A/N: Hello to all my faithful "Being There" readers, and any new readers too! This story is a sequel, so if you haven't read "Being There," I guess technically you don't HAVE to, but I would highly recommend it.
Hope you enjoy!
Emily Vanderbilt descended the stairs, chatting away on her cell phone with her best friend and cousin, Anne Archibald. She trailed off, however when she saw Blair Bass at the landing gesturing for her to be quiet.
"Anne, I'm going to have to call you back," She whispered before she ended the call and looked questioningly at Blair, "What is it?" She asked.
Blair smiled and pointed towards the sitting room, "Come see."
Emily followed her into the other room and immediately gasped at the sight before her. Her boyfriend, Ed Bass, was lying on the couch fast asleep with their infant son, Tristan, resting comfortably on his chest. The books that he had been studying when she left them a little over an hour ago were lying open on the coffee table in front of him, obviously forgotten.
Blair smiled when she looked over and saw Emily's reaction. "It's precious, isn't it?" She asked. Emily nodded and Blair drifted off for a moment, remembering a similar moment from years ago.
Blair walked through the penthouse, searching for her husband. She had just returned from a shopping trip with Serena, who had only recently found out she was expecting her first child, and she didn't want to call out Chuck's name since it was the baby's nap time and she didn't want to wake him.
She reached Chuck's office and knocked on his door before she opened it slowly, "Chuck?" She whispered as she peaked into the room. And when she did, she immediately froze.
Chuck was sitting in his chair with baby CJ held snugly against his chest. The infant was obviously sleeping and Chuck was also fast asleep, with his head leaning back and his mouth slightly opened.
Blair was leaning against the door frame, watching her two men sleeping when she noticed the baby starting to stir. Not wanting to wake Chuck, Blair moved forward, but when she tried to take little CJ from his arms, Chuck's grip on the infant tightened and his eyes opened. He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where he was and what was happening, "What are you doing?" He asked as he loosened his grip to allow Blair to take the baby.
"I'm taking CJ to his bed. You are obviously exhausted. I guess we will just have to go out another night. Don't worry, I'll call Lily."
She was already halfway out the door when she finished speaking, but Chuck wouldn't let her get away that easily. He was suddenly wide awake and following her down the hall, "Blair, Blair wait."
Blair paused and turned around with her finger pressed to her lips, "Shh!" She scolded, "Do you want to wake up the baby?"
Chuck slowed down and waited in the hall while Blair put CJ to bed. But as soon as she closed the nursery door, he pounced, pulling her into their bedroom and facing her with narrowed eyes, "You will not be calling anyone, Blair Bass. We have had this night planned for weeks."
"Yes," Blair explained calmly, busying herself tidying the room so she wouldn't have to look at him, "And I know the doctor just gave us the okay to be together, but if you are too tired, it is fine. We can wait."
"No." Chuck said firmly, reaching out and grasping her arm so she was forced to stop and meet his gaze as a slow smirk spread across his face, "I'm not tired, I was merely storing up my energy for the various activities I have planned for us tonight."
Blair plastered a smile on her face and placed a hand on his cheek, "You don't have to lie to me, Chuck. I know how busy you have been since the baby was born; trying to be here with us while still running Bass Industries. And add to that the fact that CJ hasn't let either of us to get a full night sleep in weeks; I understand why you are tired." She shrugged her shoulders, "We can do this another night."
She started to walk towards her closet before Chuck spoke, "I know what you're doing, Blair."
She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest, "What are you talking about, Bass?"
He stalked towards her and pulled her tightly against his body as he looked down into her eyes, "I know you," He told her, "And I know how you act when you are nervous and why you are feeling that way about this evening."
"And why would that be?"
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, "Blair," He drawled, "Don't play this game."
She sighed and turned her eyes towards the ground, "I'm not perfect yet. I-, I don't want you to be disappointed."
"I won't," He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, "That isn't possible. And you are perfect. You're always perfect."
"Chuck-" She began to protest, but he cut her off.
"I have been waiting over six weeks for this night. Six weeks of having to hold myself back and be satisfied with dreams and fantasies of being buried deep inside of you," He cupped her face gently in his hands, "If I thought you really weren't ready, I wouldn't be pushing so hard. You know that. But I can tell that you need this just as much as I do. You've missed me just as much as I've missed you."
"You are quite sure of yourself, aren't you, Bass?" She asked with a coy smile.
