"I'm sorry Ms Waldorf, I can't wait any longer," the ultrasound technician told her sympathetically. "I have another appointment shortly."

She sighed from where she was sitting on the examination bed. She was having her last ultrasound today and Chuck was supposed to meet her there- 20 minutes ago. "I'm sure he's just stuck in traffic or something," Blair reasoned, more to herself than the woman in front of her. "We can't wait 10 more minutes?"

"I'm afraid not," she replied. "If you want your partner to be here you can always reschedule for another day."

"No," she said abruptly, suddenly becoming mad at Chuck for forgetting about the appointment. "It's fine, we can start." Blair laid back on the bed with a frown, not looking forward to the fight she and Chuck would no doubt be having about this later on.

"Okay," the woman said, applying the cold gel onto Blair's stomach.

She hated that horrible gel stuff, it was cold and felt disgusting. As Blair laid there she couldn't help but think that it probably wasn't such a good idea to proceed with the appointment. She was far too angry to be able to enjoy it now. That bastard, who did he think he was? She had carried around his baby for the last seven and a half months and he couldn't even manage to remember an ultrasound appointment. Blair suddenly couldn't wait to give Chuck a piece of her mind, there was going to be hell to pay. Her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly heard a strange sound. She looked to the ultrasound technician in surprise, "Is that-?"

"The baby's heartbeat?" she finished with a smile. "Yes it is."

"Wow," she breathed. Blair couldn't help but smile at the sound, as she watched her baby move around on the screen. It was incredible to see the baby moving and feel him inside her at the same time. This particular ultrasound was different to the ones they had previously. It was a '4D' ultrasound in which you could see the baby much more clearly.

"It says in your file that you're 30 weeks pregnant as of yesterday, is that correct?" the woman asked, glancing down at the file on the small table beside her.

Blair nodded, "Yes."

"I'm not sure that I agree with the due date your doctor has given you."

"Why is that?"

"Well, the baby seems to be developed to at least 31 weeks," she explained. "Your due date should be about a week earlier."

"Oh," Blair commented in confusion, feeling a little uneasy at the idea that they might not have as much time to prepare for the baby as they initially thought.

"It doesn't really mean much, one week isn't that much of a difference," she continued. "But regardless, I'm going to change your due date to May 25th which is only 8 days earlier."

"Okay," she replied, not sure what to say. Should she be happy or scared? "That's a good thing I guess, it's one week closer to being able to hold my son."

The woman smiled, "Are you excited?"

"Of course," Blair smiled, "but also scared."

"You'll be fine, don't worry," she winked at her, moving the wand around on Blair's belly. "I'm trying to get a good picture of his face, but he's not being very co-operative I'm afraid."

She chuckled, "He's already being stubborn."

The ultrasound technician moved the wand around a bit more until eventually they could see most of the baby's face. "There we go," she said, pressing a button to take a photo of the screen. Blair was shocked when she could see the little baby's face. He had his eyes squeezed shut and one of his hands on his ear. What amazed her was how much he looked like Chuck.

"He looks so much like his father, it's unbelievable," Blair commented.

"That's genetics for you," she teased with a chuckle.

"Well yes but it's still surprising that he looks nothing like me," she explained.

"It's still early. The little guy has another 8 or 9 weeks of growing to do so that could change," she said. Blair just nodded, looking back to the screen. She had to admit that she was happy that their son looked like Chuck and secretly hoped that he would stay that way.

When Blair arrived at Chuck's office at Bass Industries, she was experiencing mixed emotions. On one hand, she was angry at Chuck for forgetting about the ultrasound appointment. But she was also extremely excited to show him the pictures of the baby that she had gotten. Blair approached the receptionist's desk with a forced smile. She had never liked Chuck's receptionist. Paula was in her mid-thirties and divorced with two children. She was always extremely rude to everyone, not just Blair. "Hello Paula," she greeted her.

She looked up at Blair, her eyes widening when she saw her belly, "Oh my god, you're huge," she commented in surprise.

"Uh, thanks," Blair replied, feeling extremely self-conscious.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that," Paula continued. "It's just I haven't seen you in a couple of months and all of sudden you've just-"

"Yes I know, I'm enormous," she interrupted. "Can I see Chuck please?"

"He's in a meeting with the board."

"Well tell him to come out of the meeting, I need to speak to him," Blair demanded.

"I can't do that," she shook her head.

"Yes you can," she argued. "Just tell him that I've gone into labor or something."

"Or, you can take a seat and wait for the meeting to end," Paula retorted with a cocky smile, gesturing to the couch a few feet away. "It shouldn't be too much longer." Blair was fuming. Her patience with the low-class receptionist was wearing thin. She snorted in annoyance, then turned and began walking down the hallway towards the boardroom as fast as she could. "You can't go in there!" she heard Paula call out after her. She didn't care, she had the right to see her fiancée whenever she damn well wanted to. Blair knocked on the door then folding her arms across her chest, scowling angrily.

