There's some Blair and Eleanor bonding in this chapter, which I think is long overdue. Did anyone else think it was strange how in 3x18, Eleanor had this epiphany about how she could have been a better mother to Blair then didn't really do anything about it? I don't know, maybe it was just me. Anyway, I sort of addressed that in this chapter. I hope the talk they have isn't too weird and not very mother-daughtery. Let me know what you think :) By the way, I'm not saying in this chapter that Blair is whiny and clingy all the time. It's just supposed to be a symptom of the pregnancy. Thank you to everyone who's been reviewing, it really makes my day!

"What?" Blair snapped, abruptly setting her tub of ice cream on the kitchen bench.

Chuck winced, "It's just a couple of days Blair, I'll be back before you know it."

"It's a couple of days in Paris," she pointed out, sticking her spoon back into the ice cream. "That's another country Chuck. What if the baby comes early? You'll never make it back in time!"

"I doubt the baby's going to come five weeks early," he told her, trying to reason with her.

"It's possible."

"Well just try not to do any labor-inducing activites and you should be fine," he said. "The only reason I'm going is because I want to tie up some unfinished business deals before the baby gets here."

"Fine, then I'm coming with you," Blair decided, eating a spoonful of ice cream.

"You're not allowed to fly this late in your pregnancy, you know that," Chuck pointed out, taking her spoon off her and began to dig into the ice cream himself.

She glared at him, before snatching the spoon from his mouth, "I don't care, they'll just have to make an exception. Besides, I assume that you're taking the Bass jet there. Normal flight rules wouldn't apply."

"I doubt my pilot would agree to it-"

"Your pilot will do what he's told," Blair snapped, sticking her spoon into the ice cream once more, this time a little too forcefully.

"What did that ice cream ever do to you?" he teased.

She shot a glare back at him. "This isn't fair, I don't want you to go," she whined, all of a sudden wrapping her arms around his waist.

He just peered at her in confusion, she wasn't usually this clingy. "Three days and two nights," he told her. "That's all it will be."

Blair groaned, pulling back from him and setting her hands on the sides of her belly. "Think of your son in here, do you really want to leave him?"

Chuck rested his hands on her belly, "Of course I don't, but I have to."

She sighed in defeat, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" she exclaimed.

"This was a last minute thing, I told you as soon as I found out," he replied in defence.

Blair pouted, "What am I going to do at home all alone for three days?" She was graduating from NYU next week and had her final exams two weeks ago, so she literally had nothing left to do but wait for the baby to be born.

He thought for a moment, "Why don't you go stay with Nate and Serena?"

"I can take care of myself, I don't need a baby-sitter."

Chuck nodded, "I know but I think I would be more comfortable if you were staying with someone. Just in case anything happens."

She sighed, "I don't know..."

"Please?" he asked. "Just for my own peace of mind."

She shrugged, "Well if they agree to it..."

He smiled, leaning in to give her a quick kiss, "Thank you." He pulling out his cellphone and began making his way out of the room, "I'll go call Serena."

"Okay," she replied with a sigh, before digging into her ice cream once more.

"Well if it isn't our guest?" Nate grinned after opening the door to find Chuck and a very reluctant looking Blair.

"Nathaniel," he nodded as they made their way inside. Chuck rolled in one suitcase while carrying another, refusing to let Blair carry anything but her hand bag.

Nate peered at the luggage in confusion, "Are you moving in permanently?"

Blair rolled her eyes, "This is nothing. You should see how much I pack when I go away for a month."

"You could go away for a month with all this stuff," Chuck commented, setting down the suitcase beside the couch.

Serena emerged from her bedroom a moment later, "Oh Blair, you're here!"

"Yay," she replied half-heartedly.

Her friend fake-pouted, "Is someone a little moody?"

"Is someone a little annoying?" Blair retorted.

"Come on Blair, this is going to be fun," Serena insisted. "It's going to be like the sleepovers we used to have when we were kids."

"Only with Nate in tow," she added.

"Well have fun painting Nate's nails and watching girly movies," Chuck teased, receiving a glare from his friend. "I've got to get going."

"Oh no!" Blair suddenly exclaimed, tears automatically coming into her eyes. She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Blair," he said, rubbing her back with a small smile. "You have to let go of me eventually."

"No I don't," she muttered into his shirt. "If I don't let go, you can't leave."

