Here's the next chapter finally! I've been editing and adding to this chapter heaps because I could never get it right but I'm finally satisfied with it. A couple of people have said in reviews that they wanted just a Chuck, Blair and Alex chapter after all that drama. I will have one of those at some point but I really felt like I needed to address the Nate thing again to clarify where they all stand on the issue. I hope all of their reactions were realistic!
"No," Blair replied simply, slipping past Chuck to put a few pieces of clothing in her suitcase.
He turned and approached her again, "You don't even know what I'm going to say."
She shrugged, "I don't care. If it has to do with Nate, I don't want to hear it." She then continued folding one of her tops that she was packing for when the three of them went to the Hamptons in a couple of days.
He sighed, this wasn't going to be easy. Chuck was attempting to convince Blair to let Nate come and see the baby, since he had been requesting to for the last couple of weeks. "He's been asking if he can come see Alexander," he explained to her.
Blair shot him a look, "And you expected me to agree to this?"
"No, but I hoped that you would," Chuck replied. "Come on Blair, he's my best friend and Alex's godfather."
"Not in my mind," she responded with a stubborn shake of her head, before pushing passed him and back to her dresser. "And besides," she continued, as she rummaged through one of the drawers, "What kind of a person tells his best friend's fiancée that he's still in love with her?"
He had to admit, she did have a point. Why was he so eager to be friends again with someone who would do something like that to him? "That's true..." he nodded reluctantly.
Blair finished at the dresser and made her way back over to him with an armful of garments. "Look," she started, softening her tone as she set the pile of clothes down on the bed. "I may be able to forgive Nate sometime in the future. But right now, he's upset me, he's upset my best friend and he's upset the man that I love, which in case you've forgotten is you," she teased, playing with the collar of his shirt. "Just give me some time okay? It's too soon."
He nodded, understanding where she was coming from. "Okay."
"Thank you," she replied, before planting a quick kiss on his lips. "We don't need Nate, Chuck. We have plenty of other people that love us."
"I guess so," he murmered. They suddenly heard their nearly six-week-old son make a loud noise from his bassinet beside the bed. They looked down at him with matching smiles. "I'm sorry little guy, did you want some attention?" he asked, tickling the infants stomach as he gurgled, kicking his legs excitedly.
"I think so," Blair said in a cheerful voice, looking at her son lovingly.
"Well he is a Bass, we don't take well to being ignored."
"Mmmm, I've noticed," she commented, before turning her attention back to the clothes on the bed. "You'd better start packing Chuck, we're leaving the day after tomorrow."
"Unlike some people, I don't take a month to pack for a two week vacation," he teased.
She shot him a playful glare, picking up one of her sets of lingerie from the bed, "I would be on your best behaviour if I were you Bass. If you play your cards right, you just might get lucky in a couple of days time."
Chuck immediately smirked, eyeing the lingerie in her hand, "Is that so?"
"Mm-hm," Blair nodded, turning her back on him and tossing the undergarment into the suitcase. She squealed when he unexpectedly grabbed her waist from behind and turned her to face him again. "Can I help you?" she asked casually, raising one eyebrow at him. He immediately pulled her in and kissed her passionately, obviously not satisified with the brief kiss they had shared not too long ago. Blair kissed him back eagerly.
"I've missed this," he murmered against her lips. "Not being able to ravish you for the last six weeks is definitely a downside of this whole baby thing."
"I know," she agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Not that it wasn't worth it," he added, nodding towards Alexander. "Six weeks of no sex is a small price to pay for that baby boy."
"I couldn't agreed more," she nodded, leaning in for another kiss.
The next afternoon, Chuck met up with Nate after spending a few hours at work. Despite his talk with Blair the previous night, he still didn't want to give up on his and Nate's friendship. They had been friends for so long and had done worse things to each other in the past, so Chuck knew they could get past Nate's indiscretion.
"Sorry Nathaniel, but Blair's still not comfortable with letting you see the baby," he told his friend as they walked down the busy New York city street.
Nate sighed, "Still?"
"Well you did upset her," Chuck pointed out in an annoyed tone.
