Disclaimer: 'Gossip Girl' belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz and the CW. No copyright infringement intended.
Timeline: Sept. 2008. Post S1, plus the events of the White Party already have taken place.
Author's Note: Hello, I am the crazy Bart fangirl! *waves* vdB owns my soul. Yay happy, dysfunctional UES family! This is a completely LB & BC piece. And MAJOR LC moments. Because they need each other. If you love Lexi (you should know what I mean, if not, it's okay), you will love this story!
Summary: A vdB little surprise worth quite a penny.
Dedication: To Juliette (DaeDreemer). Because you're my vdB soulmate. You know this story is all for you. Long Live vdB!

Chuck, Serena and Eric had been called down to the family room of the newly renovated van der Woodsen (-Bass) apartment five minutes ago. They were sitting on a couch together as their parents stood in front of them. It had been silent from the moment the kids sat down; and no one knew what to say.

The merger of the family officially happened four months ago, and it was still awkward – mostly between Serena and Chuck. A brunette might have been involved with that.

Serena and Eric kept glancing over to each other, both wondering if this was the moment the divorce was coming, and neither really wanting it to end.

With a heavy sigh, Chuck straightened up and looked at his dad. "Father, is there something you'd like to share?" he said in a bored tone.

Bart cleared his throat and avoided eye contact with his son and turned to his wife.

Chuck followed his gaze. "Lily?"

"Well…" she took a deep breath. "There's something we have to tell you three…" she trailed off, unsure how to continue.

"Are you getting a divorce? Eric jumped in, sounding defeated.

"What?" Bart turned to his stepson.

"Of course not, sweetheart!" Lily instantly replied.

"It's just…I don't know what else to think with a family meeting and silence," explained the 15-year-old.

"Is something wrong, Eric?" Bart inquired.

"Um…no. I like this family. I'm just confused, is all. Everything's great, I promise." He was caught off-guard by Bart's sincerity.

Bart smiled.

"I'm glad," Lily smiled, too. She then turned to observe her daughter and stepson. "So, we'll just tell you."

The 17-year-olds looked bored while Eric leaned in closer.

"We're going to have a baby," Lily deadpanned.

The room went even more silent that it had been a moment ago. But that lasted two seconds as the words made it up to their brains to process what had just been stated.

"What?" Serena shrieked.

Eric looked between his parents and then at Lily's tummy. His jaw dropped.

Chuck's eyes snapped to Bart's face, willing – pleading – the older man to look at him.

Bart did and the Bass men locked gazes.

Staring into the brown eyes of his son, all he saw was that honey tone of his dead wife. And all the younger felt was remorse for the woman who dead because of him. Because she was carrying a Bass heir.

Like her.

"I'm pregnant," Lily repeated.

"This is a joke, right?" Serena complained.