After a moment the door opened partially and Blair found herself face-to-face with a grey-haired man with a beard and glasses in a navy blue suit that she didn't recognise. He must have been a guest to the meeting since he was not one of the regular attendees. He looked her up and down, peering at her curiously, "Yes?"

"Can I speak to Mr Bass please?" she asked, trying her best to be polite.

"He's busy right now. You'll have to come back later," he replied rudely.

"But I really need to speak with him," she insisted.

"I'm afraid it's not a good time," he replied, his patience wearing thin.

"Who is it?" Blair heard Chuck's voice ask from within.

"There's a woman here to see you," he said, turning away from her. Blair took this opportunity to push the door open the rest of the way and stepped into the room. The older man looked at her in surprise.

"Blair," Chuck said in confusion, wondering why she was there. He stood up from his seat and began to make his way over to her.

"Hello Blair," one of the men seated at the table greeted her with a smug smile. His name was Ted Wesley, he was a major shareholder in Bass Industries and a real sleaze. "You're looking well, pregnancy suits you."

"Thank you..." she replied with a forced smile, feeling uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. Luckily Chuck reached her at this point, putting his arm around her waist protectively. Although she was currently angry with him, it made Blair feel safer with him beside her. The man who had opened the door looked between Chuck and Blair nervously, only now realising that he had been rude to Chuck's fiancée.

"I'm sorry Charles," he said, looking to Blair with a nervous smile. "I had no idea-"

"Don't worry about it," he said with a slight nod. He was obviously annoyed, but didn't want to cause a scene. "Excuse us for a minute," he said to the rest of the room, leading Blair out of the wooden doors.

The second the doors shut, Chuck felt Blair's hand collide with the side of his head. "What the hell?" he hissed, grabbing his head with one hand.

"I can't believe that you forgot!" she hissed back.

Chuck looked at her in terror, what had he forgotten? "I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

"We had an appointment today Chuck," Blair snapped. She pointed down to her belly, "Guess what for.'

It suddenly hit him. "The ultrasound," he said, mentally slapping himself. "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot."

"Well obviously," she retorted.

"You should have called me, I would have come," he told her.

"I tried, you didn't answer."

Chuck reached into his pocket and realised that he must have left his phone is his office. "Damn it," he muttered.

"What?"

"My phone is in my office," he explained. "Look, I'm really sorry Blair. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Do you know how embarrassed I was when you didn't show up?" she asked. "The woman looked at me as if I were a common whore with a dead-beat boyfriend."

"I'm sorry that you felt that way, but it was just one appointment," Chuck pointed out.

"It was an important appointment," Blair snapped.

"Come on, what did you see at this appointment that we didn't see at our previous ones?"

She reached into her bag and pulled out the envelope of photographs she had gotten of the baby angrily. She sorted through them quickly until she found the one of the baby's face and threw it at him. "This, is what I saw." She then turned and took off up the hallway.

Chuck managed to grab hold of the picture, then turned it the right way around and held it up in front of him. He looked at the picture in surprise, amazed at how clearly he could see the baby. He looked up to call Blair to come back, but she was already gone.

A short time later, Blair found herself at her mother's penthouse. She didn't want to go back to the Empire so it was the next logical place she could think of to go. She stepped out of the elevator and approached Dorota and Eleanor with a huff.

"Blair, what's the matter?" Eleanor asked curiously.

"I hate him," she replied abruptly, tossing her hand bag onto the couch angrily.

"Who?"

"Chuck!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

"Uh oh, what did Mr Chuck do?" Dorota asked worriedly.

"Mr Chuck is a self-absorbed asshole," Blair grumbled.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to be a little more specific dear," Eleanor replied, exchanging an amused look with Dorota.

She took a deep breath, calming herself down a little before continuing, "He forgot that we had an ultrasound appointment today."

"That's all?" Eleanor replied with a chuckle.

"What do you mean that's all?" Blair exclaimed. "I was humiliated!"

"I'm sure Mr Chuck did not mean it," Dorota offered with a small smile.

"Well of course he didn't mean to forget the appointment but he did," she replied, "which shows how little he really cares about this baby."

"That's not true Blair," Eleanor told her.

"He love baby very, very much," Dorota added.

"If he loves it so much, why couldn't he remember that we had an ultrasound appointment?"

"That's just the way men are," Eleanor started. "They're not like us women, they forget things. I've lost count of the number of times I've had to remind Cyrus of the date of our anniversary."

"I don't care," she retorted, sitting down on the couch angrily. "I'm staying here until he comes and begs for my forgiveness."

