Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.
To make up for the confusion of my reposting of Chapter 23, here is Chapter 24 for your viewing pleasure.
As thrilled as I am with the outcome of last night's season finale, as I'm sure we all are, I have to admit I was about sixty seconds from throwing my television out the window.
Having said that, I'm all in.
Enjoy.
"So what do you say the odds are that Chuck and Blair show up to this little soiree?" Serena inquired of her mother as they prepared for the newlywed's brunch that had been arranged. She still didn't know how her mother had convinced Chuck and Blair to take a morning away from their honeymoon lockup in their new home to have late brunch with their closest friends and family only a week after they'd said their vows.
"They'll show," Eric stated as he stole a handful of fruit from one of the platters despite the slap to the hand he received from his mother in the process, "Blair gets to open her wedding gifts. There is nothing that will stop that materialist girl from tearing into her presents. The better question that should be asked is how long they'll stay. I'm guessing no more than two hours, one to open the gifts, the second to make it look polite."
"I left Chuck a message last night and again this morning to remind him," Lily stated calmly.
"I'm sure they'll be in need of a break," Nate chimed in as he arrived.
"You're early," Serena looked at him curiously, "Do we need to teach you how to read your watch again? You see there are two hands, a short one and a long one…"
"Very funny," Nate glared at her, "I've been known to be early on occasion."
"Have any of you heard from Daniel?" Lily inquired as she looked around the room. "Rufus has been trying to reach him for the last few days."
"He's called a couple of times this week," Nate stated, "I never answered the call or even listened to his message, so no, I haven't talked to him."
"Yeah, me too," Serena nodded, "Though I did listen to one message. He actually tried to justify what he'd done, but the recording cut him off. I deleted the message and the few that followed. I'm not really interesting in hearing anymore."
"Jenny heard from him," Eric chimed in, "Yesterday, I think. He's trying to sell her his bill of goods. She's more sympathetic than any of us. She said he sounds pretty depressed. She thinks it has more to do with Blair actually following through with the wedding though more than any guilt he feels for what he's done."
"Well, Rufus is worried. He went to Brooklyn to check on him," Lily stated.
"Mom, we get that he's your stepson, so you have some sort of legal obligation to care about him. I, for one, will be just fine if he stays away for good," Serena replied, "There's not a lot of forgiveness that I can offer him."
"I'm sure you'll feel differently, eventually," Lily stated.
"Don't count on it," Nate quipped, "I'm not feeling very forgiving either. He's just lucky that Chuck hasn't hired a hit man."
"Chuck wouldn't do that, would he?" Lily gasped.
"No," Nate chuckled, "I don't think he actually knows a hit man. I could be wrong though. There were more people in his little black book than just women."
"Speaking of women, where's the cougar?" Serena inquired, "I didn't see much of her at the weddin. I saw her a couple of days ago thought. I thought she'd be with you today."
"She had to catch another flight to London," Nate explained, "She'll be back in a few days. She's very anxious to launch her new website."
"Can't wait myself," Serena added with a hint of sarcasm that went completely over Nate's head.
The elevator chimed the arrival of more of their guests, Eleanor, Cyrus, Harold and Roman. They all began to talk eagerly about the arrival of the newlyweds. Dorota and Vanya arrived shortly after with their adorable little girl, who promptly attached herself to Nate's leg and wouldn't let go of him for the rest of the day. The attention of the little girl irritated Serena more than she was willing to admit.
"Chuck, stop," Blair moaned as she tried to push him away as he nuzzled her neck on the short ride to his mother's penthouse apartment, "We've been at this for nearly a week now. Haven't you had your fill yet?"
"Never," he whispered into her ear as he began nibbling on her lobe.
It had been an amazing week. They'd spent nearly every moment in their bedroom, but it wasn't all about the extracurricular. They played chess, read novels to each other, and fantasized about their future together. Their meals magically appeared at regular intervals on a cart outside their bedroom. They literally never had to leave their bedroom, though each morning Chuck would find Blair sitting in the nursery, reading fairytales to their unborn child.
The tiny baby bump was growing. Each day she proclaimed that she was larger than the day before, though no one would notice when she was fully clothed.
"We're still in agreement that today is the day for our announcement, aren't we?" she inquired as his hand drifted to her abdomen as he caressed her softly.
"Yes," he nodded, "Though nearly everyone that is going to be there already knows."