"But she got over the fact that I cheated on her faster than she's getting over this," he replied in confusion. "And that was so much worse."
"Have you ever thought that maybe that's a part of the reason Blair's so pissed off?"
"What do you mean?"
Chuck rolled his eyes, Nate could be so slow sometimes. "You hurt her a lot back when you were together," he told her. "And then years later you go and confess your love to her-"
"Right, and you've always been her knight in shining armor?" Nate retorted sarcastically. "You've hurt Blair more than I ever did when we were together."
"That's none of your business," he snapped.
"Well I'm sick of my minor screw-ups being blown way out of proportion, while you always seem to get away with things because 'you're Chuck Bass'," he said in a mocking tone, stopping and turning to face Chuck angrily. "That apparently excuses everything in the twisted world of Chuck and Blair."
"You know what? Maybe I was wrong," he replied, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe we can't be friends anymore. With everything that's happened in the past, it's a miracle we've stayed friends for this long."
"Good," Nate responded, glaring at him. "I'm better off without you and Blair anyway."
"And I suppose you're better off without Serena too?" Chuck asked, knowing this would hit him hard, seeing the couple had only broken up three weeks ago.
He paused. "Serena will take me back," he replied, looking a little uncertain. "She loves me and I love her so we'll work it out."
"But not as much as you love Blair, right?" he shot back bitterly. Nate clenched his fist, having to restrain himself from punching Chuck in the face. "Just stay away from us from now on Nate," he warned him.
"With pleasure," he muttered, before turning and storming off in the opposite direction, leaving Chuck fuming.
Across town, Blair arrived at her mother and Cyrus' penthouse with the baby. Eleanor had called earlier and asked her to come over, but hadn't specified why so Blair was curious and a little concerned as to why her mother wanted to see her. When she stepped out of the elevator holding the baby capsule, Blair peered around the place suspiciously, as if looking for a sign of what Eleanor was up to. "Mother?" she called out, her voice echoing slightly through the empty parlor.
Eleanor emerged at the top of the staircase with her reading glasses on her head, carrying a large pile of magazines and folders, as well as a drawing pad and stationary. "Oh good Blair, you're here," she said, as she made her way down the stairs while trying to hold all of the things in her arms.
Blair set the diaper bag and baby capsule that contained her sleeping son down and hurried over to help her mother before everything either fell onto the ground or Eleanor tripped down the stairs and broke her leg. "What's all this?" she asked, taking half of the things from her.
Her mother looked at her incredulously as they each set their piles down on the coffee table. "Things for the wedding Blair," she explained slowly, as if she were speaking to a five-year-old. "We have to start planning now or there's no way we're going to be ready by April."
"Aren't we going to hire a wedding planner to help with all of this?" she asked, going over to retrieve the baby from the parlour.
"Of course, but I want you to have a general idea in mind first," Eleanor said. When Blair brought Alex over in his baby capsule, she gasped with a smile, "Is that my grandson?"
Blair gave her mother a look as she set the baby capsule down on the lounge. "No actually, this is the people up the street's baby," she retorted.
She shook her head, "You know what I mean." She reached down to unbuckle Alexander.
"No mother," she scolded her, grabbing her arm to restrain her. "He's asleep and if you wake him up he'll be fussy for the rest of the day."
"Excuse me but you haven't brought Alexander to see me in a week," she replied, putting her hands on her hips in annoyance. "I think I should at least get to have a cuddle."
Blair sighed, "Fine, but if we can't get him to sleep tonight we're bringing him to you."
"Cyrus and I would be happy to have him," Eleanor smiled triumphantly as she picked up her grandson, who thankfully remained asleep.
"I'll remember that for future reference," she assured her.
She gave her daughter a look before nodding towards the large pile on the coffee table. "Start looking through those and get an idea of what you want for the wedding," she instructed.
"Can't I take some of these home so Chuck and I can look at them together?" Blair asked, peering at the pile wearily.
"Chuck?" Eleanor repeated in confusion.
"My fiancée..." she replied slowly. "The father of your grandchild. Ring any bells?"
