Here's the last chapter FINALLY. I'm so sorry this took so long, I've just had no inspiration for writing lately. Hopefully the ending isn't too disappointing. I was going to add more, but anything I wrote just seemed really cliche so I hope this is enough :)
As the elevator doors opened onto the penthouse suite of the hotel, Blair gasped in surprise. The entire suite was decorated with candles and rose petals. "Oh my God," she commented, looking to Chuck with a grin. She went to step out of the elevator, when he grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Wait," he said. She gave him a confused look. "I believe there's one more tradition we need to carry out."
"What are you-" Blair started, but was cut off when he scooped her up into his arms. She giggled and leant in to kiss him. "Come on husband, carry me across the threshold," she instructed, patting his chest lightly. She wondered if the elevator doors even counted as a threshold but she figured that it was close enough. Besides, they could always reenact this tradition when they found their own home.
"As you wish, wife," Chuck retorted. He stepped forward just as the elevator doors started to close, making him clumsily stumble into the penthouse, nearly dropping Blair in the process. Fortunately, she was holding onto him tightly. He cursed under his breath, clearly not amused. Blair on the other hand, was in hysterics. The annoyed expression on his face only made her laugh even harder as he carried her into the bedroom.
"Are you okay?" she managed to choke out, still giggling slightly. "I think married life has already begun to put you off your game."
He looked to her in alarm as he set her down beside the bed. "I'm Chuck Bass, nothing puts me off my game," he told her as she pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled away after a moment and insisted, "I'll prove it to you right now."
"I'm sure you will," Blair murmured. She gave him another quick kiss, before instructing, "Go get the champagne."
Chuck hesitated, looking through the doorway to the bedroom and sighing when he saw how far away the bottle of champagne was. "Okay," he relented, kissing her again. "But you'd better be in the process of getting out of that dress by the time I come back."
He hurried into the living room to retrieve the champagne, she called out, "I can't get out of this dress by myself." She smirked to herself and added, "You're going to have to help me."
A second later, Chuck appeared in the doorway with the bottle and two champagne glasses in hand. He set them down , before turning his attention back to his wife. He gave the dress a once-over, then asked in confusion, "How the hell do we get you out of this thing?"
She chuckled, turning her back to him, "There's a corset on the back."
He groaned as he got to work undoing the corset. He kissed her neck and commented, "Why design a wedding dress that's so hard to get out of? I swear your mother did this intentionally."
"Now do you see why I left it on both times in the limo?" Blair asked, shifting on the spot impatiently. She was close to insisting that they leave the dress on for the time being, but the thought of being comfortable was far too tempting. After a few frustrating minutes, he finally managed to get the dress undone.
"On the easy access scale, this dress gets a 0 from me," Chuck stated, helping her remove the dress.
"Careful!" she warned him. "We can't rip it," she giggled as she stepped out of the dress in her underwear. He immediately pulled her in and kissed her hungrily. It had actually been his first thought to rip the dress right off her, but he didn't think she would appreciate the gesture. "Wait, wait, wait," she said, reluctantly pulling away from him again.
"What is it?" he whined with a pout.
"You are such a baby," Blair chuckled as she careful picked up the wedding dress from the floor and hung it over the chair in the corner of the room. "You're acting like we didn't just have sex in the limo twenty minutes ago."
"After all these years, that still surprises you?" Chuck asked, raising one eyebrow at her. He didn't give her a chance to answer as a moment later, he had picked her up and laid her down on the bed.
He climbed over her and she pulled him closer, realizing that at some point he had removed his jacket, tie and shoes. "You are wearing far too much clothing for my liking Mr Bass," she commented, kissing him as she got to work unbuttoning his shirt.
"Likewise Mrs Bass," he remarked, glancing down to her purple lingerie. Of course she was wearing purple, she knew him too well.
The following morning, Blair awoke to an empty bed. When she saw the empty space beside her, she pouted unhappily. She was looking forward to waking up that morning next to her husband. Just as she was about to call out for him, Chuck appeared in the doorway carrying a breakfast tray. "You're awake," he commented as he carried the tray over to the bed.
"Yes I am," she nodded, pouting once more as he set the tray down on the bed beside her, "And I woke up without my husband by my side."
"I'm sorry," he apologized, sitting down on the bed and leaning in to kiss her. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed when you woke up."
Blair beamed, "You cooked for me?"
