"Darn it," Blair muttered under her breath and placed a hand on her stomach before she quickly finished changing baby Sebastian's diaper. She had hoped that she was just having Braxton Hicks contractions, but as they got stronger and closer together she couldn't deny that she was going into labor.

She picked the baby up and carried him down the stairs. "Come on, Sebby," She cooed, "Let's go find Dorota so Mommy can get to the hospital."

She had just reached the first floor of the penthouse when the twins came running past her, screaming like banshees with Dorota following close behind scolding them for causing a ruckus. She had them trapped in a corner and Blair approached with a hand on her hips, "Edward, Theodore," She scolded, "Behave yourselves. If you give Dorota any more trouble, your father is going to hear about it when he gets home."

The boys nodded their heads obediently and Blair pointed up the stairs, "Now go play in your rooms for a bit. Mommy has to talk to Dorota and I don't want to hear even one peep out of you, do you understand?"

The twins nodded again before they scurried up the stairs and away from their mother's wrath. Once they were gone, Blair handed the baby over to the maid and pulled out her phone, "Dorota, I just have to call Chuck really quick, but I hope you can stay late tonight. It seems I may have to make a trip to the hospital tonight."

"Is everything alright with the baby, Miss Blair?" Dorota asked with concern.

"Oh yes," Blair said with a casual flick of her wrist, "I'm just going into labor."

Dorota's eyes widened but Blair didn't even noticed as Chuck picked up his phone, "Hello, Lover, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Hi Chuck. I know you are in the middle of closing an important deal, but I just thought you would want to know that I am leaving for the hospital as soon as I get my bags packed."

The teasing was gone from his voice when he replied, "Why? How far apart are your contractions?"

"Almost three minutes, so I really should be leaving soon." Blair told him, "But if you want to finish your deal, go right ahead. I'm sure there is still time."

"I'll wrap it up as quickly as I can. Don't have this baby without me. I want to be there for the birth of my last child."

Blair laughed, "Okay, Bass, I'll do my best."

Chuck had arrived at the hospital just in time to witness the birth of the sixth and final Bass boy. Blair was holding him in her arms and Chuck was sitting on the side of the bed looking down at him as well, "He is beautiful, Blair. You did great."

"So did you," She said, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye, "I think this is the most composed you've ever been in the delivery room."

Chuck scowled with embarrassment, "Is it my fault that I still get nervous for you?"

"You do?" She asked incredulously.

"Of course I do!" He told her, "I've realized over the years that child birth is a lot safer than I originally thought, but I know there is still a risk. And any risk involving you is something that concerns me."

"Well I guess you don't have to worry anymore," She said with a smile, "We won't be taking any more risks. This is enough."

Chuck reached out and stroked his sons cheek, "Yes it is."

A few hours after they had arrived at the hospital, Ed and Emily's son was born. After he had been cleaned off and check by the doctor, Emily was holding him and looking down with a beaming smile on her face. Ed was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning over Emily's shoulder and staring at their son in awe when a nurse took the opportunity to snap a quick picture of the young, happy family.

"I knew it would be a boy" Ed bragged.

"Of course you did," Emily said sarcastically.

But Ed remained confident, "I told you, from your side we had a sixty-six percent chance for a boy and from my side it is about an eighty-six percent chance, so according to the odds, it was almost a guarantee."

Emily laughed and shook her head, "That's not how it works."

"But I was still right," Ed insisted softly.

"Yes, I guess you were," Emily whispered, unable to pull her eyes away from the tiny person in her arms. "He's perfect, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," Ed said just as softly, "You both are."

Emily eyes drifted up towards Ed for a moment before she rolled her eyes slightly and turned her attention back to the baby.

"You were amazing today," Ed continued, ignoring her reaction, "Thank you for doing this; for giving me a chance and for giving me him."

For a long time Emily didn't respond and Ed thought she was not going to respond to his declaration, just like she hadn't in the past. But just when he was ready to let it go he heard her speak, "I love you."

It was so soft that he almost wasn't sure he had even heard it. His eyes widened before he shook his head at his own foolishness. She was talking to the baby. She had to be. She had ignored him just like she always did.

But then she looked up at him with a small smirk on her face, "It's hard to respond to, isn't it?"

She didn't even have a chance to take a breath before his lips were on hers, pouring all of his feelings into the kiss before he broke away and gazed into her eyes while his thumb stroked her cheek, "You have no idea how long I have waited for you to say that." She giggled and he grinned, "Oh, and I love you too."

Ed walked out to the waiting room with a large grin on his face and spread his arms wide, "It's a boy!"

Blair was the first one to her feet as she rushed over and embraced him, "Oh, that's wonderful, dear!"

Chuck came up behind her and noticed Ed look around the room for a moment before he shook his father's hand. "Theodore isn't here," Chuck said, knowing exactly who Ed was looking for, "We called him multiple times, but he never answered."