"Well, we still need to make it official," she replied.
"As I've said repeatedly, it is your decision when we tell everyone," he stated.
"Will you make the announcement?" she requested, "I know I'm going to lose my nerve. Serena is going to be so upset with me."
"Don't you worry about Serena's reaction," he told her, "I will handle her."
"And Nate?" Blair continued on. "They are our best friends, and we purposely withheld this news from them."
"In all fairness, we only really told Eleanor because she was designing your dress, and she had to know. Dorota knew, well because Dorota knows everything. Everyone else that knows, guessed, and we didn't refute them. I don't recall Nathaniel guessing. Did Serena?"
"No," Blair shook her head, "I don't think so."
"Then it's really their fault," Chuck replied, "They may have had the thought, but they never verbalized it."
"You can twist anything around to your benefit, can't you?" she shook her head in amusement.
"One of my many talents," he smirked as he began nibbling on her neck again.
Blair inhaled his scent deeply. Suddenly her stomach felt like it was churning. "Chuck, stop," Blair demanded as she pushed him away roughly.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he saw the look of slight panic on her face.
"I think I have morning sickness," she told him as her hand clutched her stomach.
"Do you need Arthur to pull over?" he inquired as he reached towards the switch that would lower the glass partition.
"I don't think so," she shook her head. "We aren't more than a block away."
Chuck reached for her free hand as he tried to comfort her as he slid in close to her again. "Tell me what you need me to do."
Another whiff of his cologne turned her stomach harder, "Whoa, stay away from me. It's your cologne. It's making me sick."
"It never has before," he told her as he slid to the other side of the limo to put as much distance between them that he could.
The limo mercifully came to a stop. Blair didn't wait for Arthur to open the door. She shoved it open and flew towards the trashcan that was just steps from the front door. The small breakfast she'd ate earlier that morning was quickly revisited.
"I'm sorry, Mister Bass," Arthur apologized, "I didn't think I was driving erratically."
"It's okay, Arthur," Chuck assured him as he stepped towards Blair and rubbed her back in a soothing fashion, "It wasn't anything you did. It's me. My cologne is suddenly revolting to her."
"Chuck, you need to go home and shower," Blair told him as he stepped in closer, "I don't think I can even ride in the same elevator as you."
"Are you sure it's my cologne?" he asked.
Blair stepped closer to him to get another whiff. The same unsettling feeling took hold. "Yes, oh god, you reek."
"Tell everyone that I was detained by a business matter. I will join you soon," he told her as he stepped into her to give her a quick kiss. Blair held her breath until he pulled away. "I love you."
"I love you too," she smiled slightly, "And I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he assured her.
"And change your clothes," she added as he stepped towards the limo while giving his confused looking driver instructions, "And burn them."
"Yes, Dear," he smiled as he stepped into the limo.
With fresh air, Blair felt her stomach begin to settle, so she felt safe in joining her family.
"Aren't you missing something, Blair?" Serena inquired as Blair stepped off the elevator alone, "A husband perhaps?"
"You can't tell me that the honeymoon is over after only a week," Nate chuckled as he stepped in to kiss Blair's cheek in greeting. He was apparently wearing a new scent, the same as Chuck.
"He's been a little delayed," Blair explained as she stepped away from Nate quickly, "I'm sure he won't mind if we start without him."
"Blair, we can't celebrate your marriage without the groom," Eleanor insisted.
"He shouldn't be more than thirty minutes," Blair replied, "And he's not going to enjoy the present opening as much as I am anyways."
"Are you sure that's all that's going on?" Serena looked to her best friend with concern, "He's not sulking still over the Post's story, is he?"
"No," Blair replied, "He's still plenty mad about it, but that's not why he's not here. I promise, he'll be here soon."
"Then I guess we can get started," Lily replied as she ushered the bride into the living room where the mammoth pile of gifts was waiting for her.
"Blair, those earrings are beautiful," Serena stated as she took note of the jewels in her best friend's ears, "Not really your style though."
"They were Chuck's mother's," Blair explained as she touched her lobe before she took a seat, "He gave them to me on our first morning of wedded bliss."
Soon the room was filled with the sights and sounds of Blair tearing into her presents to the amusement of her friends and family. There were practical gifts, trashy gifts, many items that would eventually need to be exchanged, but it was Serena's gift that had the bride blushing the most.
"That's an interesting shade of red my wife is wearing," Chuck announced his presence.
