Blair paced in front of the elevator, glancing over at the clock on the wall every few minutes. She had sent one of the hotel staff to go pick a few things up for her over an hour ago and she still wasn't back. Blair groaned, placing her hand on her lower back. Her enormous belly was making it hard for her to stand for long periods of time, which she had discovered in the last couple of weeks. She only had two weeks until her due date and couldn't wait to finally have the baby. Finally, the elevator doors opened with a ding and a short blonde girl in the Empire Hotel uniform stepped out.

"What took you so long?" Blair hissed, taking the shopping bag from the girl.

"I'm sorry Ms Waldorf," she started, "but the store you asked me to go to is on the other side of town. There was traffic coming back and I-"

She raised her hand to silence the girl. "It's okay, thank you," she told her, handing her some money for the items, plus a tip.

The girl smiled when she realised that Blair had given her a generous tip, "Thank you Ms Waldorf, have a good day," she replied, stepping back into the elevator. As the doors closed, Blair made her way into the living room, shoving her hand in the bag and pulling out one of the items she had requested.

She looked at the pair of sweatpants in both relief and horror. Relief because she was looking forward to wearing a comfortable pair of pants while in the privacy of her own home and horror because she couldn't believe she had actually resorted to wearing this pathetic excuse for clothing. Blair unzipped her maternity skirt and let it fall to the floor with a sigh of relief, then sat down on the couch to remove her stockings. This had become a difficult task lately since her pregnant belly kept getting in the way. When she had finally rid her legs of the stockings she stood up and put on the sweatpants, before sitting back down on the lounge with a content sigh. Blair rubbed her belly. "This is much more comfortable for both of us," she spoke to her son with a smile, feeling him move at the sound of her voice. Since she had graduated from NYU two weeks earlier, she currently had nothing to do but wait for the baby to come, so Blair grabbed the remote and switched on their new television that hung on the wall, as she had requested.

She had just started to relax when she heard the elevator ding for the second time that morning. Blair's eyes widened in horror, she couldn't let anyone see her like this. What if it was Chuck? He wouldn't think that she was attractive ever again. She panicked, knowing that there was by no means enough time to change out of the sweatpants and braced herself for the reaction of whoever was in the elevator. The elevator doors opened and Dorota stepped out with her daughter Anastasia. Blair just peered up at her with a guilty look, as if she had just been caught committing murder.

Dorota just looked at her in surprise, cocking her head to the side as she approached her, "Miss Blair?" she said in confusion. "What are you wearing?" In her many years of taking care of Blair, she had never seen her wear sweatpants.

She just groaned. "I know they're hideous, but I'm huge and they're comfortable so I don't care," she retorted, folding her hands across her stomach stubbornly.

Blair couldn't help but smile when three-year-old Anastasia let go of her mother's hand and jumped onto the couch beside her. "Blair!" Anastasia grinned, throwing her arms around her.

Although Blair never really cared much for other people's children, she had a soft spot for Dorota and Vanya's young daughter. She and Chuck even baby-sitted the little girl every now and then. She accepted the girl's clumsy hug happily, "Hi Anastasia."

"Anastasia, you get off Miss Blair before you hurt baby," Dorota scolded her daughter. She just looked up at her mother innocently, resting her head on Blair's shoulder.

"It's okay Dorota, she's not doing any harm," Blair replied, gesturing for her former maid to take a seat. She turned to the little girl, "How's pre-school going sweetheart?"

"Good!" she nodded enthusiastically. "I painted a picture."

"Wow, that sounds like fun," Blair replied, trying to match her enthusiasm.

"Anastasia loves painting," Dorota smiled proudly, as her daughter climbed off of Blair and into her mother's lap. "Vanya thinks she be an artist when she grow bigger." It was times like these that Blair wondered if her son would love her as much as Anastasia loved her mother. Dorota was a wonderful mother to that little girl and Blair hoped that she would be just as good a mother to her baby boy. "How are you Miss Blair?" Dorota asked, kissing Anastasia on the cheek.

