-1Title: Nine Months
Summary: After a damaging incident, Chuck and Blair swore to each other that they wouldn't risk it ever again. Years later, married and enjoying their lives, that promise is unwilling broken, will their love be strengthened or will it fall apart when it's really needed? Chuck/Blair TV-Based
Disclaimer: Not mine, not the TV show and not the books
Special thanks to Emily for the summary!!
Chapter One: Are You Pregnant?
She was tracing circles on his chest, lying on top of him. His eyes were closed, one hand was running up and down the small of her back while the other played with her fingers at his side.
"Do you want kids?"
His eyes snapped open to stare at her. He slowly sat up to lean on his elbows. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
Chuck stared at her and the embarrassed smile she wore. "Blair, are you pregnant?"
She gave a slow nod. "I took the test a few days ago. I'm going to the doctor's tomorrow. If you want to come with me." She started to move off him. "I'm just not sure yet."
"But… I mean, you might be?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I might be. We've haven't been exactly careful, you know."
"Yeah, we've been pretty liberal with the birth control."
"And we're not invincible."
"So… I'm pregnant." She moved her head from side to side in contemplation. "Well, maybe. So... do you want kids?"
"I really don't have a choice now, do I?" Chuck smirked as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down under him as she giggled. He smiled. He smiled because he was the only person alive to hear Blair Waldorf giggle. Because Blair Waldorf might be carrying his child. Because for the first time in his life he wasn't thinking about whose life to ruin for the hell of it.
Three months later she lay on her bed, his arm tight around her as she stared at the wall. His forehead was resting on her shoulder blades. Biting her lip she turned around, causing his eyes to open slowly.
"Do you want kids?" She asked quietly.
He winced at the question, but answered the way she expected him to answer. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
"No," she whispered, her fingers running lightly over his cheek bone. "Do you want kids?"
He shook his head lightly. "No."
"Chuck..." she whispered.
"Blair, no, not anymore."
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, her fingers lowering and curling against his argyle vest. "I'm sorry."
He tightened his hold and rubbed her back lightly. "It's not your fault. I just… I don't want kids, Blair."
"I get it."
He kissed the top of her head before closing his eyes. "I can give you everything else Blair. I'll give you the moon and the stars if that's what you want, but kids? Not anymore."
She nodded. "Okay."
He gave a sigh of relief and leaned down to lie his cheek against hers. "Okay."
"You guys live like pigs," she muttered picking her way through the debris before lying back in bed with her boyfriend.
"It's college, " he laughed pulling her on top of him. "I don't have a cleaning staff anymore, and most of this is Nathaniel's," Chuck said closing his eyes as she started her post-coital ritual of lying on his chest and her finger made circles on his chest.
"Do you want kids?"
He gave a sigh and looked at her. "Are you pregnant?"
"Why not?" She knew why, but after that day they'd gone through the usual mourning period and they'd stopped talking about it. Chuck didn't want to remember and she'd done her usual way of processing. She'd pretended it was all just a movie and the scene had just been cut out when it was finished editing.
He smirked as he looked up at her "Blair, baby, look at us."
She looked down and gave a smirk. "We're naked."
Chuck sighed and opened his eyes reluctantly. "We're spoiled, Blair."
"In other words we're going to hell, no question about it."
"You maybe," she laughed. "I balance out my evil deeds with a healthy dose of community service, enough to get St. Peter thinking twice before sending me to the pits of hell."
"Blair, our generation is full of ungrateful brats who live off the misfortune of others. Can you imagine what the generation we create would be like?"
She raised an eyebrow. "We?"
"I mean 'we' as in our generation."
"The people that come from us would be even more spoiled, more manipulative and would probably grow up being pyros since we're damning them to hell anyway."
"You don't honestly believe that?"
"I do. Therefore no, Blair, I do not want kids. I would not like to contribute to that generation, thank you."
Blair sighed and leaned her chin on his chest. "You sure?"
"Fine, I could live with that," she shrugged, "As long as you don't have any objections to being married. You don't, do you?"
Chuck shrugged. "You'd make an excellent first wife."
She looked up at him and found him smirk back at her. "Funny," she laughed as he flipped them over. He pressed kisses along her collarbone, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. "Is that your way of proposing?"
"You'll know when I propose, Blair."
"Is that your way of saying you love me?" She teased, not being able to help the enjoyment she got out of seeing the look of frustration on his face.
"This is some of my best work here, B."
"Right, right, continue," she said waving him towards her neck and leaning her head to the side. "And just to let you know, I want a big gesture."