"Begs?" Dorota repeated.

"That's the only way that I'll forgive him," Blair concluded with a satisfied nod.

"Oh dear God," Eleanor sighed. "Don't you think you're being just a touch overdramatic?"

"No I don't," she replied simply. "Now Dorota, can you bring me a plate of fruit, I'm starving."

She looked at Blair's mother for a moment before nodding. "Of course Miss Blair," she said, before heading into the kitchen.

Eleanor looked down at her daughter, "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like Blair, but I really think that you should go home and talk to him."

"I'd rather kill him with my bare hands," she retorted bitterly. Eleanor rolled her eyes with a sigh.

After cutting his meeting with the board short, Chuck immediately went home to talk to Blair. As soon as he arrived at the penthouse, he realized that it was empty. He turned and headed back towards the elevator, which opened abruptly in front of him to reveal Eric standing there with a smile. "Hey Chuck, what's up?" he greeted him, taking a step out of the elevator.

Chuck gestured back towards the elevator and stepped inside, followed by a confused Eric. "This really isn't a good time I'm afraid. I've got to go find Blair."

"Has something happened?" he asked worriedly as the elevator began descending towards the ground floor.

"I kind of forgot that we had an ultrasound today," he admitted, cringing at the thought.

"And now she's pissed?"

"Uh-huh," Chuck nodded. "And now I feel really guilty," he added, pulling the ultrasound picture out of his pocket, "Especially after seeing this." He handed his step-brother the picture.

"This is your kid?" Eric asked with a smile as he looked at the picture.

"That's your nephew," he confirmed, glancing at the electronic screen of the elevator anxiously. They were only halfway down the building.

"That's pretty cool," he commented, handing the piece of paper back to Chuck. "She's probably at Serena's by the way. Or her mother's."

Chuck nodded, "I was going to go to Serena's first."

"I might come with you," Eric replied. "It's been a while since I've seen my dear sister."

"Okay."

"Have you tried calling Blair?"

"I have, she isn't answering," he said as the elevator doors opened. "Actually, I'm pretty sure that she's been rejecting all of my calls," he added as they exited the elevator and made their way across the lobby.

"Don't worry Chuck, she'll forgive you," Eric said as they exited the building to find Chuck's limo parked out the front of the hotel. "She can't stay mad at you forever."

"Let's hope not," he commented.

"Chuck, Eric, this is a surprise," Serena commented when she answered the door, giving her little brother a quick hug. She hadn't seen Eric in over a week.

"Is Blair here?" Chuck asked.

"No she's not," she replied. "Do you guys want to come in?"

"Sure," Eric answered, stepping inside.

"I've got to go find Blair actually," Chuck explained.

"Where is she?"

"He's in big trouble," Eric taunted.

"Why?"

"I forgot about an ultrasound appointment okay?" he retorted. "Put me on death row already."

"Blair will probably kill you first," Serena commented, cringing at the thought of how mad her best friend must be right now.

He scoffed, "Thanks Serena, that's really helpful."

"You should try Eleanor's place," she told him.

"That's where I was heading now," Chuck nodded. They said their goodbyes then he made his way down the hallway.

"Well if it isn't the abandoner," Blair commented as Chuck stepped out of the elevator. She was seated on the couch in the living room with a plate of fruit rested on her belly.

He sighed as he approached her, "I said I was sorry."

"Maybe that isn't enough," she shrugged, biting into a strawberry.

Chuck rolled his eyes, "Okay Blair, what do you want me to do to earn your forgiveness?"

"You can lose the sarcastic tone for a start."

"Seriously, what can I do to make it up to you?" he asked, sitting down beside her.

She smirked, suddenly having an idea. "Dorota!" she called out. "Get up," she told him, pushing him slightly.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it," Blair said, as the maid came into the room. Chuck got up in confusion.

"Yes Miss Blair?" Dorota said.

She smiled warmly, patting the spot on the lounge beside her, "Take a seat Dorota."

"Why?"

"Mr Chuck is going to be our Dorota for the afternoon," she explained, grinning at him. Dorota sat down hesitantly.

"You can't be serious," he chuckled.

Blair nodded, "Oh I am." She turned to Dorota, "Now what would you like him to get you?"

"Uh..." she started reluctantly.

"Blair," Chuck protested.

"Do you want me to forgive you or not?" she asked simply.

He pondered this for a moment before giving in, "Fine. What would you like?"

"First of all, from now on you address us as Miss Blair and Miss Dorota," Blair instructed. "Oh and how could I forget?" She held out her hand towards Dorota, "Your apron please." Dorota gave her a confused look, but nevertheless removed her apron and handed it to her. Blair extended the apron towards Chuck.