"I'm alright," she shrugged. "I'm just tired.

Dorota nodded. "When Dorota was pregnant, she tired all the time," she mused. "Carrying baby all the time make you tired."

Blair nodded, "Unfortunately."

"You should rest," she continued as Anastasia jumped off her lap. "You have big night tonight." She took a doll out of the bag she had with her and handed it to her daughter to play with. Anastasia sat down on the floor and began to play.

"Oh yes, the gala," Blair sighed, there was a gala dinner fundraiser being hosted by Bass Industries tonight and she of course had to be there by Chuck's side. She normally didn't mind attending various company functions with Chuck, but she was so drained of energy lately due to the pregnancy and didn't feel like squeezing herself into a maternity dress and heels and making small talk with people she barely knew. Luckily her mother and Cyrus were also attending, along with Nate, Serena and the rest of the Van der Woodsen/ Humprey clan (as Blair liked to refer to them), so she would have some people she knew to talk to. Not that she would be speaking with the Humpreys much but it was nice to see a few familiar faces.

"You don't want to go?"

She shook her head, "Not particularly, but I have to considering it's a Bass Industries event and Chuck has to be there."

"I would love to go to fancy party," Dorota replied. "You are very lucky."

"Maybe you should go in my place then," Blair suggested with a smile. "I'm sure Chuck wouldn't mind if you accompanied him."

She shook her head politely, "No, you go have good time with Mr Chuck, Miss Blair." She smiled at her, "You have fun together before baby is born."

"I'll try, but I can't see this event being fun at all," she replied. "Oh and by the way Dorota, you don't tell anyone about the sweatpants, are we clear?"

Dorota nodded, pretending to zip her lips shut, "My lip is sealed."

A smile slowly appeared on Blair's face, "I have to show you something."

"What is it?"

"I want to show you the baby's nursery," she told her excitedly. "Chuck and I haven't shown anyone else yet, so this is special."

Dorota clapped her hands together excitedly, "Oh, I can't wait to see."

Blair perked up a bit at the thought of showing off the baby's perfectly decorated and furnished nursery. She smiled, "Follow me." She got up off the couch with a bit of difficulty and led Dorota to the baby's room. Anastasia followed them, clutching her doll as she skipped into the room. They had chosen to go with a traditional blue and white colour scheme for the nursery. It was simple, but classy which was exactly what Blair had wanted. She always thought it was ridiculous how some parents gave their baby's room a particular theme. Everything in the nursery was perfectly co-ordinated, from blankets to toys, to the colour of the walls. Blair had particularly liked the crib that she had chosen. It was wooden and matched the changing table, chest of drawers and rocking chair that were also in the room.

Dorota gasped when she saw the room, "Oh Miss Blair, it so beautiful!"

"It's just perfect, isn't it?" she gushed, picking up a blanket that was resting on the side of the crib and folding it for the 50th time that week.

"Perfect for Mr Alexander," she nodded with a smile. Dorota was the only person that Blair had told the name of the baby to. She had to tell someone what they were naming the baby and she knew that Dorota wouldn't tell anybody.

"I'm thinking of changing the bedding of the crib, what do you think?" Blair pondered. She had already changed the bedding three times in the last two months. The fact that she always wanted to change something in the nursery was driving Chuck crazy, but nevertheless he had always accompanied her to the baby store to pick out something else to add to the baby's room.

Dorota shook her head, "Don't change it, it's lovely."

"You think so?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, not entirely convinced. "Because I saw some that I liked the other-"

"This is the fourth one you buy," she pointed out. "Baby won't notice colour of bed."

"I just want everything to be perfect," Blair sighed, fighting the urge to refold the blanket resting on the side of the crib again.

"Babies only want love Miss Blair," Dorota smiled, patting her on the hand. "You will be perfect with that."

