A/N: I am so sorry for the wait! I really don't have a good excuse - just generally busy! Also, the views expressed by Chuck and Blair are not reflective of my own. There is one thing in particular that one of them says that I would never ever ever ever in a million years say. So please don't be offended :)
"Chuck," Blair said again, louder, more confidently, "what are you doing here? Come to drag me back to an abortion clinic?"
He flinched at this, and she almost is sorry. But not really, not enough, because she has to put this baby first.
"Blair, please hear me out," Chuck pleaded, resting his hand over the place where their baby lay. When she didn't protest, he continued. "I want us to make this decision together. We were both too hasty yesterday. We should talk about it."
"Fine," said Blair, "but if the second I feel like this becomes a manipulation, not a discussion, the conversation is over. I'll start. I don't want to kill my baby. I don't want an abortion."
Chuck kept his face neutral, though internally he felt queasy. Why did Blair have to make it sound so horrific? He had to make her see sense. "Blair, science says it's not a baby right now. It's a bunch of cells that could one day become a baby. We need to stop thinking about what the cells might become if we're going to make a logical decision."
Blair blanched. "You would think that, wouldn't you? You don't get it Chuck. You're a man. You don't carry children inside of you for nine months, feeling them kick and how they move more when certain songs come on and how they make you feel! You can't possibly understand!"
"I'm trying, Blair, I am," Chuck tried to reassure her, soothingly rubbing her back. "But if you love your children so much, how can you do this? How can you be so selfish?"
Blair shoved his arms away and got out of the bed. "Oh, I'm the selfish one? How exactly? That would be you, wouldn't it? You with your god complex and mommy issues can't stand to see a problem that you can't fix by throwing money at it and can't bear to lose another woman in your life."
Chuck wanted to shake her. How could she throw those things back at him? He jumped out of bed and gripped the side table to restrain himself. "Since when is it a crime to want the love of my life alive? Someone has to think of you. And what about Henry and Theo? The kids you already have? Do you not love them as much because nature decreed that they should be born with penises? Are you just going to abandon them so you can give birth to a retarded baby that will live for a year at most?"
Blair saw red and lunged at Chuck. "How dare you accuse me of not loving the boys! You know very well that it would change nothing if it were one of them that needed to be saved instead of this baby! And don't you ever call my baby retarded again!" she shrieked, banging her tiny fists on his chest.
Chuck grabbed her wrists with bruising force. "Be as fucking politically correct as you like. But I'm going to call it like I see it. The baby is retarded," he informed her through clenched teeth.
Chuck watched the devastation wash over her, feeling a sick pleasure coarse through his veins. "You're lying," she insisted.
"I'm not."
"I don't believe you!"
"Fine. Call the doctor then. Let her tell you how pointless it would be to save this screwed up parasitic ball of cells."
"I will," said Blair, storming over to her phone. She had thirty seven missed calls and six voicemails, all from the house phone and Chuck's cell. Her husband could be so obnoxious.
"Hello? Dr. Barnes?...Yes, this is Blair Waldorf...I'm well, thank you. So terribly sorry for the scene I caused yesterday. Those pregnancy hormones are something else, aren't they?...I'm just calling because Chuck seems to be under the impression that the baby I'm carrying is, well, handicapped in some way and I just wanted to clear that up...Oh really?...No that's quite alright I can just google it...No thank you I'm in a bit of a rush...Yes you too now. Goodbye."
"Now do you believe me?" Chuck asked.
"Absolutely not. You're clearly paying her off. In fact, maybe you paid her to say I needed to abort this baby," Blair said, looking at her missed calls on her phone.
"Are you high? How could you accuse of me of that? Why the hell would I have paid the doctor to lie about that?"
"I don't know, maybe you just changed your mind about wanting another child. You were awfully quick to agree with her."
"Of course I immediately agreed! It's the only way to save your life."
"I'm going to get a second opinion."
"Go ahead."
"Chuck, did you leave me six voicemails and call me several times from both the house phone and your cell?"
Now Chuck knew she was off her rocker. "Why would I sit at home calling you, waiting for you to come back? I know you better than that. I called you a few times from my cell and left you one voicemail."
Blair pressed play on the most recent voicemail and held the phone to her ear. Chuck watched as the color slowly vanished from her face, leaving it as white as snow.
Looking dazed, she brought the phone down from her ear. "You left them?"
"Left who?" Chuck inquired, puzzled and a little concerned by her behavior.
"My boys," she said, still staring at the phone.
"Well I could hardly bring them with me. It would have taken at least five hours to get them ready to go," Chuck defended.
Blair remained silent.
Chuck grabbed her shoulders. "Blair, you're scaring me. What the hell is going on?"
Still, she just kept staring at the phone in her hand. "Blair," he tried again, rubbing his hands up mad down her arms, "please say something. Anything."
"You're despicable! Henry called me over thirty times, crying because Rachel fucking left the house when the boys were sleeping. Theo threw up and he didn't know what to do! He's five Chuck! Thank god he had the good sense to call Dorota or who knows what could have happened to them! What kind of a parent leaves their children alone like that! No wonder you want to give up on this baby - you already abandoned the ones we have! What's one more, especially if you can legally get rid of it? You would probably drop Henry and Theo off at a fire station if you could. I bet you let them ride in the limo without a car seat in the hopes that it will crash and they won't be a nuisance to you anymore."
A loud slap echoed through the room. For a few moments, there was deathly silence. Chuck stared at the red handprint on Blair's cheek. Blair stared at Chuck's hand.
"How dare you?" they growled unanimously.
"My words pale in comparison to domestic abuse. I guess old habits really do die hard," Blair said as she hurried to the bathroom, trying to hide the tears threatening to choke her voice and spill down her cheeks.
"Blair!" Chuck called, grabbing her wrist. She aggressively shoved his hand off her.
"Do. Not. Touch. Me." she spat hatefully, just before slamming the door in his face.
It was unfortunate that Cyrus and Eleanor, having heard too of the couple on their first visit, had installed soundproof walls in this particular room. For had they not, Chuck would have heard Blair's sobs, followed by the sound of retching.
A/N: What did you think of Chuck and Blair's first real interaction? Let me know in a review!
The word I was discussing at the top was "retarded." I have never and would never refer to someone who is mentally handicapped in this way. I don't think a rational Chuck would either, but when Blair and Chuck start fighting they tend to say and do things that they later regret.