"Nope, I ordered room service," Chuck admitted with a smirk. "I'm sure that you want to avoid getting food poisoning at all costs. Especially considering that we're leaving for our honeymoon this afternoon."
"That would certainly put a damper on things," she grimaced, reaching for a strawberry from the assortment of breakfast foods on the tray. She took a bite, then offered the rest to him. He allowed her to feed him the remainder of the strawberry, before kissing her once more. Blair giggled happily, "If we keep doing this, we'll never finish our breakfast."
"I'm okay with that," he replied, winking at her as he reached for another piece of fruit. He selected a blueberry and held it up in front of her mouth.
"So now we're feeding each other?" she asked, opening her mouth to allow him to feed her the berry.
"Apparently," Chuck remarked as she picked up a grape and fed it to him.
"Who would've thought that you would turn out to be such a romantic?" Blair mused, the smile not budging from her lips. "If only 16-year-old you could see you now." She leant forward and kissed his neck, before murmering, "You're such a good father" -she placed another kiss on his jawline- "and a good husband." Their lips finally met once more and they kissed deeply. They eventually pulled away from each other breathlessly, and she finished, "And I love you."
"I love you," he assured her, smirking when he saw the lust-filled look in her eyes. As she began to untie his robe slowly, he ran his fingers along her spine teasingly and asked, "I thought we were eating breakfast?" Blair shook her head silently, slipping the straps of her silk nighty that she had thrown on last night off her shoulders and allowing it to fall. When Chuck's eyes immediately went to her breasts, she smirked. "Breakfast can wait," he managed to choke out a moment later.
"Uh huh," she agreed, kissing him passionately once more. Not having the patience to move the breakfast tray from the bed, at some point they had ended up on the floor. Not the most comfortable place, but neither of them particularly cared at that moment.
Afterwards, they laid there on the floor in silence for a few minutes. Blair rested her head on his bare chest and he kissed her on the top of her head. It was quiet moments together like this that the two of them cherished. Especially since becoming parents, when these moments had become fewer and far between.
"What time are we flying out?" Chuck asked, breaking the silence. She was still yet to tell him where they were going for their honeymoon.
"Hm?" she murmured.
"Our honeymoon?" he clarified, rubbing her back gently. "Have I worn you out beautiful?"
"Just a little," Blair admitted, causing him to chuckle softly. "The Bass jet is ready to go whenever we're ready," she told him. "But I figured it would be best to leave this afternoon so we can spend a few hours with the baby first."
"And are you going to tell me where we're going?"
Blair rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him with a smile, "It's a secret."
"We're married now, we shouldn't have secrets," he pointed out teasingly.
"That's true," she nodded. "But this is a fun secret."
Chuck cleared his throat, "Okay. What's it going to take for you to tell me?"
Blair thought for a moment, before removing herself from his arms and sitting up. "After breakfast, join me in the shower?" she asked with a coy smile.
"You have a one-track mind woman," he observed, also sitting up.
"So do you," she retorted playfully. He had to nod in agreement. "So do we have a deal?" she inquired, her eyes twinkling in amusement. He nodded silently, before getting up and helping her up off the floor so they could finish their breakfast.
"So I did as you asked," Chuck pointed out, caressing Blair's arm as she tied his tie for him. "Now it's time for you to tell me where we're going."
Her eyes flickered up to his and she smiled nervously, "Well I admit, the destination I chose is a little...risky."
He gave her a confused look, "Where are we going, Iraq?"
"No," she rolled her eyes as she finished doing up his tie. She wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, "How would you feel about honeymooning in Tuscany?"
"Tuscany?" Chuck repeated in surprise. That was the last destination he expected her to choose. Iraq had seemed like a more likely option. "Are you sure?"
Blair nodded, "Absolutely. It's a beautiful part of Italy that we should go see together. I've found this private villa that looks just amazing."
"But won't it bring back bad memories for you?" he asked worriedly. "You may have forgiven me for the little stunt I pulled when we were teenagers, but that doesn't mean that you've forgotten it."
"That's precisely why I want to go there," she responded. "I'm sick of the stigma we've associated with Tuscany because of our past. We're beginning a new chapter in our lives, Bass. It's time to make new memories, let go of the not-so-great memories and focus on our future."
Chuck smiled, "You're right, that's all in the past. I was a stupid kid who didn't realize what I had right in front of me." He rested his forehead against hers and added, "I'll never make that mistake again."
"Good to hear," she smiled back, before kissing him gently. "Tuscany, here we come."