"Thank you Dorota," she grinned, her eyes filling with happy tears. She hugged the older woman greatfully.

"Oh good, you're home," Blair said cheerfully as the rushed past Chuck and into the elevator.

He turned and looked at her in confusion, leaning his arm on the elevator door to prevent it from closing, "Where are you going?"

"I just want to head out to that really cute baby store across town," she replied excitedly, reaching over to press the button for the ground floor.

"Why? The nursery's done. We have enough stuff for a hundred babies," he pointed out, shaking his head. "And besides, we have to leave for the gala dinner in less than three hours."

"We have plenty of time," Blair insisted, waving him off. "So are you coming or what?"

Chuck sighed, stepping into the elevator. As the doors shut, he asked, "So what are we buying now?"

She looked at him in annoyance, "You don't have to come with me you know. Actually if you're going to be acting like this I don't want you to come."

"Acting like what?" he asked in confusion.

"Like you don't want to be here," Blair retorted.

"Well to be honest, you're right," he started. "The last thing I want to do on a Friday afternoon is go shopping for baby things that we already have."

"Excuse me, but we don't already have this bedding," she said, glaring at him. "We have one with bunnies, one with Winnie the Pooh, one with stars and moons and one with puppies, but we do not, I repeat do NOT, have this one."

"What's wrong with all of those?"

"They're not right!" she exclaimed. "Now you can either shut up and come with me to the store, or you can stay here. It's your choice."

Chuck sighed, turning away from her. After a moment of thought, he looked back to Blair, "Fine, I'll go with you. This is something we should do together."

"Thank you," Blair nodded, satisfied that she had won this little disagreement.

"Even if we already have four perfectly good bedding sets at home," he added.

"Ugh," she commented with a roll of her eyes, leaning over to press the button of the floor the elevator was approaching. When the elevator doors opened, the gestured towards them and demanded, "Get out!"

"What?"

"Get. Out," Blair replied through clenched teeth. "I'm so sick of you, get out!"

"Blair..." Chuck started, trying to reason with her. "Come on, don't be like this."

"Don't patronize me," she said bitterly, folding her arms with a huff.

"I wasn't trying to!" he insisted, realizing that no matter what he said, Blair was going to take it the wrong way. "Listen Blair, I'm sorry for upsetting you. Can we just go to the store so we can go home please?"

She sighed as the elevator doors shut once more, and the elevator continued descending towards the ground floor. "Fine, but you keep your mouth shut. Don't speak to me, don't touch me, don't even look at me, are we clear?" He glanced up at her and nodded. "I said don't look at me!" Blair snapped. Chuck looked away immediately and groaned.

Later on that evening, Chuck and Blair were in the limo on their way to the gala dinner. Blair rested her head on Chuck's shoulder, "How long do we have to stay?" she asked, her brown eyes staring up at him.

He smiled in amusement and replied, "A couple of hours at least." Apparently their prior disagreement had been forgotten by his heavily pregnant fiancée.

"Would it be so wrong if I pretended to feel light-headed so we can leave early?"

He chuckled, "I don't want to go to this thing either you know."

"Then let's go home," Blair suggested, kissing him on the neck.

"As tempting as that sounds," Chuck started, pausing to place a kiss on her lips. "It's a Bass Industries event, I have to make an appearance."

"Okay, then we'll just make a brief appearance then leave," she smirked, kissing him again.

"You're forgetting about the speech I have to make," he replied. "It's not until 9:30."

She pouted in defeat, accepting the fact that they weren't getting out of this gala dinner. "So I guess we're stuck here for the next three hours."

"I'm afraid so," Chuck said, as the limo pulled up in front of the Palace, where the gala was being held. He grabbed onto Blair's hand as his driver opened the door for them, "Come on, the sooner this is over, the sooner we can go home." Chuck got out of the limo and helped Blair out and they began walking into the hotel.

