Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
"How much longer are you wanting to stay on this island?" Blair inquired as they laid in bed, Blair's head resting on his chest, his heart hammering in her ears had a soothing effect on her soul. The window shades were open. They were watching the rain pound against the closed doors. Another tropical downpour had encroached upon their island. Days earlier the rain would have been a most unwelcomed intruder, but now it gave them an excuse to stay in bed.
"Getting bored in paradise?" he chuckled as his fingers tangled in her mess of curls. He'd woken up to the beautiful mess and refused to let her run a brush through her hair, going so far as to hide it from her knowing that she would try to sneak back into the bathroom second time. She was far from her usual perfection, yet amazingly still perfect.
"No," she shook her head vigorously, "I'm loving this time we're having together."
"But," he prompted her as he pecked at her forehead.
"There is a real world out there, and it feels like we're hiding away from everything," she explained as her fingers walked a path around his chest, savoring the feeling of the course hair against her fingertips, "Like we're ashamed of what we did. I don't feel shame, Chuck. I feel bad for what I did to Louis. I owe him an apology, but I'm not sorry for the choice that I made. You and I fit, Bass. Louis and I didn't."
"You don't owe me an explanation," he told her, "I am overjoyed with the decision you made. I get to wake up with you in my arms every morning for the rest of our lives."
"The rest of our lives," she smiled as she spun her engagement ring around her finger with her thumb, "I like the way that sounds."
"How about we stay a few more days," he suggested, "I'd hate to leave without seeing the sun one last time, and enjoy that brilliant sunset."
"Agreed," she nodded, "And I know we're a little ways away from an actually wedding, but have you given it any thought?"
"I figured we'd have whatever type of wedding you'd want," he replied, "I'll leave you to plan it however you choose, and I'll merely write the checks."
"No," she shook her head, "You are not going to leave me to do all of the planning myself. I nearly lost my mind planning my last wedding. Don't make me suffer through that again." She suddenly began snickering at the words she'd just spoken.
"Losing your mind in suddenly funny," he eyed her curiously.
"No, planning my second wedding," she continued laughing, "I always figured I'd have to plan more than one wedding. I just always thought I'd have to go through one of those messy divorces first."
"You've always had this thought," he frowned, "Even when we were together."
"I suppose not," she replied after she thought about it for a moment. "I guess I figured if we ever got down the aisle to the 'death do us parts', that it would be the one that would stick. I figured we'd simply be too stubborn to give up."
"You didn't figure we would get there though," he concluded.
"I tried not to let my mind get too far ahead of where we were," she admitted, "Commitment was such a new concept for you. I figured that it would take time, and then everything fell apart before our eyes."
"I never thought about marriage until I'd lost you and realized how empty my life felt without you," he explained.
"This still feels like a dream," she replied as she spun her ring around her finger with her thumb one more time. "You and I are engaged. We're getting married."
"Any thoughts as to when you'll want to take that walk down the aisle?" he inquired, "Because I'd understand if you want to wait."
"I haven't really thought about the when just yet, but I think that you and I should get married in the most unexpected and unpredictable way," she smiled.
"Naked in Time Square," he suggested.
"Maybe here on the island with just a witness or two," she suggested with a smirk at his previous offering, "People most definitely will not be expecting us to return from our self imposed exile married."
"Do you really want to do that to all those that are closest to us?" he inquired, "I don't know if I can envision marrying you without your father walking you down the aisle. It wouldn't feel right."
"Maybe we can have both," she offered, "We could have a private ceremony here at sunset, and then we have the over the top ceremony down the road."
"There is no need to rush," he told her, "Neither of us is running the other direction."
"I'm not rushing because I'm scared," she insisted.
"Then what is your rush?" he asked.
"I want to be married to you. Why does it have to be any more complicated than that?"
"Because you and I are more complicated than that," he told her.
"Because I'm pregnant," she stated.
"You're preg . . ." he stammered out, "Is it Louis's?"
"No, it's yours," she stated.
"Are you sure?"
"It could only be yours," she insisted.
"How long have you known?"
"I've suspected for awhile. I had Dorota send me a test when she packed our bags. I'd been getting the nerve up to take it. I finally did that day we played chess. I took it after I stormed out on you after you won. It was positive, and I'm beyond positive that it's yours'. I've been trying to figure out how and when to tell you ever since."
"How can you be so sure the baby is mine?" he pressed. He needed her to give him an explanation that was beyond her simple say so.
"It requires a specific act to conceive a child," she explained, "Louis and I never got there. This baby is yours, Chuck . . . ours."
"We're having a baby," he stated.
"We've never talked about children," she stated nervously as she began talking at double speed, "I know this is a surprise . . . to us both, but this baby was conceived out of love. He or she wasn't planned, but I want this in a way I didn't realize until I took the test and realized that it really happened. You can be surprised or mad or angry or any other emotion that you choose, but eventually I need you to be okay with this."
"We're having a baby," he repeated.
"Yes," she nodded as his hand suddenly closed in around her stomach.
"I'm going to be a father," he stated, his voice filled with disbelief and awe.
"Yes, you are," she continued to nod as tears filled her eyes as she watched the corners of his mouth began to twitch into the slightest of smiles.
"My child is growing inside your body," he replied, his mind going through every possible analogy he could think of so the news would settle in faster. This moment had suddenly become the most important moment of his life. He had to get this reaction right. One day his child was going to ask how he felt about becoming a father. He couldn't disappoint him or her, and Blair was looking at him with eager eyes.
He could feel his heart begin to race. All the disappointment he felt as a child by being rejected by his own father came flooding back. He had the opportunity to finally be a better man than Bart. Every unbroken promise Bart had once made to him, he had the chance to now honor with his own child.
A single tear trailed down Chuck's cheek as his lips dusted along her stomach. When he looked up into Blair's eyes, a full smile was on his face and his eyes were swimming with happiness. It was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen as she caressed his face.
"Completely unplanned and unexpected," he stated, "Like how we began."
"But one of the most welcomed and wonderful additions to our life, right?" she asked with a slight hitch in her voice.
"Yes," he drew out the word as he captured her lips in a searing kiss that took both of their breaths away. "Marry me, Blair."
"I've already said yes," she reminded him as she flashed his engagement ring in his face.
"Marry me, right here, right now," he rephrased his question, "We get someone from the flight crew or the island ordained, and we get married."
"What about our family and friends?" she reminded him, "Weren't you just saying a few minutes ago that you couldn't envision marrying me without my father giving me away."
"That was before you told me that I was going to be the father of your child," he told her, "Nothing should stand in the way of us becoming a family."
"We already are a family," she told him as she caressed her stomach softly, allowing herself to finally enjoy this gift they'd been given.
"I love you, Blair."
"I love you, Chuck."
TBC. . .
A little short, but I believe this will please a lot of the readers of my last story that I bummed out by not having Blair pregnant. In this story it made sense.