"Good morning," Blair announced cheerfully as she and Chuck entered the Waldorf penthouse, hand-in-hand. To their surprise, they found Eleanor sitting in the living room drinking tea with Dan, of all people.
"Well if it isn't Mr and Mrs Bass," Dan said, as he and Eleanor stood up to greet them.
"What are you doing here Humphrey?" Chuck asked in confusion, reluctantly letting go of Blair's hand so that she could give her mother a hug and he could shake Dan's hand.
"Dan and Serena came over to see Alexander," Eleanor explained. "We had some tea, then Serena and Cyrus decided to take the baby for a walk in Central Park. We weren't expecting the two of you to come over so soon. It's not even midday."
"We wanted to see Alex for a couple of hours before we leave for our honeymoon," Blair explained, stepping closer to Chuck and putting an arm around his waist.
"Well Cyrus and Serena should be back shortly," she replied. "I told them not to be gone long."
"They better be," Blair retorted with a frown. "I've missed Alex so much. I'm dying to see him."
Dan interjected, "If you can't be away from him for 12 hours, how are you planning on leaving him for four days?"
"It's going to be hard, believe me," she nodded. "But it's our honeymoon, we can't exactly bring our baby with us."
"We could if you want?" Chuck suggested.
Although it was extremely tempting to say yes, Blair shook her head, "No, it's okay. We need to spend a few days with just the two of us. Besides, Alex won't even remember that we left him."
"The baby will be in good hands with myself and Cyrus, Charles," Eleanor assured him. "And Dorota, of course."
"Of course," he remarked teasingly. There was no way that Eleanor would have agreed to take care of the baby without the help of her maid.
"Speaking of Dorota," she started. "There's something that I've been meaning to talk to the two of you about."
"What's wrong?" Blair asked, starting to get a little worried.
"Nothing," her mother insisted. "It's just that Cyrus and I have decided to move back to Paris in a couple of months time. It will be much easier for me to live there instead of travelling back and forth for work all the time. Plus, we miss Paris terribly."
"So you won't need Dorota anymore?" she asked excitedly. She had been waiting for a chance to steal Dorota from her mother and Cyrus for years, and it appeared that the time had finally come.
Eleanor nodded. "We spoke with Dorota and she is more than willing to work for you and Charles, now that Cyrus and I no longer need her services. If you want her, that is."
"Of course we want her!" Blair exclaimed happily. She had missed having a maid over the last few years. Room service and the maids at the Empire couldn't quite compare to Dorota's tender, loving care. She suddenly realized that she should probably ask Chuck if he was okay with this. Now that they were married, they had to make these type of decisions together. She turned to her husband and asked hopefully, "Well I want her, do you want her?"
"If I said no, you'd probably divorce me and hire her anyway," Chuck teased. He had absolutely no problem with hiring Dorota as their maid, but he knew that if he did, his wife would force him to change his mind.
"That's not true," she insisted. "I would threaten you with divorce, but you'd eventually come around," she added with a smirk.
"So that's a yes?" Eleanor inquired.
"Definitely," Blair nodded. "She's hired as soon as we find a new place to live. You're not leaving for Paris for a few months, so that gives us time to find a penthouse."
"I'll have my realtor start looking while we're away," Chuck announced, making a mental note to make arrangements before they left.
"The daily struggles of Chuck and Blair," Dan mused. "Will they find a penthouse to live in so they can acquire the services of loyal maid, Dorota?"
"The sarcasm is not appreciated," Blair remarked with an unamused look. Before he could respond with a witty comeback, the elevator of the penthouse opened. Serena stepped out a moment later and Cyrus pushed Alex's stroller out of the elevator behind her.
"There's our boy," Chuck grinned as he and Blair approached their son excitedly. The baby immediately lit up when he saw them and started squirming in his stroller, wanting to be let out. He began to cry in frustration when he realized that he couldn't get out on his own.
"It's okay sweetie, Mommy's going to let you out," Blair cooed as she bent down to unbuckle her son from the stroller. As soon as he was free from the safety buckle, Alex immediately tried to climb out. She grabbed him straight away and lifted him up into her arms. "We missed you last night," she gushed, covering his face with kisses.
"I highly doubt that," Serena interjected, with a knowing smirk that made Blair blush and Chuck look down to the floor.
"How was your night?" Cyrus asked, giving the couple a suggestive look.
"Can Alexander expect a little brother or sister in 9 months time?" Serena added teasingly.