"Chuck, look what your sister gave us for a wedding gift," Blair glared at her best friend before she held the box up to her husband.
"Sex toys and edible underwear," he chuckled, "Thanks, S, those will come in handy."
"Chuck!" Blair scolded him as she reached out to smack his shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss, "She also got me a vibrator."
"Keep that in the box," Chuck told her, "We'll re-wrap that and return it to her. She has a birthday coming up soon, doesn't she? You certainly won't be needing it."
"Chuck," she scolded him again.
"I guess you started…or nearly finished without me," he chuckled as he looked towards the few gifts that had yet to be opened.
"Did you expect me to wait to open my presents?" she batted her eyelashes at him.
"I suppose not," he chuckled.
"I haven't opened the cards," she replied, "You can open those."
"What cheap Upper East Sider just gave a card?" Serena scoffed, "I'll want to make note so that I don't invite them to my wedding. Honestly, who does that?"
"Those that found it difficult to decide what to get the bride and groom that have virtually everything they could ever need," Lily chimed in.
"Their mansion is nearly empty!" Serena exclaimed, "They could have…"
"…What bought them furniture?" Nate chimed in with an amused laugh, "All you bought them was sex toys and a vibrator. So obviously you couldn't come with anything practical either."
"It's a gag gift," Serena glared at him, "Chuck and Blair get the humor of it. You bought them a blender. What the heck are they going to do with a blender?"
"All right, separate corners," Blair chimed in to defuse the argument, "And I'm sure that Chuck and I will find plenty of uses for a blender."
"And if we can't, we can always return it for more of this edible underwear. We'll go through this by the caseload," Chuck replied.
"All right, that's quite enough," Lily chimed in, "Blair, why don't you finish with your presents, and then we'll sit down to breakfast."
"Did you want to open one?" Blair inquired as she held up the smallest of the remaining presents to Chuck.
"Go ahead," he chuckled, "You have your fun. I'm sure it's much more entertaining to watch you open the gifts than it is to actually open one myself."
"Chuck, how are you feeling?" Lily inquired as she stepped in to greet her son as he stepped back to allow Blair to regain her spotlight.
"Fine," Chuck replied.
"You've been resting, I hope," she replied, "Not too much physical exertion. You're still recovering from your injuries, after all."
"I'm fine," he assured her, "Blair has been the gentlest of nursemaids."
"Did you really have a business matter to attend to?" she asked softly so the no one else could hear.
"No," he shook his head as he gave his quiet reply, "My cologne makes her nauseous. I had to go home, shower and change. It's the first time we've had to deal with this. It caught us both by surprise."
"Well, get used to it," she chuckled, "This is going to be a confusing six months for you."
When the pile of wrapped present disappeared, the gathered made their way towards the elegantly set table. Blair gave Chuck a knowing glance as they all took their seats, with Chuck and Blair at the head of the table.
"I'd like to start this meal off by proposing a toast," Chuck stated as he tapped his glass of orange juice with a butter knife to get everyone's attention, "First off, I must thank the beautiful hostess for putting together such a luscious looking spread. Thank you, Lily. Your event planning skills are as appreciated as always. Secondly, Blair and I would like to thank you all for…everything. And last but by no means least, we have an announcement to make. Many of you have been intensely curiously by our rush to run down the aisle, and we actually do have the most wonderful of reasons. Blair is three months pregnant with our first child."
"What!" Serena, Nate and Eric exclaimed as everyone else proceeded to congratulate the pair officially.
"You're pregnant!" Serena added, "How long have you known?"
"Since before we left our island," Blair explained, trying to sound as calm as she could.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Serena added.
"We wanted to keep it quiet until after the wedding," Chuck explained, "I didn't want anything to take any of the focus away from Blair on her big day."
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Nate inquired.
"We don't know yet," Chuck replied.
"We have to start decorating a nursery for you then," Serena proclaimed triumphantly.
"It's actually already finished," Blair replied, "It was Chuck's wedding gift to me."
"You should have told me. All those times I asked for the real reason that you were rushing down the aisle, you lied to me," she began to pout as the disappointment began to sink in.
"I didn't lie to you," Blair began, "Everything that I said was the honest truth, I just left one part out."
"Are you happy about this, Chuck?" Nate inquired as he bent towards his best friend so that the others at the table weren't able to hear.