"For when you propose."
"Blair, we're twenty. We have time."
"I'm just saying," she said, her fingers running through his hair. "If and when you propose, I want something big."
"Duly noted, now can we continue having sex?"
"Sure," she said flippantly, but moaned when he started sucking on the spot on her neck that always drove her wild.
Six years later, at twenty three, she lay on the bed of their honeymoon suite in Monaco. She stared at her husband as he stood by the balcony window, a mug of coffee in his hands, wearing only a pair of salmon colored boxers as she lay in bed with a thin white sheet covering her upper body.
He'd kept his semblance of a promise and had given her the big gesture proposal. Dating for almost seven years, putting up with each other as Chuck would put it. He'd taken her to Victrola where it had all started and goaded her into dancing again.
She hadn't been buzzed at the time and had glared at him, shedding the skirt and blouse as she'd walked up on stage. He also hadn't stood by watching as she moved to the music, he'd climbed up on stage and turned her to face him.
In front of all the patrons and wait staff, along with their friends, he'd gotten down on one knee and proposed. It hadn't been the gesture she'd expected, she'd been in her dress slip and black heels and nothing else but it was definitely Chuck and she'd loved it. There were no words of undying love, no talk of them being soul mates, just 'will you marry me'.
She'd said yes, in an easy going voice, and shown her gratitude in the back of his limo once again.
The wedding had been big. Bigger than either of them had expected. Chuck had wisely stayed out of the planning, but showed up when he was summoned for cake tastings and tux fittings. Then, of course, at the altar.
He'd 'helped' with picking china patterns and wedding colors by picking them randomly when she'd shown him samples.
Now staring at him, with their futures ahead of them she had to ask.
"So, what's your standing on kids now that we're married?"
If he was startled by her being awake and staring at him, he didn't show it. He turned slowly and raised an eyebrow. "Why, you pregnant?"
Amazing that that was still his response six years later. Amazing how his face shuttered with pain for a split second before going back to his self-assured self. "No, just wondering."
"I still don't want them," Chuck shrugged.
"And you're standing firm on this? You're not going to change your mind."
"Yes and no," he sighed. "Blair, we both agreed that this was best. After getting engaged we made sure we still had the same standing on kids. We don't want them. We agreed."
"And I am still in agreement. You think I want to ruin my figure by popping out your spawn? Like the world needs more Chuck Basses roaming the streets. I just wanted to make sure we were still on the same page."
He could tell that under all that sarcasm she was hurt. He knew she at least wanted one child. A boy to take over from him when they grew old and someone to take over the Bass empire. Or a girl she could pamper like her mother never did with her.
She wanted to fix all the wrongs of her childhood. It was the one thing he didn't want and wouldn't give her.
"We're still on the same page," he said looking straight at her. He watched as she got up from the bed, wrapping the sheet tightly around her body and kissing him chastely.
"I'll go shower, get ready and I'll be your lady luck while you gamble, all right?"
He gave a short nod and looked back out the balcony as he heard the bathroom door close and the water start running.
At seventeen, they'd gotten pregnant. They'd been nervous, scared, excited. Everything that seventeen-year-olds faced at the prospect of being parents too young. Two weeks into the pregnancy she'd lost the baby.
The doctors swore it was normal for women, even at Blair's age, to lose children early into the pregnancy. They hadn't even broken the news to their parents when she'd lost the child. She'd been devastated and it was the one and only time he hadn't know how to make her feel better.
Serena had been there for her, comforting her as he got Nate's help to drink himself into oblivion. They hadn't talked about it, hadn't wanted to. Three months later as they lay on her bed, she asked him the usual questions about wanting kids.
He never wanted to go through that again. He didn't want to see the woman he cared for so deeply hurt like that. He never wanted to feel like that again. The sudden hope, then the sudden depression. He didn't think he could handle it again. He wasn't going through it again, and he'd be damned if he put Blair through it again.
The water shut off and she walked out, her dark brown hair dripping wet and hanging down her back as the white hotel towel wrapped around her body. She gave him a mischievous smile.
"You have two choices, Mr. Bass."
He couldn't help but smirk as he leaned against the wall looking at his wife. "Oh? What are my choices?"
"You can either stand there and keep drinking your coffee while I get dressed. Or..."
"I think I might enjoy this 'or'."
"Or," she laughed, "I can take another shower and this time you join me."