"What I mean is, this is more of a women thing," she explained as she rocked Alexander gently. "I highly doubt your husband-to-be will care about what flowers you're holding or what meals are served at the reception."
She had to admit that her mother had a point. She couldn't imagine Chuck jumping at the thought of choosing what colour napkins the guests would be using at the reception. Blair shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I'm going to make him get involved. This is Chuck's wedding too, he needs to have some input."
"Okay, well good luck with that," Eleanor retorted, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing for Blair to do the same. "Now sit down and start looking through all of this."
She sat down beside her mother and picked up one of the many bridal magazines scattered on the coffee table. She couldn't help but feel excited at the thought that she was finally planning her own wedding, something she had dreamed about ever since she was a little girl. She gasped as she stopped at one of the pages, "I need to have that dress."
Her mother peered over her shoulder and made a face, "You really like that? I could make you something much nicer."
Blair rolled her eyes, realizing that her mother was going to be a major source of stress while planning this wedding. "You want to make my dress?" she sighed.
Eleanor nodded, "Of course. It's the perfect way to promote my bridal line." Seeing the look on Blair's face, she added, "And I want to make my daughter the perfect dress for the most important day of her life."
"Alright, you can make my dress," she gave in, knowing that she wouldn't hear the end of it if she decided otherwise. She continued flipping through the magazine, until her cellphone went off, indicating that she had a text. Blair cringed as Alexander began to cry at the loud noise. As she retrieved her phone, she said, "Maybe you should take him up to my old room for a nap? He's starting to get fussy."
She nodded, looking down at her crying grandson, "Come on sweetheart, there's no need to cry," she said to him soothingly as she stood up and began to make her way upstairs.
Blair looked back to her phone to see that she had a text from Chuck:
Coming home early. See you soon
She texted back:
I'm at my mothers, come over.
A few minutes later, Blair received a reply that said:
I'll just meet you at home.
She peered at the message in confusion, wondering what was going on.
An hour and a half later, Blair arrived home to find Chuck standing in front the window in the living room with his back to her. "Chuck?" she said gently, setting the baby capsule down on the couch and lifting Alex out of it.
He turned around and she noticed that he had a glass of scotch in his hand. "Hey," he said softly as she approached him with the baby in her arms.
"Hi," Blair replied.
"What were you doing at your mother's place all this time?" he asked her.
"We were going over wedding details," she told him. "That's why I wanted you to come over."
"Oh, sorry," he murmered in reply.
"Don't worry, I brought home a lot of the stuff. We can look through it together when we get back from the Hamptons," Blair informed him with an excited smile
He gestured to the baby, "Can I hold him?"
She gave him a strange look, "You don't have to ask me, he's your son too." He set aside his drink and Blair passed Alexander to him. "What's the matter?" she asked, not wanting to avoid the question for any longer.
Chuck looked up from the baby and sighed, "Nate and I had a pretty big fight today. I don't think we're going to be friends again for a long time, if ever."
"Oh," Blair replied, not sure exactly what to say. "Are you okay?"
He responded, "I'm fine, I just keep thinking about something Nate said today."
"What did he say?"
"Well he was mad that you hadn't forgiven him yet," he started
"Typical," she rolled her eyes.
"And he was going on about how you forgave me for the things I've done to you, but when it's him you don't forgive him as easily," Chuck continued.
Blair gave him a look, "You know what this sounds like? Jealously." She paused. "Nate's jealous that we're together and he's all alone now that Serena dumped him."
"Maybe so, but he does have a point," he replied. "I've done terrible things to you in the past Blair, and I could screw up again. Are you sure you want to marry someone like that?"
"Chuck," she started, rubbing his arm sympathetically. "I've made up my mind, I love you and I want to marry you."
"But-"
"We've both done hurtful things to each other, but that hasn't stopped us from being together for the last four years," she pointed out. She looked down to their son and added, "Or from making this beautiful baby together."