"Listen," he started, managing to pry her off of him. "I'll be back before you know it. I love you."

"I love you too," she replied with a sob, throwing her arms around his neck. Chuck accepted the hug patiently. Serena and Nate just rolled their eyes at their friends. "We're going to miss you so much."

"Actually, we're good," Nate interjected, gesturing to himself and Serena. "It's only three days, I think we can manage."

"I was talking about the baby and I," Blair responded, releasing her grasp on Chuck.

"I doubt he'll even notice I'm gone," he replied.

She looked hurt, "Of course he will. He senses things you know."

"Okay, I really have to go," Chuck insisted, making his way towards the door with Blair following close behind like a sad puppy dog. He turned and pointed at the two blondes, "You take care of her. If anything happens to Blair or the baby, I'm holding you both responsible." Blair just rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness.

Serena and Nate both nodded, but looked a little worried. "Is he serious?" she muttered to him. Nate just shrugged.

"Can I have one last hug?" Blair asked, looking at him sadly.

"I'm coming back you know," he replied, but nevertheless pulled her into a hug.

"You better, or I'll hunt you down and drag your ass back here," she retorted, giving him a quick kiss. "Believe me Bass, I'll do it."

He chuckled, "I don't doubt that for a second. I'll see you all in a couple of days."

"See you Chuck," Nate said with a brief wave.

"Bye," Serena added with a smile.

After managing to get Blair to let go of his hand, Chuck slipped out the door. Blair turned back to face her friends with a sob.

"Oh B," Serena said sympathetically, pulling her friend into a hug. "Why don't we go get some lunch? You can choose the restaurant."

"That sounds like fun," she replied sarcastically, pulling away from the hug. "I'll be the third wheel."

"It will just be you and me," she insisted.

"Hey," Nate protested.

Serena shrugged, "Sorry Nate, this is officially a girls day." She turned back to her friend, "What do you say?"

Blair nodded reluctantly, "Okay, but only because I'm really craving pizza with anchovies."

Serena made a face as she grabbed her coat and hand bag, "Anchovies?"

"I've taken a liking to them lately," she nodded, her mouth watering at the thought. "The baby must like them." Her friend cringed again.

Serena looked on in amazement as her friend devoured an entire large cheese pizza with extra anchovies. She didn't think she'd ever seen Blair eat that much before in her life. Serena munched on her medium pizza, wishing that she had gotten a small. "What?" Blair asked defensively, catching her friend looking at her.

"Nothing," she insisted.

She looked down at her nearly empty plate, "You think I'm a cow don't you?"

"Of course not!" Serena replied. "Why on earth would I think that?"

"Maybe because I just ate a large pizza on my own," Blair pointed out.

"You're eating for two, you're allowed."

"That doesn't make me feel any better," she shook her head. Nevertheless, she picked up the last piece of pizza and took a bite. Serena just held back a chuckle and resumed eating her pizza. "Do you think Chuck's plane had landed yet?" Blair asked, after finishing the slice of pizza.

"It's only been two hours," she told her, glancing down at her watch. "They probably just got up in the air."

"Oh," Blair replied, looking sad again. "This is going to be harder than I thought."

"This is a good thing Blair," Serena said. "It's good for couples to spend time apart every now and then."

"Not when one half of the couple is eight months pregnant."

She sighed, "You're not going to sulk for the next three days, are you?"

"Maybe."

"Blair..."

"What? I miss him," Blair said, wondering if chocolate pudding was on the desert menu. "By the way, do you know where I can get some good chocolate pudding?" Serena just sighed again. This was going to be a long couple of days.

Later that night, Blair was lying on the bed in the spare bedroom of Nate and Serena's apartment. She had her hands on her belly, feeling her son wriggle around inside her. She rubbed her stomach comfortingly, and said, "You miss your Daddy don't you?" Receiving a kick in reply she continued, "I know, so do I."

Blair's cellphone began to ring on the bedside table beside her. She looked at it for a moment before grabbing it and checking the caller ID, before answering it excitedly, "Speak of the devil..."

"You were talking about me?" Chuck asked, kicking his shoes off and sitting down on his hotel bed.

"Just to Alexander," she replied, her hand returning to her belly at the mention of their son. "He misses you."

"Well I miss him too," he said, lying back on the bed with a yawn.