"I knew I'd like that or," he said setting his coffee cup down and following her into the bathroom as she dropped the towel in front of him and moved her hips provocatively. He caught her at the waist and threw her over his shoulder before closing the door to enjoy his first full day of married life.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Bass, you're going to be a mommy."
"Excuse me?" She asked in shock. Oh, Chuck was going to kill her.
The doctor stood there a second before replying. "The, uh… the results, they showed up positive. You're pregnant, Mrs. Bass."
"Yeah, no. Go do the test again. I'll pee in the cup. You take the blood. Take the tests again," she said waving him off.
"The tests. Whatever tests you've been running for the past few weeks. Run them again and again until they turn up negative, now go."
"Uh…" the doctor frowned. "Okay, I'll run them again."
"And again until they're negative okay."
"Mrs. Bass, if you're pregnant, there's no changing the result."
"Until they're negative," she repeated ignoring him.
"Not to intrude in the relations of Mr. Bass and yourself…"
"Then don't," she said. "Go run the tests again."
The doctor stared at her a minute before leaving the room to run the tests a second time. Blair sighed and laid back on the exam table.
"Chuck is going to kill me," she muttered covering her eyes with her arm. "Oh, I really am going to be just his first wife," she winced. An hour later the doctor walked in again and she sighed as she looked up from her magazine.
"Mrs. Bass, the results."
"If they're positive, you run them again," she ordered. "I don't care the cost or the time it takes. You run them again."
"Yes, Ma'am," he muttered before leaving the room with a sigh. Five hours, four exams and one sonogram later she walked out holding a small printout of the baby growing inside her.
"Shit," she said as she got int the limo.
"Where too Mrs. Bass?"
"Victrola," she said as the door shut and she continued staring at the printout of the small bean-like figure. She stuffed it in her purse and decided on her approach.
She'd respected Chuck's decision to not have kids. He'd been devastated after she'd lost the baby when they were seventeen. They'd both taken it hard, so when he'd made the decision to not have kids, if not with her, then with anyone, she'd respected that.
She hated seeing Chuck hurt and depressed, she knew he'd hated feeling helpless and vulnerable. She shook her head and leaned back in the plush seat of the limo. She'd approach the situation with rationale and calm she did not feel. Just like she approached everything else.
The limo stopped and moments later her door opened. She stepped out taking the driver's hand and walked into the club that had launched the success of her husband as well as her relationship with him.
"Mrs. Bass, welcome back to Victrola." one of the wait staff said. Man or woman, she really couldn't tell nor care.
"Thank you," she said. "Where's Charles?"
"Upstairs with that handsome devil that is his father."
"Thank you," she said walking past the waiter/waitress and upstairs to the VIP lounge as well as Chuck's office. She hesitated before knocking briskly.
"Come in," Bart Bass's voice rang loud and clear.
"Bart," Blair greeted putting a smile as she faced her father-in-law.
"Ah, Blair," he said kissing her cheek smiling himself. "You are looking radiant, today."
"Why thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." She turned towards her husband and went over to kiss him softly.
"You're two hours late," he stated as she pulled away.
"Got held up."
"Have you eaten?" Bart asked. "We waited but when you didn't show, Charles ordered lunch."
"I have," she lied. "Had so many errands to run, I completely forgot to call and let you both know. I'm very sorry."
"It's not a problem, my dear. Charles, I'll talk to you later about these plans," Bart said holding up the report.
"Of course, father."
"Blair, I'll see both of you at dinner in a few weeks."
"Of course, Bart," she said with a smile as he left the room closing the door tightly behind him.
"So why are you really late?" Chuck asked sitting behind his desk as Blair set her purse down on the couch as she paced the room.
"Doctor's ran late," she admitted looking out the window of his office
"Your appointment was at ten, it's now a quarter to three."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"I got the messages. I came straight here after the appointment." She looked away from the window and over at her husband who was looking at her.
"Blair, what's going on?"
"We've been together, what, eight years?"
"Something like that," he nodded.
"And you still don't want kids?" She asked.
He raised an eyebrow and asked the customary "Why, are you pregnant?"
She looked away and didn't answer. He frowned at her and stood up slowly. "Blair, this is the moment when you say some smartass remark about not wanting to bear my evil spawn. So I'll repeat my question. Are you pregnant?"
"I can't make my customary smartass remark, Chuck."
"Blair!" he warned.
"I made them run the test five times. It's what took me so long."
"You can't be pregnant," he said.
"Please!" She scoffed tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turned back to look at him. "We're never great at the birth control thing. It's like it doesn't exist with us. I'm surprised we haven't had more pregnancy scares than the one years ago and this one."