Chuck managed a small smile. He paused before telling her, "I just don't want you to resent me for anything. Think about all the things I've done; I told Gossip Girl about our sex life back in high school, I slept with Vanessa Abrams, I left you all alone in Tuscany-"
"Okay, do you want me to marry you or not?" Blair interjected, making a face.
"Of course I do."
"You know, this works both ways," she started. "I want you to think about the things I've done to you."
"Do I have to-?"
She interrupted him and began listing, "I slept with Nate the night of Cotillion to make you jealous and I hooked up with Carter, your worst enemy. I slept with J-" she stopped herself, knowing that what she was going to say was probably the worst thing she had done to him.
"Jack?" Chuck finished bitterly.
Blair paused, nodding slightly. "My point is, after all of that we've forgiven each other and we're still together," she said after a moment.
"Now maybe, but what about later on?"
"We don't know if things are going to work out between us, but no one does," she told him. "When you marry someone, or even begin a relationship with them, there's always a chance that it's not going to work out. But you have to take a risk and hope that it does." She paused, putting her arm around his waist. "That's what we're doing right now Chuck, we're taking a risk by getting married."
"Are you sure you want to take that risk?" Chuck asked, looking at her sincerely.
She nodded with a smile, "Absolutely. You?"
"For you, always," he replied, returning the smile.
Blair kissed him, before leaning her head on his shoulder and looking down at Alexander. "You know, maybe we were a little hard on Nate," she said softly. "If we were able to forgive each other for all those things, we should be able to forgive him for this."
Chuck nodded, "It seems kind of stupid to hold a grudge." They exchanged a look and knew what they had to do.
Nate arrived at the Empire a couple of hours later after receiving a text from Chuck, asking him to come over. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator into the penthouse, he came face to face with Blair and Chuck, who were waiting for him with awkward smiles on their faces. "Hi Nate," Blair greeted him with an awkward nod.
"Nathaniel," Chuck added, extended his hand towards him.
Nate looked down at Chuck's hand wearily for a moment, before shaking it with a small smile. "I don't understand," he started. "What happened to 'stay away from us'?"
"We may have had a change of heart," Blair told him with a shrug. He suddenly realized that she was holding a plate of cookies and was offering them to him. "Consider this a peace offering."
Nate gave her an amused look, "You bake now?"
"Dorota," Chuck explained with a smirk, causing Blair to glare at him.
"Of course," he nodded with a slight chuckle, taking one of the cookies from the plate and biting into it.
"Hey, I had to go and pick them up from her," she insisted, setting the plate down. "It took a lot of effort."
"She had to make that gruelling journey to Queens in the limo, the poor thing," Chuck commented sarcastically. Blair rolled her eyes.
"Well thanks," Nate said as he finished off the cookie.
They stood there for a moment, until Blair said, "There's someone who's been very eager to see his godfather."
Nate lit up, "Really? I can see Alex?"
She nodded, gesturing for Chuck to go retrieve the baby from the bassinet in the living room. He did so, bringing Alex back over to them. "Just remember to support his head this time," Chuck said, giving his friend a look as he carefully handed his son over.
"He's gotten so big," he commented, looking down at Alexander in amazement.
"Well you haven't seen him in six weeks," Chuck pointed out.
Nate nodded, "That's true." He looked back up to his friends, "I just want to both to know that I'm really sorry for everything."
"It's okay-" Blair started.
"No it's not," he interjected. "You're two of my oldest and best friends, I should never have said what I said to you at the hospital Blair. I would never want to come between you two, and frankly I don't think I ever could."
"It doesn't matter," Chuck responded. "We forgive you." She nodded in agreement.
"What made you change your mind?" Nate asked curiously.
"We had a talk," Blair started, glancing over at Chuck, "and we realized that you were right. We've forgiven each other for worse things, so the least we can do is forgive you."
"Well at least two of you have forgiven me."
"Serena's still not speaking to you?" Chuck asked.
He shook his head, "Do you think she'll give me another chance?"
Blair shrugged, "I don't know Nate, she's still pretty upset. Maybe just give her some time." He nodded.