"What time is it there?" Blair asked curiously.

"About 2am."

"Then why are you up talking to me?" she rolled her eyes. "Go get some sleep."

"I will, but I just got here and I wanted to hear your voice," Chuck confessed, allowing his eyes to close. "If I fall asleep, I apologize in advance."

"Go to bed Chuck," she insisted. "Call me in the morning."

"But you'll be asleep."

"Call me in the afternoon then," Blair told him. "It's a six hour time difference isn't it?"

"Uh-huh," he replied sleepily.

"So if you call me at 3pm there it should be about 9am here," she worked out.

"I'm way too tired for math right now," Chuck said with another yawn.

She smiled, "Good night Chuck."

"Night," he murmered. "Say good night to the fetus for me."

"Hold on, I'll put the phone on my stomach and you can say goodnight to him yourself," Blair told him, excited about her 'brilliant' idea.

Chuck couldn't help but smile, "Put the little guy on."

She put the phone on speaker and held it near her stomach, "Okay, go."

"Good night buddy," he said, feeling a little ridiculous speaking to his unborn child over the phone. "Take care of your Mom for me."

"Mommy can take care of herself," Blair interjected with a smile, lifting the phone off her stomach.

"Alright, I love you."

"Love you too," she replied, before reluctantly hanging up.

The next day, Blair decided to go visit her mother since she hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks. Blair had insisted that they meet in Central Park to go for a walk, becoming slightly paranoid about the amount of weight she was putting on because of the pregnancy and her changed eating patterns. "So Charles is in Paris?" Eleanor asked, a bit too suspiciously.

"Yes mother," she nodded as they strolled along the footpath.

"Ah."

Blair peered at her mother, "Ah? What's the meaning behind that 'ah'?"

"Nothing," Eleanor insisted. "Why has he gone to Paris?"

"He wants to get a few business deals sorted out before the baby comes," she explained.

"Are you sure he's not having one last fling with a Parisian beauty?"

"Mother," she groaned.

The older woman just shrugged, "It's possible, knowing Charles."

"No it's not," Blair argued. "Chuck has never cheated on me and he never will," she added with a satisfied nod. "What is this anyway? You're nice to his face, then as soon as he leaves the country you immediately start saying bad things about him?"

"I'm just being cautious Blair," Eleanor replied. "I'm well aware of Chuck's reputation."

"That was high school, he's matured a lot since then," she told her. "We both have."

"If you say so, you know him better than I do," she said, turning to look at the pond as they passed by it. "I'll never understand how you two ended up together."

"Do you want to know the story?" Blair offered, a little reluctantly. She knew she would have to censor the story- a lot.

"This better be appropriate," she warned.

"I'll make it as appropriate as I can," she smiled, blushing a little. She then looked at her mother seriously, "It all started with the Shepherd wedding."

"But you were with Nate then."

"I know," Blair nodded. "Which is why it was completely wrong for him to get drunk and sleep with Serena."

"Chuck?" Eleanor asked in confusion.

"No Nate," she corrected.

She looked at her daughter in surprise, stopping abruptly, "Nate cheated on you?" Blair nodded, also coming to a stop beside her mother. "With Serena?" She nodded again, wincing at the thought. All these years later and Nate and Serena's betrayal still hurt a little. "How can you still be friends with them?"

"We've moved on," she shrugged, not bothering to completely explain it. That's what they tended to do when they had a crisis in their little group, they forgot about it and moved on like it never happened.

"What does this have to do with you and Charles?"

"I'm getting to that," Blair replied. "So I didn't find out about Nate and Serena until she came back from boarding school a year later. I was upset, but I tried to make it work with Nate. It didn't so we ended up breaking up the night that his dad got arrested."

"Blair I had no idea," Eleanor said sympathetically. She felt so guilty that she was so far removed from her daughter's life at the time, that she had no idea that all of this was going on.

"It's okay mother, you were busy with your fashion line," she said with a shrug. "I understand."

"I shouldn't have put work before you, that was wrong of me," she admitted. They were silent for a moment. Blair didn't quite know how to respond. "Wait, when does Chuck come into all of this?"

"Well..." she started akwardly. "The night Nate and I broke up, Chuck was having a party at his club Victrola. I was upset about the break up so I decided to leave Nate's and go there. Chuck and I ended up spending some time together that night," she continued, leaving out the part where she had stripped down to her negligee on the stage. "Then one thing led to another and..."

