed, "Maybe list?" He nodded. "Okay, next?"

"This one is my favourite," he smirked. "Charles."

Blair rolled her eyes, "We've had this discussion, we're not naming our son Chuck Jr."

"But Blair...." he whined.

"No," she shook her head. "Sorry but it's definitely off the list." She was about to cross the name out on Chuck's notepad when she had a thought. "I have an idea."

"About what?"

"About baby names obviously," she rolled her eyes. "Can I propose a compromise?"

He looked at her curiously, "What do you have in mind?"

"Charles could be his middle name?" Blair offered.

"That's your last offer?" Chuck asked. She nodded. "Fine, I'll take it."

She smiled, "See Chuck? We can compromise and still get what we want."

"We still have to decide on the baby's first name," he pointed out.

"Speaking of, if we have Charles as his middle name, we can't have Nicholas as his first name."

"Why not?"

"It doesn't work, there's too many s's," Blair explained. "Nicholas Charles Bass, see? Way too many s's."

Chuck shook his head in confusion, "This is so complicated."

"Well our baby is going to have this name for his entire life, we've got to get it right," she said, patting him on the leg. "Come on, what's your next choice?"

He groaned, this was going to take awhile.

What do you all think? Do you like any of the names I mentioned? Feel free to leave name suggestions in a review! Thanks for reading :)