Title: The Bass Family Picture Show

Author: Shelby

Summary: One-Shots of hidden moments Breakfast at the Basses did not reveal, to hold readers over for the hopefully short-termed hiatus. Chuck and Blair in married life with Charlie and Max, maybe even little Ephram as well.

A/N: I updated so quickly because I'm a little concerned hardly anyone is reading this story anymore. So if you are then please let me know because I don't want to waste time writing/posting it if you guys are only interested in the other stories.


"Chuck, I know you're new at this parenting thing, but I could use some help! I get that you're at work all day, but I've been taking care of them since I got up this morning and would like a break!" Blair screamed as she followed him into the room. She was so tired that she felt she was on the verge of tears.

Her husband rolled his eyes and sighed as he turned around. He shrugged, "What do you want me to do, Blair? I've been working all day too, only my job is at the office, where our money is made." It was the wrong time to remind her of that, the worst time in fact.

"Oh because taking care of human beings isn't important! Forgive me! You know what? I'm going to my mothers! Maybe she'll help me with Charlie and Max!" she threatened. Then she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

Chuck slammed his drink down on the table and chased after her. "You can't just take my kids out of my house! And Eleanor doesn't need to be around them right now! By the end of the day she's so doped up on medication she could drop them on their heads and not realize it!" he shouted.

"How dare you speak of my mother like that, Chuck Bass!" Blair whipped around and glared at him. She then shook her head in disgust.

"She has headaches! What do you suggest she do! You certainly take your own form of medication every night!" Her hands motioned towards his liquor cabinet.

If work hadn't been so stressful or Charlie hadn't been up all night, sick lately, he wouldn't have kept on, but because both had been happening, he did. "You act like I'm some damn alcoholic! Not once have I come home drunk or passed out on the couch since the twins have been born! Give me a fuc—"

She clamped her hand over his mouth. "Don't you ever curse like that when my children are upstairs, trying to sleep. They may hear us scream and yell, but I don't want Max to ever speak like that to his sister, to me, or to anyone. Then again, there are a lot of filthy habits of yours I refuse to allow you to pass on to our children." She scoffed, shook her head, and walked away.

Chuck glared at her in pure silence. His blood was literally boiling. If the twins were with Dorota or anywhere, but there he would have exploded. Since they were though, he decided to leave and calm down.

"Fine! I'll go downstairs to the bar then and have a drink there! They won't persecute me!" he snapped. The door slammed shut behind him.


Unbeknownst to him, Blair had broken down upstairs. She was a mess. Tears streaked down her face and she cried harder than she had in a while. She felt so ugly, fat, and unappreciated. The doctor told her that she would be down some after having the twins, but it was far worse than she expected. It wasn't as serious as postpartum depression, but it was bad.

She brought her knees to her chest and buried her face in them. All she wanted was for Chuck to come home and not be so irritable. Yes, it was hypocritical of her, but she needed him to go a little further for once. Her cries got louder and she ran her hands through her hair.

"Ugh… I haven't even gotten to wash it today. I don't have any time to myself and he doesn't even care. And Charlie's still sick and… I'm so tired. He doesn't even try to seduce me anymore. He doesn't think I'm pretty and it's because I still have all this baby weight. No wonder he doesn't want to come home to a cow like me," Blair carried on. She couldn't help that with each word she made the problem even worse.

Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed her doing it so now it had just about become a habit. She'd put herself down and say such negative things over and over again, that she'd start to really believe them.

She wiped her eyes and opened them.

"Oh Max," Blair gasped. Her son was on his stomach. She had forgotten that he couldn't sleep and she'd put him in his playpen. He stared at her with wide, curious brown eyes.

Immediately, she stood up and walked over. She picked up the newborn and shook her head.

"Mommy is so sorry. Let's get sissy and go to mommy's room. We can watch a movie. Now that she has her anti-biotic, she isn't contagious," Blair told him.

He didn't respond of course, but only dropped a toy. She didn't notice. It was his baby recorder. Really it was more for baby's learning to talk, but he liked to push the buttons. She stepped over it absent-mindedly and went to her daughter's crib.

"Charlie, hello precious. Mommy really wishes you would get better, but she'll try and be patient. Let's go watch a movie now," she soothed. Her other arm reached down and picked up her daughter. It was quite a task to carry them both, but she was too exhausted to complain even mentally. She left the room with them and moved to her bedroom.


Chuck came in, hours into the night, and not even drunk in the slightest. Truth be told, he had just sat down at the bar and sulked. Their fights were getting worse and worse each day. He knew the stress of new parents would be normal, especially for twins, but his daughter being sick just made everything ten times worse. Neither of them had patience for each other at the end of the day.

He decided to check on the babies before he went to sleep. As he entered the room, he muttered to himself, "And if Blair wouldn't be such a bitch all the time. I mean doesn't she understand that I—"

His foot stepped on something. He looked down with a frown, but didn't get the chance to investigate before—"Ugh… I haven't even gotten to wash it today. I don't have any time to myself and he doesn't even care. And Charlie's still sick and… I'm so tired. He doesn't even try to seduce me anymore. He doesn't think I'm pretty and it's because I still have all this baby weight. No wonder he doesn't want to come home to a cow like me," Blair's voice sounded from the toy recorder.