"Yes," he nodded quickly, "We're both extremely happy about this."
"So you got engaged because of the baby?" Eric concluded.
"No," Blair shook her head quickly, "We didn't even know I was pregnant when he asked me to marry him. I'd had a few suspicions, but I wasn't absolutely certain until a few weeks later when I worked up the courage to take the test that Dorota sent."
"Dorota, you didn't tell me!" Serena exclaimed as her outrage increased.
"Not my secret to tell," Dorota insisted.
"Well, who else did you tell?" Serena demanded.
"We had to tell my mother," Blair replied, "Because she designed my gown."
"Harold, Roman, and Cyrus guessed at the wedding," Chuck chimed in, "And Lily guessed about a week or so before the wedding."
"You knew!" Serena shrieked as her voice raised an octave as she scowled at her mother, "How could you know that my best friend was pregnant and not tell me?"
"It was Blair and Chuck's secret to reveal," Lily replied calmly, "They wanted to wait. I didn't even tell Rufus."
"Betrayed by my own mother," Serena scoffed as she tossed her napkin on her plate and made a beeline for her bedroom.
"Such the drama queen," Blair sighed as she set her napkin on her own plate as she was about to follow after her.
"Stay here and eat," Chuck told her, "I'll take care of this. You need the nourishment."
"Thank you," she gave him a small smile as he left. Nate was looking at her with the most curious expression. "I suppose you're mad at us too."
"No," Nate shook his head, "I think this news is great, and I understand why you weren't telling people, especially after what Georgina pulled with her Post story. It does solve the mystery though as to why your breasts appear larger."
"That's what's different," Eric stated as he tapped Nate's shoulder in gratitude. Blair's change in appearance had been bugging him, but he couldn't figure out what had been different, "I kept trying to put my finger on what was different. I thought it was the post coital glow."
"You're both disgusting," Blair glared at him.
"Hey, Eric noticed too," Nate stated defensively, "And he doesn't even like breasts."
"On women anyways," Eric chimed in.
"Okay, no more talking about Blair's breasts," Lily chimed in.
"Serena, get your butt back to that breakfast table and eat," Chuck charged into Serena's bedroom without the cursory knock.
"God, Chuck, boundaries," she glared at him.
"You're being rude. Get back out there now," Chuck demanded.
"Forget it," Serena scoffed, "I'm not breaking bread with my supposed best friend after she's been lying to my face for weeks."
"Did you ever stop to think about why Blair didn't want people to know she was pregnant?" Chuck pressed. "She has spent most of her life living in your shadow. Even when you were off at boarding school, every day she was fielding questions about you. 'How is Serena doing?' 'What's wrong with Serena?' 'Have you heard from Serena?' 'Is Serena pregnant?' 'Is Serena in rehab?' 'Why haven't you heard from Serena? You're supposed to be her best friend.'"
"Your point," Serena narrowed her eyes at her stepbrother.
"My point is that she never once spoke ill of you. She always defended you. She put on a brave face for you when her life was falling apart all around her. Her parents were getting a divorce. Her father had fallen in love with a male model. Her boyfriend was practically ignoring her, and she was throwing up half her meals. She didn't let the gossips take over," Chuck stated.
"And when I came back she started a smear campaign against me and accused me of attempting suicide," Serena hissed back.
"She was hurt," Chuck replied, "She didn't receive one letter from you, one phone call, one god damn email even. And as soon as you returned, the spotlight on you began to shine brighter and brighter. Serena could do no wrong. And you'd changed. Nobody knew who you were anymore. Hell you started dating assholes from Brooklyn."
"Your point," Serena requested once again.
"She's finally worked out of the shadows. She had her own spotlight. She wanted the wedding to be a joyous occasion. She didn't want the whispers of the gossips claiming that I was marrying her only because I'd knocked her up, or worse that she was carrying another man's child that she was passing off as mine. She wanted to have one day where everyone just looked at how beautiful she was with no snide comments to add, and she had that," Chuck explained.
"She still could have told me," Serena insisted.
"Yes, she could have," Chuck nodded, "And you could have accidentally let it slip to someone else, who would let it slip to someone else, who would eventually let it slip to Gossip Girl or The New York Post. We told one person. Had Blair not had the potential for a belly bump, she might not have even told Eleanor, her own mother. Get over yourself, Serena, Blair's life does not revolve around you."
"You have some nerve!" she exclaimed.
