-1It was a weird feeling, waking up and not wanting the person your arm's around to leave. Charles Bass had only felt this way when Blair Waldorf-Wood was around. Something about her made him want to commit to forever and he couldn't help himself. She took his breath away, not because she was so beautiful or anything corny like that, just because the way her eyes narrowed when she was mad, the smirk that came across her face when she was being an ass, and just the fact that someone only had to say her name, and he wanted her.

This was the third time they had been together since her return, one of hundreds for their whole life, and the first time it had been unprotected. Something about being an adult and being in love, it meant a lot to Chuck that Blair trusted him enough.

She was peacefully asleep, unaware that he was retracing her face for the millionth time since they first started dating. It was different but not drastically. It had taken forever to get here, but Chuck loved this feeling…it was like coming home, and if he could, he would lie here for the rest of his life.

A smile crawled upon his face, soon he might just be a father. Surprisingly, Blair gave in easier than he thought. A Waldorf-Bass child…HA! He couldn't help but want to laugh…that child would be a hell raiser, and they were going to have a lot on their hands. If it was a boy it would be devilishly handsome, and if it was a girl, Chuck would probably end up in jail for murder of philandering teenage boys…But for some reason he wanted to go through the whole progress, the fighting, the puking, the totally 'I hate you!' moments and he wanted to do it all with Blair.

Blair. She was the reason he had made some pretty stupid decisions in his life. He had had the chance to move on and get married, have a life with someone he would never love, but at the time, it appeared better than the half-life he had been living since they'd broke up. The first time, he was about to walk up the alter before he changed his mind, and the second time, he bought a plain boring ring he hated and never took it out of his pocket.

Rings…there was one in his dresser drawer, one with a diamond and two black diamonds, one that he was terrified to get out. Sure, she had seen it, but it wasn't the same as asking her to do something that he wanted to ask her seconds before she had ruined his life. It was strange, he wanted to hate her, he has wanted to since she walked up to his barstool…but he can't. Why can't he? The very reason he sleeps peacefully when he hears her breath entering and leaving her body, because he is in love with her. The love is the butterflies that never seem to die…the ones he tried to drown and the ones that almost cost him his life.

DAMN HER! DAMN HER! DAMN BLAIR WALDORF! Was running through his head.

It had been almost two weeks since she broke it off and all he could think about was her. He heard her voice in a crowd, he heard her laugh, he saw her in his apartment, he was sure that the girl in line in front of him was her…he was going crazy. The alcohol was the only sedative. He never saw her when he was drunk. The bottles came in and out of his room and it never seemed like it was enough. He was getting to where he always needed more…he was losing control but it seemed to be better than seeing Blair everywhere he went.

He's cabinet was out. That was why he was in some sleazy bar in Albany. No one could find him here. It would look horrible on his rep, Chuck Bass moping over some girl…that just wasn't his style. But the brown liquor he was downing, was his style. The tumbler was cold in his hand, he wanted to stay drunk forever and never see Blair Waldorf again. But the eight million wannabe Blair Waldorfs running around the UES, prevented him from not thinking about her. So many headbands, so much red lipstick, not to forget all the socks and flats.

Why did he have to be so obsessed with her? She was his heroin and he was under major withdrawal. This whole cold-turkey thing was shit.

When he finished drinking his fill, he was so close to falling asleep. He just wanted to get back into his Lambo he had gotten for his 21st birthday and drive back to the city. Go to his apartment and never wake up.

He was surprised to see his car still in the lot…He clambered in it. Somehow managing to pull out of the parking lot.

He didn't know where he was at as he drove, but he always believed that every road lead to the UES, probably because he normally had a limo.

He didn't see the trees in the dark. He couldn't tell the bumps from the broken back road. But he saw the lights. They were coming towards him like he had always imagined a beam from heaven would look like.

He wasn't going to heaven…he knew that, that is what he believed. He knew why the lights were there. He saw her clearly. Blair.

He didn't feel the impact of the Ford F-350 destroying his car. Blair was with him and that was more powerful than the pain that seized him before the blackness.

Two weeks later, he woke up. It took him a couple months to recover. He never told Serena who he saw before he almost died. Serena never told Blair what happened, or that Serena and Dan had sent Chuck to rehab to sober him up even more.

He never thought about it as almost dying the way Serena and Dan had…he always thought the whole thing was for him to wake up and realize that there was more to life than Blair Waldorf. But now…as she lay in his arms, finally his with no restrictions, maybe he was right the first time around, he couldn't really live without her in his life. He had been such a miserable person before.

"Chuck?" Her voice dragged him from his thoughts, though it sounded as though she was still asleep.

"Yeah-" He said it softly into her hair.

"I'm not sure that you really got started." Her voice was more awake, and even though he couldn't see it, he was sure that smirk was in place.

"What are you speaking of?" He asked, letting her have her fun.

"Its just that…last night you said we were going to get started on trying to have a baby, and I'm pretty sure that I haven't had one yet."

He chuckled lightly, "Are you asking for what I think you're asking for?"

"Do I have to say it?"

"No, but since this is totally one-sided you can do everything on your own." He held back laughter as he heard her gasp.

She groaned propping herself up, to straddle his lap.

"This isn't like ol' Chuck Bass." Her voice held amusement as she met her lips to his.

"Ol' Chuck Bass is getting tired of doing all the work, he's had to since he slept with this virgin in the back of his limo when he was seventeen. " Chuck laughed, pulling her head away with the hands she didn't even know he put in her hair.

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