Chuck's face fell and he looked down. He officially hated himself for what he almost said before. Not to mention, he hadn't even been watching to see if she was eating right.

"Damn it," he cursed.

It took a lot to make Blair breakdown like she did on the recorder.

"Don't worry, little ones. Daddy will make mommy feel better," Chuck told them. He then shut the door and walked towards his own room.

His wife was sprawled out on the bed, curls still wet from a very late shower. Her body shivered. The blankets had been kicked to the floor.

"Blair," he breathed as he climbed onto the bed. His hands reached out and he slowly brought her into his embrace.

Her eyes blinked open lazily and she frowned.

"What do you want?" Blair spat. Her voice, even though she had just woken up, was venomous. Partly because he had left like he did and also because she was finally getting some sleep and now he woke her up for no good reason.

Chuck knew he wore his pathetic, sad face, but he couldn't help it. "Baby, I'm so-so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said earlier, last night, or the night before that. I love you so much," he told her.

Her eyes narrowed. "Chuck, are you drunk?" she asked. Her eyebrows rose and a skeptical expression came upon her countenance.

He ignored her though and reached a hand up to caress her cheek. "You look so beautiful too, Mrs. Bass. If I didn't know how much you needed sleep, I'd try and otherwise occupy you," he smirked. His hot breath hit her neck as he kissed her earlobe.

Blair giggled at the feel of it. She felt her heart lift and warm some. He didn't smell like alcohol so did that mean he just wanted her again? It must have. Her husband pulled back to look down into her eyes. She sat up and brushed back some of his hair.

"I love you too," she swore. Then she pecked his lips, leaned her forehead against his, and sighed. "But do you think we can do this? Everyone says the twins are too much for us."

Chuck rubbed her back soothingly as a soft smile came to his lips. He shook his head. "Then they couldn't be more wrong. Nothing is too much for us, Mrs. Bass. We're brilliant."

She pulled back and laughed. "My, my Mr. Bass, how big has your head gotten?" she teased, eyebrows kinking playfully.

"Well," Chuck smirked, "It grew when you told me you loved me. Then when you agreed to marry me it swelled like a balloon. When you walked down the aisle it could barely fit in the church. And when we had our children and they were the most beautiful babies in the world—I had enough ego to fill the world."

Blair rolled her eyes and pushed his chest playfully. "Don't blame your outrageously high opinion of yourself on me, Chuck Bass—even if you did it in a totally sweet way," she whispered into his ear.

Chuck closed his eyes as he felt her kiss his chin and then trickle her fingers along his jawbone. "Mhm…I want to take you away, Blair. I want you all to myself somewhere no one can bother us, especially work," he mused.

"Oh yes, having me all to yourself with two, still almost newborn twins—not likely," Blair laughed though she did sound a little disappointed. Being away from everyone with just her husband sounded like heaven.

"Well I didn't mean we'd leave them behind. I just want everyone else to go away. And since I can't do that let's just pack up the twins tonight and fly somewhere on the Bass jet," Chuck opted, pulling back to look in her eyes. He smirked, but was also entirely serious.

"Chuck Bass, have you gone crazy? We can't just pack up and not tell everyone, leaving in the middle of the night? They'll think we've been kidnapped," Blair refuted, shaking her head in disbelief. "Besides, where would we even go?"

Chuck stood up and shrugged. "Where couldn't we go, Blair? And if you're that concerned then—we'll text them on our way to the airport. Come on, the twins haven't seen Luxembourg. Charlie would enjoy the fairy-tale like castles," he nodded eagerly.

"Baby, Charlie isn't even a year old yet. She doesn't even know what a castle is yet," Blair laughed. She then stood up and walked over to him. "And don't you have a big meeting at Bass Industries coming up?"

"I don't care about that. I can reschedule it. And if not Luxembourg then let's go to Greece and spend sometime at the beach—I want to see you in a bikini," Chuck smirked. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her front against him. "I want to make you feel pretty again."

Blair scoffed, "Please, I'm in no shape to wear a bikini or even a bathing suit."

"You're right. Let's go somewhere private so you can be naked," Chuck rasped into her ear. He then kissed her neck. "I don't care where baby, but just tell me we can go. We need to relieve some stress so we stop fighting, so I can take time to show you how much I love you, so—"

"Okay! Okay!" Blair shouted. She pushed a hand to his chest and smiled. "But Luxembourg is where we're going. I won't give you public beaches, but spa time if you rent it out," she informed him.

Chuck sighed, "Fine, but you have to agree to something first."

Blair looked at him for a moment, wondering what he would make her concur to. He was Chuck Bass after all. So after much thought she spoke slowly. "Alright, but first tell me what it is…"

He laughed, "Of course." Then Chuck looked very serious, but with a small smile. He held her close, cupping her cheek.

"You have to promise me that you'll never doubt that I find you beautiful again. And I don't want to ever hear you refer to yourself the way you did ever again either," Chuck clarified.

Blair looked down for a moment. Then she lifted her gaze and smiled softly, nodding her head in almost a shy manner. "Okay. And by the way, I really love you Chuck Bass," she told him.

Chuck smirked, "I really love you too, Blair Bass."


A/N: How was it? And I you're still reading then please review so I know to even continue with this story. I feel like barely anyone cares for it anymore.