"By the way," Blair began, smiling at an older couple she vaguely recognised as they greeted them while passing by. "Don't let my mother get the baby's name out of you. She's been pressuring me to tell her ever since she found out that we had his name picked out."

"I won't tell a soul," he promised. "We agreed it would be our secret until he's born and I intend to keep it that way."

"Good," she nodded as they entered the hotel lobby, where they ran into Nate, Serena, Dan and Vanessa.

"Oh good, you're all here," Chuck commented as they approached the other two couples.

"Yes, all of you," Blair added sarcastically, glancing at Dan and Vanessa.

"We wouldn't miss it," Serena replied with a grin. Of course she wouldn't say no to an open bar, Blair mused.

"Yeah, we wouldn't pass up the chance to go to a gala dinner for our all-time favourite company," Dan said monotonously, obviously not that thrilled to be there.

"We're raising money for children with cancer Humphrey," Blair retorted, placing her hand on her hip. "Try to be a little more considerate."

Vanessa nudged her boyfriend, "That's nice, isn't it Dan?" she said, trying to maintain the peace. He just nodded reluctantly.

"Oh and don't worry about how much you have to donate Vanessa," Blair continued. "Just give what you can, I know times are tough." Vanessa's mouth dropped open. "Oh look Chuck, there's my mother. Let's go say hello," Blair said, grabbing onto his arm. "Have a wonderful evening," she told the others, before being led away by Chuck.

He turned to her in confusion, "What was that all about?"

"What was what all about?" she asked innocently.

"You were being bitchier than usual."

"It's just Humphrey and Vanessa, we have an understanding," Blair replied.

"What? That you're the bitch and they just take it?" Chuck asked with a smirk.

She smiled cunningly as they approached Eleanor and Cyrus, "Exactly, you read my mind Bass."

"You're both finally here," Eleanor commented. "What took you so long?"

"Well I'm not moving as fast as I used to," Blair replied, glancing down at her belly.

"How is the little one?" Cyrus asked.

"Yes, how is little...?" Eleanor asked casually, trailing off expectantly.

Chuck shook his head, "You're not getting the name out of us that easily.

"Can't you just tell us? We won't tell anybody," she promised.

"Sorry," Blair replied teasingly.

"You'll have to get it out of Dorota," Chuck told her.

"Dorota knows?" Eleanor exclaimed.

"Chuck," Blair scowled, hitting his arm. "Yes Dorota knows mother, she's the only one who knows the name a part from us."

"Excuse me," she replied with a smile, taking her cellphone out of her bag as she walked away.

"She's going to call her!" Blair exclaimed, following after her mother as quickly as she could.

Cyrus shook his head with a chuckle, "That's not going to end well."

"No it's not," Chuck agreed.

"Mother!" Blair called out, knocking on the bathroom door. Eleanor had raced to the bathroom and locked her out before Blair could stop her from calling Dorota. She groaned in frustration, leaning back against the wall beside the door.

"Well there's something you don't see everyday," a voice commented. Blair looked up in confusion and saw the one and only Jack Bass walking towards her. "I see my nephew knocked you up," he observed with an infamous Bass smirk. "The thing is Chuck's, isn't it?"

She wrinkled her nose as he stopped in front of her, "Who else's would it be?" she retorted.

Jack shrugged, "Well you never know with you Upper East Side women."

"What do you want Jack?" Blair asked bitterly.

"I'm here for the gala," he replied smugly. "It is a Bass Industries event and I'm a Bass afterall."

"Unfortunately," she responded bluntly. It disgusted her that her baby boy was of blood relation to this perverted bastard. "You haven't been back to New York in over 4 years, why did you decide to come back now?"

"I don't know," he mused, stepping even closer to her. "I thought it was time to come back and catch up with everyone."

"Well no one wants to catch up with you," Blair said, stepping to the side to keep her distance from him. She was well aware of what this man was capable of and she wasn't going to take any chances.

"That's all you've got?" Jack smirked. "I expected better insults from the great Blair Waldorf."