"So this is a scare?"
"No, this is real, Chuck." She sighed and moved to the couch and sank down on it, burying her face in her hands. "Tell me what to do, Chuck, and I'll do it. It's early enough to get rid of the baby if you want to."
"Get rid of it."
She looked up at him. "Are you sure?"
"Get rid of it, Blair," he said fiercely.
She stood up slowly and grabbed her purse. Swallowing hard she nodded. "Fine, there's a clinic in Hartford we can go to. Do you have a few free hours?"
"I'm not doing this alone," she said. "You don't want it, fine, I'll go and get rid of it," she winced inwardly. "But I refuse to do it alone. If you don't have free hours now, then clear some tomorrow. Because like it or not, you're going with me."
She grabbed her purse and left the office, leaving Chuck to stew. She was about to climb into the limo when the doors to the club opened and Chuck walked outside, his jaw clamped tight and ticking.
She got in the limo, placing her sunglasses over her eyes as he slipped in next to her. The door shut and the limo moved moments later. She looked over at him as he stared out the window, his hands clenched tightly on his thigh.
"Chuck-" she started. He unfurled his hand and held it up to silence her.
"Blair, right now is really not the time to talk."
"All right," she nodded. She took off her glasses and set them on the seat between them. Slipping off her heels she rubbed her heels before running her toes through the soft carpeting of the limo floor.
The baby had to have been conceived in the limo, she smiled and leaned against the seat looking out the window.
Victrola always got the best of them. They always remembered their first time together, her dancing on stage, him realizing he loved her. She rubbed her feet on the carpet again. Somehow every time they ended up having drinks at Victrola, she'd end up on her back in the limo.
She hated that he made her so weak, but, god, the sex was always amazing.
"Look," he said turning to her. She stopped her reminiscing and turned to him. "I hate this as much as you do. You know how I feel about abortions."
'Then don't make me get one," she muttered.
"Blair, I'm not going through that again. And I'm not putting you through it." He shook his head. "I told you I would give you everything you ever wanted and needed. But not kids, B, never kids."
"I know," she nodded looking over at him, his hands clenched tight. She made the move and covered them with her own. She forced the fingers open and interlaced their fingers. "And I've respected that. You have kept your promise. You've made me happier than I ever expected, Chuck. It's why I'm on my way to a clinic to get an abortion to keep respecting your wishes. But making me do this may hurt me more than losing another baby."
"Don't say that, Blair," he muttered closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
"But," she sighed, "If you're dead set on this, then we'll get this done and be more careful with birth control."
They both felt the limo stop and he winced when she moved towards the door. He stopped her as the door opened and pushed her back on the seat. "Answer one question."
"Did you do this on purpose?"
She stared at him with wide eyes, prepared to let loose anger for him to even think that of her. But then again she was Blair Waldorf-Bass, if she wanted something she got it, no matter the cost. So instead of yelling, she kissed him lightly and shook her head.
"When we got together, we silently agreed not to use our manipulative skills against each other. I wouldn't betray that, this wasn't done on purpose, it was an accident."
Chuck leaned back and signaled the driver to close the door.
"I'm not getting an abortion in New York, Chuck."
"You're not getting one at all," he muttered as the car started moving again.
"I'll let you keep it."
"I'm allowing you to keep the baby."
"Al-" she bit her tongue as he looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. "Very gracious of you."
"If that shit happens again though, if you lose the baby, Blair, you're on your own. I'm not going to deal with that shit again. Deal?"
"Deal," she nodded.
"I don't want to know about the baby. I don't want updates and I refuse to go to doctor's appointments. I'm not getting involved in this. If the baby's born..."
"When," she corrected leaning closer to him.
"If," he repeated, "Then maybe I'll take an interest. I'm not excited about this."
"We're only doing this once, so don't screw it up."
"I won't," she said biting her lip to keep form laughing. He was talking about the baby as if it were a family pet rather than a living being. She leaned her head on his shoulder and grabbed her purse and pulled it forward. Not being able to resist she pulled the sonogram out of her purse.
"Baby Bass," she murmured.
Chuck looked down at the sonogram and rolled his eyes before looking out the window. "The minute you name the thing, you get attached."
"I don't mind," she said looking up at him before sticking the picture back in her purse. "I really don't."
"I do," he muttered as she leaned her head back on his shoulder.
This is my first venture into the Gossip Girl fandom. I'm hoping you all enjoyed it. Reviews are welcome as is feedback! Chapter two hopefully will be up soon!