The following morning, Chuck and Blair were more than ready to get out of the city and head to the Hamptons for the next two weeks. They would be there by themselves for two days, then Rufus and Lily were going to join them, along with Serena, Eric and Dan. Jenny was currently on vacation with some friends in the Bahamas and Vanessa was on a work assignment in England for the next couple of weeks so they wouldn't be joining them.
Chuck secured Alexander's carseat onto the seat of the limo as Arthur finished loading up the boot with all of their things. Blair stood on the sidewalk in her sundress, sunglasses and heels, watching to make sure he didn't damage any of their luggage. "Alex is all buckled in," Chuck announced, as he stepped out of the limousine and onto the sidewalk.
"The luggage is packed," Blair nodded as Arthur closed the boot of the car.
"Are we ready to leave Mr Bass?" the driver asked.
"Definitely, the sooner we get out of the city the better," he responded with a nod. As Arthur got into the front seat of the limo, Chuck slipped his arm around Blair's waist and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm so glad we're doing this, this is just what I need."
She smiled, "Me too. There's been way too much drama happening over the last few months, we deserve a break."
Chuck took her hand, "Come on future Mrs Bass, our limo awaits."
"I love when you call me that," Blair gushed, as she got into the limo. "Say it again."
As he slipped into the car beside her, he murmered in her ear, "Mrs Bass." She giggled as the limo pulled away from the kerb. "I can say it over and over if you like."
"Oh please do," she responded, looking to her left to check on Alexander. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly in his carseat, she turned back to her fiancée.
"Mrs Bass, Mrs Bass, Mrs Bass," Chuck repeated, before kissing her gently.
Blair broke off the kiss and pouted. "I don't think I'm going to be able to wait until April to get married," she confessed.
"I know it might seem like forever now, but once the day finally arrives it will be worth it," he told her.
"Apparently my mother plans to have the best wedding planner in Manhattan ready for us by the time we get back from the Hamptons," she told him.
"That should be fun," he retorted sarcastically.
A few hours later, they finally arrived at the Bass beach house that they always stayed in when they were in the Hamptons. Technically, Lily had gotten possession of the house after Bart had died, but it had become a shared holiday home between Chuck and Blair, and Lily and Rufus and their respective children.
"What do you think Alex? Do you like it here?" Blair asked as she stood in front of the house with the baby in her arms. Arthur was busy unloading the bags from the limo.
"I don't think he cares where he stays," Chuck commented. "As long as he has a bed to sleep in and some milk, he's happy."
"It was a rhetorical question."
"No it wasn't."
She rolled her eyes, "Well I clearly didn't expect an answer from our six-week old baby."
He smirked. "Why don't you take him inside? I'll help Arthur with our luggage," Chuck said, gesturing to the front door of the house. "It should be open, the maid is still in there."
Blair nodded. "Thank you Arthur," she said, waving at the driver. "We'll see you in two weeks." They would have a temporary driver and limo during their stay and Arthur was returning to pick them up at the end of their vacation.
"Enjoy your vacation Ms Waldorf," he nodded politely.
She smiled, before turning and making her way up the front steps. When she stepped inside the holiday home, she immediately felt more relaxed. Blair smiled at Alex, who was awake and taking in his new surroundings. "Well baby, this is your first vacation," she cooed. "Isn't this exciting?"
"What's exciting?" Chuck asked as he and Arthur came in carrying the bags. "Take these upstairs to the third room on the right please," he instructed Arthur, before turning back to Blair. The driver began carrying the first lot of the luggage up the stairs.
"It's Alex's first vacation Chuck," Blair explained, rolling her eyes.
"So it is," he replied, looking down at his son. "We better make this the best one ever then."
She began to smirk, "You know what would start this vacation off on a good note..."
He groaned, knowing exactly what she was referring to, "Seriously Blair?"
"There's nothing like a good day of shopping," Blair commented as she pushed the stroller down one of the main streets in town. She had managed to drag Chuck out of the house and into town for a shopping trip. When she received no answer, she stopped and looked back to see Chuck following a few feet behind her, carrying the numerous shopping bags Blair had obtained in the last couple of hours. "Come on Bass, keep up."