"No!" Blair retorted, shooting her friend a glare.
"I call godfather this time," Dan added, playing along with his fiancee's teasing.
"I'm not pregnant!" she insisted, as Alex began to reach for Chuck, obviously wanting to see his Daddy.
"Definitely not," Chuck added as she passed the baby to him. He knew for sure that they had been 100 percent careful the night before and that morning. They had learnt their lesson from their last pregnancy scare. As much as they loved their son, they were taking every precaution to ensure that another baby didn't come into their lives until they were completely ready.
"We'll see..." Serena trailed off with a grin.
"I'm too young to be a grandmother again right now," Eleanor interjected with a sigh. "Please be careful Blair."
"We will- we are," she insisted, blushing once more. This was definitely not something that she wanted to be discussing with her mother. "We're not having another baby any time soon, trust me."
"Right," Dan nodded, not looking at all convinced. The brunette glared at him once more.
"So where are you two off to, anyway?" Eleanor asked, eager to change the subject.
The newlyweds exchanged a look. Blair looked back to her mother and answered, "We've actually decided to go to Tuscany."
"Tuscany?" Serena and Dan repeated.
"Really Chuck?" Serena continued, glaring at her stepbrother. "That's a little inappropriate, don't you think?"
"It was my idea," Blair insisted.
"Are you sure about this B?" Serena asked, looking to the brunette questioningly.
"It's not too late to change our plans," Chuck added.
She shook her head, "Absolutely not. We're going." She gave him a look that told him that she wasn't going to change her mind.
Alex clumsily grabbed one of his stuffed animals from his toy box, before staggering over to his parents with the teddy bear clutched in his tiny fist. Blair couldn't help but chuckle as the baby carefully handed her the toy, then toddled back to the toy box to retrieve another one. This was his new favourite game. He would take out his toys and distribute them to people. Blair thought that it was particularly cute as it seemed like he was trying to share his toys with whoever was in the room at the time. She could tell that her son was already very sweet-natured and would not grow up to be the spoilt little terror of a child that people expected him to be having Chuck and Blair as parents. While Alexander possessed many of his parents traits, he was also his own person and was in the process of developing his own personality.
"Thank you," Chuck smiled as his son handed him a stuffed toy duck, before taking off towards his toy box once more. Eleanor and Cyrus had gone out for lunch, leaving Chuck and Blair to spend a few hours alone with Alex before they had to leave. Serena and Dan had also gone home at around the same time.
Blair sighed contently and said, "He's so amazing."
"You just noticed?" he teased, reaching out to take her hand.
"I notice it many times every day," she informed him, as they shared a smile. She looked down to the teddy bear in her other hand and stated, "Having Alex may not have been something that we planned, but now I can't imagine our lives without him."
"Neither can I," Chuck agreed. "What would we be doing with our lives right now if we didn't have him? Would we already be married by now?"
"I think we would have gotten married sooner actually," Blair replied as Alex came up to her with another stuffed animal. This time, she picked him up and set him down in her lap. She had been overcompensating with the cuddles over the last few hours, wanting to make up for all the ones she would be missing when they were away. "You can't tell me that you weren't planning to propose the moment after I graduated college," she added, kissing the baby on the head.
He smiled, she knew him too well. As much as he wanted to marry her as soon as possible, he had always wanted her to finish her education before they got married and had children. Blair had just managed to squeeze in her last semester of college before Alex was born, but Chuck couldn't help but feel a little guilty that her career had been delayed by the pregnancy. "I'm just glad that everything worked out," he admitted. "We're married, our son is happy and healthy and both of our careers are going great."
"Exactly, everything worked out the way that it was supposed to," Blair beamed. "Whoever said that you can't have it all, obviously didn't know us."
"Ma," Alex said, looking up at his mother with an impatient grunt.
"What is it baby?" she asked. He handed her the toy he had in his hand, before climbing out of Blair's lap to go back over to the toy box and continue his game.
"He's not really a baby anymore," Chuck observed as they continued to watch Alexander play.
"He is too a baby," Blair argued with a playful glare. "He's not even a year old yet."
He gestured to their son, "But look how independent he is. He'll be off to college before we know it."
"Take that back," she retorted. "I still have seventeen more years until I have to let him go to college, don't take that away from me." Chuck just laughed and she couldn't help but melt at the sound. She loved that he seemed to laugh more over the last few years than he had when they were teenagers. Blair also loved that she and Alexander were the reasons behind Chuck's current happiness. After the childhood he had had, he deserved happiness and so did she. "I love you Bass," she said, giving him a quick kiss.