"No, absolutely not," he shook his head in disbelief. Pregnant Blair was even more crazy than normal Blair in terms of punishments. "I'll be your Dorota but there's no way I'm wearing that apron."

She shrugged, "Then you can go home because I'm not forgiving you." Chuck grabbed the apron out of Blair's hand, putting it on while grumbling something under his breath. She just smiled in triumph and Dorota tried (and failed) to hold back a giggle at the sight of Chuck Bass in an apron. "You look lovely," Blair commented, also giggling.

He glared at her and asked through clenched teeth, "What would you like me to get you?"

"Miss Blair," she corrected, resting her hands on her belly.

He sighed but reluctantly added, "Miss Blair."

"An iced tea would be nice," she smiled. "And not the ready-made kind either, make it from scratch." Blair smiled even wider at the look on Chuck's face, then casually asked Dorota, "How about you Dorota, what would you like?"

"Iced tea does sound good," she nodded. "And maybe scones. We have some in fridge."

"Good idea Dorota," Blair acknowledged before turning back to Chuck. "Now run along, don't just stand there looking pretty."

He lowered his eyes at her. He forced himself to keep his mouth shut as he turned and made his way towards the kitchen.

Two hours later, Chuck was still stuck being Dorota for Blair and the real Dorota, who were both finding the situation very amusing. They had sent him to complete many tasks for them all around the house. After making them iced tea and scones, Chuck was ordered by Blair to go into one of the spare bedrooms and find a photo album of Blair as a baby, claiming that she was all of a sudden feeling sentimental. He had done as she asked, expecting the punishment to be over but it continued. Next, Blair asked him to dust and vacuum the entire living room, which Chuck also did under sufferance, trying to ignore the giggles and flashes of Blair's camera as she took photos that would no doubt be used for blackmail later. In between all of this, he had been instructed to fluff their pillows, bring them various foods and clean up after them.

Chuck was currently hiding out in the kitchen. He had removed his apron and it was now discarded on the bench. "I didn't say you could take that off," a voice said from behind him.

And turned around to face his torturer, "This isn't funny anymore Blair."

"Dorota and I are finding it quite amusing," she replied.

"I don't care, I'm going home," he told her. "You can join me or not, it's up to you."

"You can't go," Blair protested. "I'm not done with you."

"You're not done with me?" he repeated in disbelief. "I'm not one of your minions Blair. I know that I screwed up, but I apologized and I was your loyal servant for the last two hours. What more do you want from me?"

"What I want is to be your number one priority!" she exclaimed in frustration. "I know how selfish this sounds, but I really don't care. I'm the one carrying our baby so you should be at my beck and call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."

Chuck paused, thinking for a moment. "Okay," he concluded.

"What?"

"I said okay," he repeated. "I'll be at your 'beck and call' for the rest of the pregnancy."

Blair looked at him in confusion, "But I'm being so unreasonable."

"You're allowed to be unreasonable, you're pregnant," he reasoned, putting his arms around her. "You're right, you and the baby should be my top priority right now."

"You never cease to amaze me Chuck Bass," she commented, shaking her head in confusion.

He smiled. "So how was the ultrasound?"

"Amazing," she replied instantly. "I really wish you were there though."

"So do I, judging by this photo it looks like I missed a lot," he said, pulling the picture of the baby out of his pocket. He had been carrying it around ever since Blair had thrown it at him.

"This kid looks so much like you it's scary," Blair commented, taking the picture from him and looking at it with a smile. "I think we're having a little Chuck Jr."

"You think so?" Chuck asked, looking down at the picture.

She nodded, "We should probably let the hospital know that I'm giving birth to the Anti-Christ."

He chuckled. "He'll be my prodigy. I'll teach him everything he needs to know about seducing beautiful women and never calling them again," he teased.

"You will not," Blair said, making a face. "Our son is going to be a perfect gentleman."

"I hate to be the one to tell you this but you're having my kid, not Prince William's," Chuck retorted with a smirk.

"Unfortunately," she commented teasingly. He glared at her. "Oh by the way, I kind of have some news."

"You do?"

Blair nodded, "At the appointment today, the lady who was doing the ultrasound changed my due date to a week earlier."

"So we have only nine weeks to go then?"

"Yep," she smiled nervously.

"That's not long at all," he commented.

"Nope," she replied. "Do you want to go home?"

"Definitely," he replied with a sigh of relief. "I'm exhausted from being your bitch all afternoon."

"But you were such a good bitch," she told him. She grabbed his hand and they made their way out of the kitchen.

"Well we can continue this game at home," Chuck murmered in her ear. "Only you can order me to do much more enjoyable things to you."

Blair looked at him with a knowing smirk, before they entered the living room to say goodbye to Dorota.

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