"And so do you," he responded, "This day is supposed to be about celebrating my marriage to Blair. We chose today to share our news with our closest friends and family, and you go and take the spotlight away from Blair with the mother of all scenes. If anybody owes anyone an apology it is you. This may be hard for you to grasp, but the world does not revolve around Serena van der Woodsen."
"Bite me," Serena snapped.
"Not interested," Chuck replied as he was about to storm out, "Grow up, Serena."
Serena huffed in reply as she stayed firmly planted on her bed as Chuck slammed the door behind him.
"Is she coming out?" Blair asked Chuck when he returned to the table.
"Not likely," Chuck replied as he kissed her forehead.
"I should go talk to her," Blair stated.
"Let her stew," Chuck shook his head, "Today is not her day."
"Chuck, she's my best friend. I want her to be happy and celebrate with us," she pouted.
"Give her time," Chuck replied, "Soon she'll be buying cute little onesies like there is no tomorrow."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Chuck nodded.
"So Blair, any morning sickness yet?" Cyrus inquired as a way to make conversation. The table had been uncomfortably quiet since Serena stormed out.
"Today for the first time," Blair nodded, "Apparently I suddenly find Chuck's cologne revolting. I had to send him home to change. By the way, Archibald, you may want to lay off it as well. Penshoppe's Free Spirit does not agree with me right now, and I'd hate to throw up on your shoes."
"Noted," Nate replied.
"I remember when I was pregnant with Blair, I was throwing up night and day," Eleanor chimed in.
"With Eric, I just moved right into the bathroom," Lily added.
"Not that this isn't a fascinating conversation, but could we talk about something other than vomit as we eat our breakfast?" Eric requested.
"How about hemorrhoids or food cravings?" Eleanor suggested.
"No hemorrhoids yet, but I did have one slightly unusual food craving," Blair replied, "Street vendor hotdogs. I sent Chuck on a mission. He came back with an entire box filled with hotdogs with all sort of toppings."
"When I was pregnant with Scott, I was always craving hard shell tacos. I don't know how many late night taco runs I made to Del Taco," Lily replied.
"Del Taco?" Eric inquired.
"It's a cheap taco place in California. It stays open late and is good for those late night taco cravings," Lily explained.
"Tacos sound really good right now," Blair replied as she turned towards Chuck and began batting her lashes.
"Thanks, Lily," Chuck replied before he took Blair's hand and kissed it lightly, "We'll have Arthur drive us past one of those food trucks on the way home. I'll buy you whatever you're craving."
"Promise?" she batted her lashes again.
"That is the most nauseating thing I've seen," Nate replied as he watched the interaction between the newlyweds.
"Agreed," Eric chimed in.
"Be nice to Chuck," Blair glared at them both, "He's going to have to deal with the cravings and the mood swings and everything else that goes along with my pregnancy. Now apologize before I stick my pregnancy mood swings on you."
"Sorry," the both muttered quickly.
"Look who's out of her bedroom," Nate greeted Serena as she crept back into the dining room.
"Blair, Chuck, can I talk to you for a minute?" Serena inquired.
"Sure," Chuck nodded as he offered his hand to Blair before he followed Serena up to her mother's office so they could have some privacy.
"Blair, I'm very sorry about how I behaved earlier," Serena began, "I was out of line. Of course, I'm excited for the two of you. I shouldn't have made it all about me. It was your choice of when you'd tell everyone. I wish that you could have trusted me a bit more to keep your secret, but I guess I understand why you didn't."
"I do trust you, S," Blair began, "I know you would never have intentionally revealed my pregnancy. I felt guilty for not telling you, everyday in fact since Chuck and I returned from our island, but after what happened with the newspaper column just before the wedding I can't say that I regret my decision. I trusted Dan with a very personal problem that I've been working through since I was fourteen, and he used it against me."
"And I want to scratch out his eyes for it," Serena added.
"So do I," Blair smirked slightly.
"He's the father, isn't he?" Serena inquired as she pointed towards Chuck.
"Yes," Blair laughed out, "I was never with Louis, remember."
"And you're happy about this?" Serena asked.
"We're so happy," Blair nodded.
"You're happy?" Serena pressed as she got into Chuck's face.
"Ecstatic," Chuck replied.
"You had better take care of them," Serena waved a finger in his face, "You'd better give them a good life and take care of them and love them with every ounce of love that you have in you."