"That's easy for you to say," he muttered as he finally caught up with her, "you're not carrying twenty bags."
"Well I'm sorry but the stroller can't hold any more," she retorted, gesturing to the other half a dozen shopping bags hanging off the back of the stroller.
"I think it's time we called it a day."
Blair frowned in protest, "But there's still the other side of the road to get to."
"We can come back another day," he whined, setting down the bags he was carrying.
She rolled her eyes, "Would you stop being such a baby? You're carrying on more than the actual baby."
"That's because he's being pushed around and he doesn't have to carry all of the shopping," Chuck pointed out.
"You should just be happy that Alexander and I are getting out more," she replied in defence.
"Blair."
"Okay, okay, we'll go back to the house," she gave in.
"Thank you," he replied with a sigh of relief, getting out his cellphone to call their temporary driver, Phillip.
"Baby," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Chuck asked, raising one eyebrow at her as he put his phone to his ear.
She smiled at him sweetly, "Nothing my love." He gave her a suspicious look.
"Sit," Blair instructed when they had returned home from dinner that night, pushing Chuck towards the couch.
"Why?" he asked in confusion, as she pushed him onto the soft cushions of the sofa.
"I'm going to put the baby to bed," she started, leaning forward to kiss him. "Then," she murmered against his lips, "I'll be right back." She pulled back with a smirk.
"I'll be waiting," he managed to get out. It wasn't his best line, but it was better than sitting there looking like an idiot. He watched as Blair picked up the baby capsule and made her way upstairs with the baby. She was gone for around 20 minutes. Just when Chuck thought she wasn't coming back, he heard a voice from the top of the staircase.
"Bass," Blair said.
He looked up but he still couldn't see her. "Blair, where are you?"
He went to stand up from the couch, but her voice stopped him, "I told you to sit."
Chuck smirked, "Well I'm sorry, but I'm extremely anxious to see my-" He was silenced when she suddenly came down the staircase wearing nothing but a set of lingerie.
Blair smiled smugly as she saw his jaw physically drop. "Your...?" she questioned him, approaching him slowly.
"Hmm?" he murmered, not able to take his eyes of off her.
"What were you going to say?" she asked, climbing on top of him so she was straddling him.
"I-I don't even know," he stammered. She grinned, before leaning down to kiss him passionately.
Blair pulled away after a moment, biting her lip nervously, "I know it's not my finest negligee, but it's the only one that fits me at the moment." She glanced down at what she was wearing shyly.
"It looks good to me," Chuck replied, leaning in to kiss her again eagerly. He picked her up off of his lap and laid her down on the couch. Things were going well until he let his hand travel down her thigh and she flinched, tensing up underneath him. He broke off the kiss and asked breathlessly, "What's wrong?"
She shook her head, "Nothing. I'm sorry...it's just- nevermind," she muttered, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards her.
He stopped her, "What's the matter Blair?"
"Nothing," she insisted with a shaky laugh.
"You flinched," he pointed out.
"I did not flinch," Blair replied defensively, pullling him towards her again. "Come on, we've been waiting so long for this."
Chuck gave in with a nod and they resumed making out. Yet again, as soon as he tried to take it further, she flinched away from his touch. "There it is again," he pointed out, glancing at her worriedly.
"What?"
"The flinch."
She sighed as she sat up, gently pushing him off her. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me," she said, shaking her head.
He reached over to push one of her curls behind her ear, "We don't have to rush this Blair, we have plenty of time."
"Oh God," she groaned, putting her head in her hands. "This is like losing my virginity all over again."
"If I remember correctly, we didn't have this problem back then," he smirked.
"Chuck!"
He put his arm around her and nodded, "I'm sorry, I'll stop. But seriously, tell me what's wrong."
"I don't know," Blair responded softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "It's just different now that we have a baby."
"How?" Chuck asked in confusion.
She shrugged, "It just is."
He glanced down at her, before kissing her on the head, "We'll wait a bit, okay?"
She nodded gratefully. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for," he insisted. "It's not that big of a deal."