"This is where the limo comes in isn't it?" Eleanor cringed, remembering when she first found out about this six months ago. "I don't think I want to know any more."

"That's the only awkward part of the story I promise," Blair assured her. She was definitely not going to tell her mother about her and Chuck's many sexual encounters in the weeks following that night in the limo. "Anyway long story short, after about two years of messing around, Chuck and I finally got together."

"Why did it take you two years?" she asked in confusion.

"We were both stubborn and we had issues to work through," Blair sighed. "Looking back, it was all so stupid. We wasted so much time."

"I still don't understand, after that night you just decided that you were madly in love with him and wanted to...have his babies?" Eleanor replied, gesturing to Blair's stomach.

She rolled her eyes, "No. Like I said, we had two years of trying to work out our feelings and such. But my point is, that night Chuck was there for me. He actually cared about me in a way that Nate never did, and that's what made me start to see him differently and eventually realize that I love him." She paused. "And the whole Nate and Serena thing is another reason why Chuck would never cheat on me."

She gave her daughter a small smile, "Okay Blair, you've made your point. I promise I'll never doubt him again."

"Good," Blair nodded.

"I'm glad you told me all of this," Eleanor replied. "I still don't believe that I had no idea that this was all going on."

"Like I said, you were busy."

She sighed, putting her arms around Blair suddenly. She looked surprised, but hugged her mother anyway. Eleanor pulled back from the hug a bit and looked at her daughter, "I'm so sorry Blair. I know that it doesn't make up for everything but I don't know what to do to make it up to you."

Blair smiled, her hands drifting to her belly, "You can make it up to me by being there for your grandson." She paused, then grinned, "And like every good grandmother you have to spoil him rotten."

Eleanor chuckled, "I'll be sure to feed him lots of sugar before sending him back to you and Chuck all hyperactive."

"Thanks mother, I'm sure that I'll really appreciate that," she giggled. They continued talking and laughing as they made their way through the park.

"Guess what?" Blair said into the phone excitedly. It was now around 4pm and she was on the phone to Chuck.

"What?" he asked. It was around 10pm in Paris and he had just gotten back to his hotel room after having dinner with a few business associates.

"My mother and I bonded today!" she exclaimed. She would have jumped up and down excitedly if she wasn't eight months pregnant.

"You did?" he responded in surprise. "Unbelievable things seem to happen when I go away."

"It was so great Chuck, I told her about how we ended up together and about the whole Shepherd wedding incident," Blair continued. "She felt so guilty because she didn't know about any of it!"

"Are you just excited because you made her feel bad?" he teased.

"No!" she rolled her eyes. "Well maybe a little." He smirked, he knew her too well. "But it was nice to talk to her for a change. I'm sick of not being close to my mother, I want to have a good relationship with her."

"Well I think you made a good start on that today," Chuck replied.

"We did, didn't we?" Blair smiled proudly. "Anyway, I miss you. I want you home soon."

"You'll see me tomorrow night," he told her. "Well tomorrow afternoon in New York time."

"That's not soon enough."

"Things aren't going well with Nate and Serena?" he asked.

"No, they're great," she started. "I just feel like a third wheel all of the time. Now I know what it was like for Nate when I would stay overnight with you at the Empire when he was living there."

"Don't worry, by this time tomorrow we'll both be home," Chuck assured her.

"Alright, go get some sleep," she told him. "You're going to have a long day tomorrow."

He groaned, "I'm seriously considering jumping on a plane home first thing in the morning."

"You are?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, but I can't," he replied.

"Oh."

"Don't sound so sad," he chuckled.

"Well don't tease me like that," Blair frowned.

"I'm sorry," Chuck smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Do you want to say goodnight to Alexander again?" she asked, a smile creeping onto her face.

"Sure, why not," he replied. He couldn't help but smile as he imagined Blair holding the phone to her stomach excitedly.

"Chuck is coming home today, Chuck is coming home today," Blair chanted cheerily as she sat down at the table the next morning for breakfast.

"Alright we get it," Serena replied. Nate rolled his eyes beside her. Blair had become increasingly more annoying over the last few days, so they were just as happy as she was that Chuck would be back today. Nate didn't understand how his friend put up with a hormonal and highly emotionally Blair on a full-time basis, he would have gone insane by now.