"Oh," Ed said with just a hint of disappointment before he shrugged and allowed his smile to return, though it was slightly more subdued, "Well, do you want to come meet your grandson?"

"Yes, of course!" Blair said excitedly as Chuck sported a small grin and nodded his agreement.

They followed their son down the hall to Emily's room. When they walked in the door, Emily greeted them with a smile and Ed went over to her and took the baby into his arms.

"Mom, Dad," He said as he approached them, "I'd like you to meet your grandson, Tristan Charles Bass."

Blair immediately moved forward so Ed could place the child in her arms, cooing the whole time over how cute he was while Chuck had frozen in place, staring at his own son with a shocked expression on his face.

After a moment he composed himself and cleared his throat, "Edward," He said sincerely, "Thank you-"

"Come on, Dad, you had to expect this. You've been a great example for me…for all of us. I'm not going to be the only one who names a kid after you."

Chuck's expression of shock returned and Ed couldn't help but chuckle. He had never seen his father appear so disoriented. "I-, I never-" Chuck began before Blair tore her attention away from her grandson for long enough to address her husband.

"See? I've been telling you for years that you are nothing like your father. Will you finally believe me now?" She didn't even give him a chance to answer before she carried the baby over to Emily and handed him over, "He is beautiful, Emily."

"Thank you," She said softly before looking over at Ed, "He looks just like his father."

Blair smiled as she stroked baby Tristan's cheek, "He does, doesn't he? Those Bass genes were always strong."

Behind them Chuck and Ed shared a knowing smirk. Of course the Bass genes were strong; they had always said the Bass sperm was superior.

After the nurse came in to take Tristan to the nursery so Emily could get some rest, Ed escorted his parents back out to the waiting room. Lexie was disappointed she didn't get to see the baby, so Chuck and Blair took her and the rest of the family over to the nursery so they could see him through the window.

Once they had said their good-byes and left the waiting room, Ed noticed that there had been someone else there. Theo was leaning against the wall and judging from his appearance; it seemed that he had just arrived. He was still wearing his suit from the party the night before, although now it was much more wrinkled and loose. His hair was also in complete disarray and his eyes were bloodshot when he met his brother's gaze.

"Hey man, congratulations," He said, "I heard Emily finally popped the kid out."

"Where were you? We kept calling you."

"I know," Theo sighed as he ran his hand over his face, "And I'm sorry I was late. I just-, I was up all night with the party and all, and then a few of the girls had stayed over and this morning things just got carried away again. I didn't even hear the phone." He looked up at his brother, "I really am sorry."

Ed stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Did you hear what we named him?" When Theo stared at him blankly, Ed continued, "Tristan Charles."

Theo snorted, "Nice. I'm sure Dad was thrilled."

"That's not why we chose that name," Ed told him, "Well, it did factor into the 'Charles' part. But do you know why we chose Tristan?" Theo shook his head, so Ed explained; "Now he has the same initials as his godfather."

It took a moment for Theo to fully comprehend what his brother was saying, but when he did his eyes widened, "You want me to be the godfather of your child?"

Ed nodded, "I know you are already the uncle, but he is going to have a bunch of uncles. I-, we wanted you to be special."

"But I-, I'll fuck it up. I couldn't even get here for his birth. I-"

Ed reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, "It doesn't matter. You messed up here, but you'll do better. You're a Bass; you're loyal. You handle your responsibilities and you'll be there for him in the future, right?" Theo nodded tentatively and Ed shrugged, "So that's all that matters. Tristan won't need you to be perfect; he'll just need you to be there."

"I can do that."

"Good," Ed said, "Now why don't you go home, shower, and sober up a bit before you come back here and meet your nephew."

Theo nodded in agreement, "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Perfect. I can't wait for you to meet him."

Maureen Vanderbilt had just returned from yet another Charity luncheon and she was sorting through the mail that the maid had left in the foyer for her. She paused when she came across a letter addressed to her with a New York return address.

She frowned in confusion as she neatly opened the envelope and was shocked at what she found inside. She pulled out a picture with two lines of writing on the back. She looked at the image of her daughter in a hospital bed with an infant in her arms and Ed Bass looking over her shoulder. Even Maureen had to admit that the photo radiated happiness and love.

She flipped it over and read what her daughter had written on the back. It was just two simple sentences: 'No regrets. I wouldn't change a thing.'

A/N: I can't believe this is the end. It's been such a long journey and I want to give a big thank you to all of you that have been reading. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have!

But don't fret, this isn't the end. The sequel, 'Resilience' is already in the works. It will start off as the story of the Bass family dealing with an issue that they didn't think they would ever had to address again, but it will morph into an examination of Theo and Ricky and their complicated relationships with the Archibald girls (Something many have you expressed interest in).

So please review and let me know what you thought of 'Being There' and what you hope to see in 'Resilience'!