"Come on," Blair scoffed, "You've practically been counting down to this day for weeks." She paused, "By the way, I really did not appreciate the reminder on my phone this morning."
Chuck smirked, "I was just making sure you didn't forget." She shook her head at him, looking very unamused. "But really, I only want this to happen when you're ready," he added. She nodded again, still feeling a little worried.
"Serena," Blair said into the phone. "I need your advice." She was standing at the large window inside the house, watching as Chuck swam in the pool with Alexander.
"What's the matter B, are you okay?" she asked, starting to get a little worried.
She nodded, "Physically yes, but something is wrong with me mentally."
"I have to agree with you there," Serena teased with a chuckle.
"S," she started with an impatient sigh.
"I'm sorry, tell me what's bothering you," she said.
"Okay, well you know how it's been six weeks since I had the baby," Blair started.
"Yes..."
"And you know how after six weeks, you're allowed to start having sex again-"
"Oh God, do I really want to hear this?" Serena shuddered.
She rolled her eyes, "It's nothing graphic, I promise."
"Go on," she instructed reluctantly.
Blair took a deep breath before continuing, "Well last night, Chuck and I were going to, you know."
"Mm," she murmered with a grimace.
"And things were going great for a while," she started. "Until it started progressing further and I...flinched."
"...you flinched?" Serena repeated in confusion.
"I flinched!" she confirmed in embarrassment. "Do you see my problem?"
"I don't understand," her friend replied with a slight chuckle. "What exactly was Chuck doing to you when you...flinched?" The fact that Blair was obsessing over this was highly amusing to Serena.
Blair rolled her eyes, "It was nothing weird, just the normal progression from making out to...the good part."
"Well I'm sorry, but knowing you and Chuck you could have been doing God knows what," Serena retorted. "So what happened after that?"
"Nothing, we didn't end up doing it," she responded. "He asked me what was wrong and I could barely even tell him because I'm that confused myself." She sighed, "What am I going to do Serena? Is our sex life over now that we have a baby?"
"It's not over Blair," she chuckled. "I'm sure this is something a lot of couples go through after having a baby. You just have to get back into it." She paused, "Just talk to Chuck about it. I can't really help you, nor do I particularly want to in this situation."
Blair laughed. "I guess we should talk about it," she agreed. "It's weird though. We've never had this type of conversation before."
"You haven't?"
"Well we've never really had any problems in the bedroom before," she started with a slight smirk.
"So you just never talk about it?"
"No, we just...do it."
Serena grimaced, "Okay, I think I've heard enough."
She smiled, "Thank you for the advice S."
"No problem, I'll see you tomorrow night," she replied. They said their goodbyes and Blair hung up the phone, before making her way out to the pool. She sat down on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in the water. She smiled as Chuck swam over to her, with Alex in his arms.
"Hey," he greeted her with a smile. "Who were you on the phone with?"
"Oh you know, just my mother," Blair lied. "She wanted to know how Alex was."
Chuck nodded, accepting this explanation. He glanced down at Alex with a smile, "As we predicted, our son loves the water."
"I knew he would," she replied, watching in amusement as the baby touched the water with his little hands in awe. "Don't take your eyes off him for a second, okay Bass?" she warned him worriedly.
"Of course," he assured her, knowing how overprotective Blair could be when it came to their son. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" he asked casually.
Blair immediately glanced over at him in alarm, "I, um-"
"Relax Waldorf, I didn't mean it like that," Chuck interjected with a knowing look. "I meant, what do you want to do for dinner?"
"Oh," she replied simply, thinking for a moment. "Well there's a nice seafood restaurant in town, we could go there."
"Sounds good."
"I'll make reservations," Blair nodded.
Chuck took a deep breath, "Listen, about last night-"
"Uh, I should go make those reservations now," she interrupted nervously. "We don't want them to be booked out."
"We need to talk..." he started.
She leant over to give him a quick kiss, "We'll talk later, okay?" He nodded as she kissed their baby on the head, before standing up and hurrying back into the house.
That's it for now. There will be more on the Hamptons in the next chapter. Until then, please review!