"You're just jealous that the love of your life isn't coming home today," she insisted with a nod.

"The love of my life is right here," Serena grinned, rubbing her boyfriend's shoulder.

"Aw, thanks babe," Nate smiled, leaning in to kiss her.

It was Blair's turn to roll her eyes. "My god, get a room already," she groaned.

"We have one actually," Serena giggled.

"You just wait Van der Woodsen," Blair warned. "When Chuck gets back, we're going to be so all over each other that you'll be throwing up for a week."

"That sounds lovely Blair," she replied, making a face. "Are you meeting him at the airport?"

"No, I'm meeting him at home," she told him. "Apparently airports are too much stress for the baby."

"According to Chuck, life is too much stress for the baby," Serena shook her head. "He is way too overprotective."

"I don't mind," Blair replied. "It's nice to know that he cares that much."

"It would annoy me."

"It doesn't annoy me," she retorted.

"I know, but I'm saying that it would annoy me if I were in your position," Serena responded.

"Well it's a good thing you're not having Chuck's baby then," Blair remarked, to which her friend cringed.

"Okay," Nate interrupted. "Why don't we stop this before it gets ugly?"

"I'm going home," Blair announced, standing up from her chair. "I'm sick of being here."

Serena nearly replied that they were sick of having her here, but stopped herself. "Fine. Do you need me to call you a cab?"

She shook her head, "I'll just call Arthur and get him to bring the limo around." And with that, she made her way into the spare bedroom to gather her things.

Later that afternoon, when Blair heard the ding of the elevator, she was estatic. She got up from the couch as fast as she could (which wasn't very fast) and waddled over to the elevator with a smile. When the elevator doors opened, she practically threw herself at Chuck. "Woah," he commented in surprise, not expecting her to jump on him the moment the elevator opened.

"Thank god you're home," Blair said, kissing him a number of times.

He smiled, as they walked into the living room hand-in-hand, "I'm assuming that you missed me."

"That's an understatement," she commented as they flopped themselves down on the couch with matching sighs. She suddenly noticed that he was carrying a blue box. She gasped, "Are those...?"

"Your favourite macaroons that you can only get in Paris?" he finished. "Yes they are."

Blair grabbed the box from him and opened it excitedly. "How did you know?" she gushed sarcastically. She frowned all of a sudden, closing the box, "I can't eat these."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm already fat as it is," she told him. "You know I ate an entire large pizza the other day?"

"That's good," Chuck replied.

"No it's not, our child is going to be born with high cholesterol and heart problems."

"You're going to eat the macaroon and you're going to love it," he ordered, opening the box and taking one of the macaroons out.

"Don't tease me," she pleaded, trying to resist grabbing the macaroon from his hand.

"Eat it," Chuck said, holding it to her lips.

"Fine," Blair gave in, taking a bite of the heavenly food. "When I'm fat and unattractive, you have only yourself to blame," she said with her mouth full.

"You could never be unattractive," Chuck commented with a chuckle. "It's good to be home," he said, as Blair rested her head on his shoulder, munching on her macaroon happily.

"So, did you miss me?" she asked.

He scoffed and replied teasingly, "No."

Blair gasped, sitting up and hitting him playfully. "How dare you!"

He chuckled, "Of course I missed you. I missed you every minute of the day and night."

She smiled, resting her head back on his shoulder, "That's a better answer."

"How's the baby?" Chuck wondered, resting his hand on Blair's belly.

"He's good. He's been kicking away as usual," she replied, finishing off the macaroon. "I'm so glad you came home today. I couldn't stand Serena for another second."

"Did you two have another fight?" he asked, holding back a groan. He hated when they fought, it made things uncomfortable for all of them.

"Nearly," Blair told him. "I left before it really started."

"So you're still talking?" She nodded. "Good. You can't not be on speaking terms with our son's godmother."

"She's not the godmother yet. The honor can be easily revoked if I deem her unworthy," she replied. He chuckled. "What? Our child deserves the best, so if Serena doesn't live up to that then out she goes-"

Chuck smirked, leaned over to kiss her passionately to silence her ranting. They pulled away from each other for a moment and he said, "I think there's been enough talking for one night." Blair just smiled mischieviously, before kissing him again. She intended to show him just how much she had missed him.

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