"I do have better insults," she replied confidently. "They're just not worth wasting on you."

"Okay that was harsh," he said, leaning his arm on the wall above her so Blair was trapped between himself and the wall. He ran his hand along her arm, "You're crushing my self esteem here-"

She hit his arm away. "Get your hands off of me!" Blair exclaimed, loud enough for her mother to hear from inside the bathroom.

Eleanor opened the bathroom door to find a man she recognized as Chuck's uncle standing in very close proximity to her daughter, who looked thoroughly disgusted. "What's going on here?" she asked, grabbing Blair by the arm and pulling her away from the man firmly. "Did he do something to you?"

"Now now, there's no need to get testy...Eleanor isn't it?" Jack said, turning on the Bass charm.

However, the older Waldorf did not fall for it. "I was actually speaking to my daughter," she retorted harshly.

"Come on mother, let's just go," Blair said, grabbing her mother's arm.

"Blair," Eleanor protested as she led her away from a smirking Jack. She pulled her arm away and turned around to face her, "Seriously, did he touch you?"

"Did who touch you?" Chuck asked, approaching the two women worriedly.

"Your uncle," Eleanor replied, before Blair could stop her.

"Jack?" he exclaimed angrily. "He's here?"

She nodded, "I found him nearly on top of Blair when I came out of the bathroom."

"On top of you?" Chuck repeated, looking to his fiancée in alarm. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, he wasn't on top of me," she replied. "Mother's just being overdramatic. He touched my arm, that's all."

"Where is he?" he grumbled angrily. "I'm going to kill him."

"You'll have to beat me to it," Eleanor said, looking just a pissed off as Chuck.

He turned to Eleanor abruptly. "Do not go near him Eleanor, you have no idea what he is capable of."

"I heard about what he tried to do to Lily at the Opera a few years ago," she replied. "Believe me, I am well aware of what that man is capable of."

"You said he was near the bathrooms?" Chuck asked, turning back to Blair.

She nodded. "Please stay away from him Chuck," she pleaded.

"Are you kidding?" he replied. "If he thinks he can lay a hand on you and get away with it, he's got another thing coming." And with that, he headed off towards the hallway in which the bathrooms were located. Blair groaned and followed him.

Chuck stopped in his tracks when he saw his uncle leaning on the bar, sipping his scotch with a smirk. "Charles," Jack said, before finishing off his glass and setting it down on the bar. "Nice to see you again." Blair caught up to Chuck and stopped beside him.

"Jack," he replied abruptly with a unwavering glare.

"Did you have something to say to me or did you just miss me?" he retorted, gesturing for the bartender to pour him another glass of scotch.

"Listen to me," Chuck started bitterly. "If you so much as look at Blair the wrong way again, I will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand me?"

"Oh," Jack remarked in amusement. "You make death threats now. That's quite a step up from social destruction."

"I'm serious Jack," he said, the glare not budging from his face. "This is a warning."

"Fair enough," he nodded, obviously unaffected by his nephew's 'warning'. "But at least tell me, will I be getting a great nephew or neice?"

Blair rolled her eyes, "If you think that you'll be part of our child's life in any way, you are seriously mistaken." With that she turned and took off towards her mother. Chuck gave his uncle one last look, before following her across the room.

"What happened?" Eleanor asked curiously, a worried look appearing on her face.

She shook her head, "It's okay mother, he's just an ass. We'll handle him."

"Actually I'll handle him," Chuck interjected. "There's no way you're going anywhere near Jack in your condition."

"I doubt that he would actually hurt me."

"I'm sure that's what Lily thought as well," he replied. "Speaking of, I should probably warn her that he's here. Please Blair, stay away from him." She just looked at him. "Promise me that you'll stay away from him," he said seriously.

"Okay," Blair insisted. "I'll keep my distance."

"Thank you," Chuck said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Excuse me." He then went off to find Lily.

"He's right Blair," Eleanor said. "Don't get involved."

