A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews guys (: Here's another chapter of this thing. Please leave some feedback if you could, let me know that you like it. PS. All italics are flashbacks.

WAITING FOR YOU.

It was a beautiful day, the way the sunlight hit the tips of the buildings, the sweet sound of silence and of her own breathing as she stood at the kitchen counter. It was almost December and the wind carried a chill that ran in circles on flesh, but Blair was content. She was sticking a bouquet of roses into a vase, arranging and re-arranging them once she'd had a good look at the positioning of the petals.

"I love you," She'd breathed, it was a hairsbreadth away from falling apart.

He had scooped her into his arms, pushed the hair from her face and pulled her chin upwards before dropping his hand, loosing her gaze.

He'd kissed a trail down her neck, rested his cheek on her shoulder. "I love you more."

Of all the actions, so few could hold what his touch provided her. It was poetry written on pale flesh, whispers of intimacy like bells in fog.

"Are you ready?" Chuck asked. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall.

She smiled, sighed inwardly at the effect his presence still had on her and felt every muscle in her body relax as she allowed him to kiss the nape of her neck, to guide her out of the kitchen, away from the roses he had brought home.

"Mmm," She whispered, nodding.

He took her hand in his, closed his fingers over her palm.

"If you and I had never met, do you think you'd have married someone else?" She had been staring up at the clouds, watching for shapes. Pictures hidden in the blue paper of the sky.

He had crinkled at the words a little, drawn his fingers through her long auburn hair. She curled further into his chest, spread her fingers apart on his stomach.

"No," He said it so simply, "I don't."

"Yeah?" She propped herself up on one elbow, felt the cool grass tickle her arm.

He nodded, mostly to himself. "Is that so hard to believe?"

Her mouth had twitched. "No, I suppose it isn't," She decided. Chuck Bass, the man she had never imagined he could be.

"I've never wanted anyone the way I want you," He explained.

"I know," She replied.

They needn't explain themselves to one another, translate what didn't need to be said into words that could barely hold what they felt for one another. It was water spilling out of a jar, overflowing.

"I know you would have," He said.

She blinked, trying to remember a time before Chuck was like asking her to speak another language. She could make out a few simple phrases but everything beyond that was broken, lost on her.

"Nate," She answered after a time. "God, I can barely remember what that was like."

"You seemed in love," He reminded her.

"I was in love with love," She raised an eyebrow, "There's a big difference."

She ran her hand across his mouth, parting his lips with her finger. "Besides, it was kind of intimidating to meet you the way that I did and know you how I knew you. After everything between us, I thought you were never going to speak to me again."

He smirked. "Because we fucked in the back of my limo?"

She smacked him lightly, serious. "Shut up and no. I lost all sense of self when we collided."

"You didn't loose all sense," He parried. "After all, you had sense enough to let me touch you."

"Look where it's led me," She joked. What she had thought was the biggest mistake of her romantic career had actually been a risk worth taking, she knew it inside of herself almost as well as she knew her multiplication tables or how to think. He was like exhaling.

They fell into a silence, one that lapped over itself and spread thin as the sun began to set.

"I guess you never would have settled down," She answered her own question, "If we hadn't met?"

He tossed his leg over hers, brushed at her cheek like it was glass. Said nothing.

"If I never would have met you," He treaded, "I wouldn't be who I am."

"Who is that exactly?" She asked.

"A man in love with a woman who was only ever after his own soul."

"Do I have it still?"

His eyes twinkled and then he kissed her, soft and slow. They broke apart, pressed their foreheads together, shared touches delicate as lace.

"In a jar under the bed," He whispered, "Last time I heard."

"Good day for a wedding," Cyrus chuckled.

"To think," Eleanor added, "On a day in November, when we're so very close to snow."

Chuck nodded, agreeing silently. His eyes darted from Blair's parents to the pews as friends and family began to trickle in.

Cyrus slapped him on the back. "Nervous ol' boy?"

He cleared his throat. "Not at all."

Eleanor smiled politely and went to join Lily.

"Don't be," Cyrus affirmed. "Think of it as a little nip and tuck, over before you know it."

No. He was not going to think of it like that.

"Thanks," He muttered, "But I need to get dressed and you know, everything."

"Right right, good on you." And with that, Chuck was running down the aisle, towards the wedding party.

"If we ever have kids," Blair put down her magazine, a look of determination on her face.

"What?" He had swallowed a lump in his throat. If they ever what?

"I said, if we ever have kids, don't let me dress them similarly or for that matter, give them rhyming names. Okay? It's kind of really important."

She leaned forward, resting her elbow on his shoulder.

"We're trying for kids?" His mind was flooded with images of screaming babies, sanguine faces and chubby arms.

She played with his hair. "Relax Chuck, I'm not pregnant."

He couldn't help but sigh with relief.

"Then what ..."

"Jesus, you're blowing a tiny little comment into something it isn't at all!"

She jumped to her feet, all anger and flawed gestures. "If you don't want to have babies with me, then let me know right now because I want kids. I want your kids but right now you look like your on the verge of this huge anxiety attack and that's not a good sign."

"I'm fine," He had answered. "And I do want to have kids with you," He reasoned, sliding his arms around her waist. "Just not tomorrow but someday."

"Don't do that," She eyed him.

He blinked. "What am I doing?"

"Trying to get me to forget it."

"I didn't know there was anything to remember," He whispered. He was comforted by the idea of a child that looked like her, brunette curls, hazel eyes the same warm smile.

It was then that he knew he was in the long haul, with this woman who looked like she wanted to rip him limb from limb for a silly little remark that had faded almost immediately from his vocabulary. He was in love enough to want that to be something more than it was, it was everything that existed in him.

She was stunning, sunlight and air and everything good that had ever happened to Chuck Bass and she was walking towards him, devotion in her eyes. Sparkling like gold. When she reached him and Harold released her, she stepped up and leaned towards him, her breath tickling his ear.

"Forever?" She said.

He nodded. "Ready love?"

"As I'll ever be," She replied.

With that, he took her hand in his and they approached the priest. Chuck and Blair.