"I will," he nodded, "I already do."
"I know you said that today isn't about me, but can I be excited that I'm going to be an aunt?" she asked.
"Yes," he laughed.
"B, I'm so happy for you," Serena stated as she hugged Blair tight.
"Oh, no," Blair stated as she suddenly pushed Serena away and dashed out of the room, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Are you still wearing the Versace perfume?" Chuck inquired.
"Yeah, why?" Serena asked in confusion.
"You might want to hold off on the perfumes around Blair right now," Chuck explained, "She's very sensitive. I had to go home and take a shower earlier."
"Should I go after her?" Serena inquired.
"No," Chuck shook his head, "Go have breakfast with the family. I'll take care of Blair. She and the baby are my responsibility after all."
"Right," Serena smiled.
Serena returned to the dining room as Chuck went to check on Blair. She was rinsing her mouth out with mouthwash as she patted her face with a cool, damp washcloth.
"We're going to put a ban on all perfumes and colognes for the next six months," Blair stated.
"Okay," he nodded, "Has your stomach settled enough to return to breakfast or did you want to go back to the manor to lay down?"
"Would you hate me for saying I want to go back to the manor and lay down?"
"No," he shook his head.
"Do you think our friends and family would hate me?"
"No," he continued to shake his head.
"Take me home, Chuck," she requested as her arms wrapped around his neck as she hugged him tight.
"As you wish, my queen," he whispered in her ear.
"At least I got to open all my presents," she replied as they made their way back down to the main floor.
"I'll work with Lily to have them sent over. Why don't you go retrieve your things? I'll go make our excuses," Chuck suggested.
"Good idea," she nodded as she went to the coatroom to gather her purse and the light jacket she'd worn.
"Blair's not feeling well, so I'm going to take her home so she can lay down," Chuck announced to the dining room full of friends and family.
"Poor thing," Eleanor stated as she rose from the table. "Charles, I'll walk you two out."
Chuck nodded as Eleanor followed him to the entryway.
"Sweetheart, Charles said you're not feeling well," Eleanor stated as she went to hug her daughter.
Blair held her at a distance, not wanting a repeat of earlier with Serena. "You'd better not hug me. Perfumes and colognes are apparently my kryptonite… I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be, Sweetheart," Eleanor assured her, "Morning sickness is a very common part of pregnancy."
Blair nodded in acknowledgement of the words as she cast her eyes to the floor.
"Chin up, Sweetheart," Eleanor stated as she lifted her daughter's eyes, "This isn't like before. This has nothing to do with your bulimia."
Blair nodded again as tears filled her eyes.
"If you have any questions, I'm only a call away," Eleanor stated as she ignored Blair's warning and gave her a hug.
"When are you going back to Paris?" Blair inquired.
"It won't be for awhile," Eleanor replied, "Cyrus and I will be staying in New York through your pregnancy and quite possibly for a long while after that."
"And Daddy and Roman?" she asked.
"They have to go back to France for a little while," Eleanor explained, "But they will be back in plenty of time. Their plan at the moment is to be back by your birthday and to stay until at least a month after their grandchild is born."
"That's almost four months," Blair's eyes began to twinkle with happiness.
"You may very well get sick of us," Eleanor chuckled.
"Never," Blair shook her head.
"Take her home, Charles, and wait on her hand and foot," Eleanor instructed her daughter's husband.
"I will," he nodded as he kissed his mother-in-law's cheek before he took Blair's hand and guided her towards the elevator.
Once settled in the limo, Chuck asked, "Were you still wanting tacos?"
"Maybe later," she replied as she nudged her nose into his chest, inhaling his natural scent and soaking in the raw attraction she had to this man. "Chuck?"
"Yes, Blair," he prompted her.
"Do you find me sexy right now?" she asked as she began toying with one of his buttons.
"I always find you sexy," he assured me.
"Even though I've unloaded my stomach twice this morning," she pouted.
"I always find you sexy," he repeated as he pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him.
"Make love to me," she whispered, "Right here, right now."
"We'll be home in less than five minutes," he reminded her, "I need more time than that."
Blair turned around to lower the glass partition, "Arthur, drive around Central Park a few times. Chuck and I need a few extra minutes."
"As you wish, Mrs. Bass," Arthur smirked into the rearview mirror as Blair raised the partition and returned her attentions to her husband, "Now where were we?"
TBC. . .