"I'm already involved. If Chuck's involved than I am to," she protested.

"Just let him handle it," she warned her. Blair just nodded reluctantly.

The night had finally ended and Chuck and Blair were home and in bed by 11pm. Blair yawned as she reached over and grabbed Chuck's hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "What?" he asked with a small smile.

"Nothing," she insisted. "Just don't worry about Jack okay? He'll be on his way back to Australia soon enough, he never hangs around for long."

"I know," he replied. "I'm just worried about the damage he intends to cause before he leaves. Especially with the baby coming soon."

"Everything's going to be fine," Blair assured him, snuggling closer to him so they were as close to each other as her large belly would allow. She groaned suddenly, causing Chuck to glance at her in alarm.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to pee again," she explained, sitting up with a sigh. "I swear that I spend half of my day in the bathroom."

"Don't worry," he started with a sympathetic look, also sitting up. "Two more weeks and it will all be over."

Blair proceeded to get out of bed, then stopped suddenly. She turned to Chuck with a worried look, "Actually I think it's going to be a lot sooner than that."

"Why do you think that?" he asked.

"Well for one thing," she started, lifting the blanket to reveal the soaked sheets, "my water just broke."

Chuck sat up in alarm, looking from the wet bed back to Blair repeatedly. "Oh no, are you sure?"

"Yeah Chuck I'm pretty sure," she retorted, beginning to panic a little. "Unless I've suddenly lost all control over my bladder."

"Oh my God," he commented, getting out of his side of the bed and rushing over to Blair's side to help her. "Okay, we just have to stay calm and not panic. The baby book says that you should measure the time between your contractions before even thinking about going to the hospital."

"Do I look like I give a damn about what the book says?" Blair snapped, shifting in her now drenched pajama pants uncomfortably. "I want to go to the hospital. Now!"

"Okay we'll go to the hospital as soon as we get you cleaned up," he told her, helping her up off the bed.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, shutting her eyes in horror.

"What? What is it?" Chuck asked in alarm.

"The carpet," she whispered, pointing downwards with a sob. "It's ruined."

He looked down to see that Blair's water had also broken all over the carpet since she had been half-way out of bed when it happened. "It's just carpet Blair, we'll get it cleaned. I'm more worried about you right now. Do you want to have a shower before we go to the hospital?"

She nodded slowly as Chuck led her to the bathroom. "But what about the carpet?" she asked softly.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he helped her remove her clothes, "Don't worry about the carpet."

She just nodded. Suddenly, Blair gasped as she felt a cramping pain go through her lower body. She immediately grabbed onto Chuck tightly with a groan. "Oh God it hurts Chuck," she whimpered, her nails digging into his arms painfully.

"It's okay, you're okay," he told her, resting his head against her own. He held her until the contraction passed and she relaxed.

He looked at her worriedly as she slowly looked up at him with a shaky smile, "Well that wasn't so bad..."

Chuck managed to give her a small smile and gave her a quick kiss, "I love you."

"I love you too," Blair replied softly. "I'm not going to be able to stand in the shower by myself, you're going to have to come in with me."

He smirked, beginning to remove his clothes, "Any excuse to get me naked right Waldorf?" He winked at her as he turned on the shower.

"Shut up Bass," she retorted as they stepped into the shower. They were silent for a few minutes as Blair washed herself off. They were both suddenly very aware of how much their lives were going to change in a few hours time. Blair looked at him worriedly, "I'm scared Chuck."

He brushed a few strands off wet hair from her face and replied, "You're going to be fine. You're not alone you know. I'm going to be right there with you through all of this."

She smiled, her hands coming to rest on her belly, "Have I told you that I love you lately?"

"Not in the last 30 seconds," he replied teasingly, putting his arms around her protectively.

20 minutes and two more contractions later, they had both gotten dressed and ready, before leaving for the hospital.

So the baby is officially on his way! Let me know what you think of this chapter :)