"I love you too Bass," he retorted, pulling her in for a longer kiss. They were interrupted a moment later by a light tapping on Chuck's shoulder. They broke apart to find Alex standing there with a look of confusion on his face. "I'm sorry little man," he said, picking him up. "You're going to have to get used to this. You can blame your mother for being so goddamn attractive."
"Chuck," she scolded him, though she was smiling at the compliment anyway.
2 and a half years later
A grin broke out on Blair's face as she read the positive result on the pregnancy test in her hand. After four months of trying, she was pregnant again. They were going to have another baby. She made her way back into their bedroom, where Chuck was still sleeping. It was 7 in the morning, but Blair couldn't wait to take the pregnancy test and had gotten up early to do it. She climbed back into bed, then leant over to kiss her husband on the lips to wake him up. When she felt him start to kiss her back, she pulled away slowly and gave him a coy smile. "Morning," he muttered with a yawn. She just continued to smile at him. "What?" Chuck asked, sitting up with a confused look.
She held up the pregnancy test and smiled, "Congratulations Daddy."
A look of shock and realisation appeared on his face as he took the pregnancy test from her and examined it. He glanced up at her and asked, "You're pregnant?"
Blair nodded happily, "You've managed to knock me up yet again."
Chuck just beamed as he leant in to kiss her once more. "I love you," he proclaimed, his hand coming to rest on her stomach.
"We love you too," she replied, on behalf of herself and their unborn child.
They suddenly heard a light knock on the door, followed by the sound of their 3-year-old's voice, "Mommy, Daddy, can I come in?"
"Yes Alex," Blair responded, smiling at the thought of having another child in less than 9 months time.
The little boy opened the door and ran across the room, before jumping onto his parents' bed. "Good morning!" he grinned, proceeding to give his mother a hug.
"Good morning buddy," Chuck replied, also accepting a hug from his son.
As Alexander pulled away from his father, he spotted the pregnancy test sitting on the bed. "What's that?" he inquired, reaching forward to pick it up.
Blair immediately leaned forward and scooped it up, before discarding it in the top drawer of her bedside table. "It's nothing," she answered quickly.
"Why can't I see it?" he asked, pouting sadly as he sat down in Chuck's lap.
"Because it's special Mommy and Daddy business, that's why," she said, tickling her son under his chin playfully.
Alex giggled and brushed her hand away gently. "What is it?" he continued curiously.
Blair sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to give up until they gave him some answers. She looked to Chuck, as if to ask 'should we tell him?'. He thought for a moment, before nodding. He was going to find out eventually, so they might as well tell him now. "Okay sweetie," she started with a small smile. "That thing that was on the bed before just told Daddy and I...that we're having a baby."
"Who will be your little brother or sister," Chuck added, looking down to see how Alexander would react.
"There's a little baby growing inside Mommy's tummy right now," Blair continued, placing her hand on her belly. "And in around 9 months, it's going to come out and join our family."
Alex looked from one parent to the other, blinking as he absorbed the information he had just learnt. "Okay," he said, shrugging nonchalantly. "Can we have breakfast now?"
Chuck and Blair exchanged surprised looks. They had expected more of a reaction from the 3-year-old. "You don't have any questions Alex?" he asked patiently. "You can ask us anything."
"That's okay," he replied, sliding off Chuck's lap and jumping off the bed. "I'm hungry."
"Why don't we talk about the baby at breakfast?" Blair suggested.
"If you want to Mommy," Alex nodded. "I asked Dorota to make pancakes," he informed his speechless parents, before skipping out of the room happily.
Chuck looked over to his wife, who still had a puzzled look on her face, and smiled in amusement. He leant over and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't worry Blair, he's a Bass. You know we don't like to talk about our feelings." She smiled. "Come on," he started, "Let's get you and the baby some breakfast."
"Let's. I'm starving," Blair commented as they climbed out of bed.
It's a pretty cliched ending, I know. But I really didn't know how else to end it. Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story and has been so patient with me through my times of writer's block.
I think I've pretty much exhausted the Chuck and Blair baby/family storyline, so I really want to do something different for my next multi-chapter story. But I'll still be updating my 'Little Moments' oneshots whenever inspiration strikes. If anyone has any ideas of what I should do for my next story, leave it in a review and I might write it :)
Thanks again to all my loyal readers and reviewers! xox