He smirked back at her, "Always, Mrs. Bass."
"As much as I hate to do it, I should really wake him. He will need to get ready for tonight," Emily said, breaking Blair out of her revere.
Blair nodded in agreement and decided to leave the room so the two teenagers could have some privacy.
Emily walked over towards Ed and sat down on the edge of the couch next to him. She rubbed his arm gently and whispered to him, "Hey sleepy-head, it's time to wake up."
Ed's eyes fluttered open and Emily took the baby from him so he could sit up, "What time is it?" He asked while he rubbed at his eyes.
"Late," She told him. "You have about an hour to get ready; that is, if you're not too tired to go out."
Ed was suddenly wide awake, "No, of course not."
"Good," Emily said before she kissed his nose and rose to her feet, "Because I've been waiting for this night for a long time. I'm going to go upstairs and put Tristan to bed so I can finish getting ready and I suggest you do the same so we don't miss our reservation."
Emily and Ed's evening began with a fancy dinner at the Palace before they were planning on heading up to one of the hotel's suites to enjoy the rest of their evening.
The food had been great and both Ed and Emily had enjoyed it, but when the waiter came back to ask if they wanted dessert, Emily turned it down before Ed could even open his mouth.
"No thank you," She said, sending the man a dazzling smile, "Just put the meal on Mr. Bass's tab."
The waiter nodded and left and as soon as he was gone Ed gave her a questioning look, "I was going to order your favorite."
"That's alright," She told him, just as Ed felt her heel running along his calve, "We'll just have dessert up in the room."
"I like the way you think, Vanderbilt," He growled right before he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the restaurant.
As soon as they were up in their room, Ed and Emily were instantly fused together, attacking each other's lips and pressed tightly together along the length of their bodies.
But when Emily reached over to turn off the light, Ed grabbed her hand and stopped her, "Don't. Leave it on."
He could literally feel Emily tense in his arms and he was confused when she took a step back.
"Ed, I-, I don't know if I want to do this."
"What? Why?" He asked, "What's wrong? Did I do something?"
"No," She shook her head, "I just-, it's not going to be the same as it was before."
Ed's eyes narrowed, "What are you talking about?"
She did her best to avoid his gaze, "I mean, I'm still almost fifteen pounds heavier than I was before-"
"Before you had a baby?" Ed interrupted furiously, "Well of course you are! It has only been six weeks." He sighed before he moved towards her and placed his hands on her elbows so she would look up at him, "Emily, I love you. I don't care about a few extra pounds. To me you are just as beautiful as you have ever been." He leaned in closely so his mouth was right against her ear, "I want you, Vanderbilt. I want you so badly that every single night this week I have dreamed about fucking you in every way imaginable."
Emily snorted slightly before she turned away from him. Ed thought he had said something wrong, but just as he was about to apologize, Emily looked over her shoulder at him and asked, "Can you unzip me? This zipper is always difficult for me to reach."
Ed's smirk returned as he stepped forward and slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down, exposing more and more of her delicate skin to his eyes. He pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder and whispered into her skin, "You're perfect, absolutely perfect. And I love you."
She let her dress drop and turned back around so she could take his hand and lead him towards the bedroom, "I love you too," She said seductively, "So why don't you let me show you just how much."
His eyes ran over her form, and though Emily tried to shy away, Ed wouldn't let her, "Fuck," He said in awe, "I can't wait."
Later that night, Ed and Emily were lying in bed, arms and legs all tangled together when Ed turned them so that she was on top of him.
"Ed!" She shrieked, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't get shy on me now, princess. I told you all about my dirty fantasies from the last week and I plan on fulfilling every last one of them."
"Mmm," Emily moaned against his lips, "It's going to be a long night, isn't it?"
"You bet it is." He groaned.
He had just begun to kiss her when his phone started vibrating on the table next to them and before he could stop her, Emily sat up and reached for it. "Leave it," He tried to tell her, "It's not important."
"It's your dad," She said, showing him the phone, "It could be about Tristan."
Ed grumbled in annoyance but put the phone to his ear and answered the call, "Hello?" Emily watched as he frowned, "But Mom said we could have the whole night; that she would watch Tris-" He stopped to listen and then his whole face fell, "Oh shit," He whispered.
Emily shifted so that he could sit up and she was able to hear the other end of the conversation if she listened closely, "I called Dorota and she is on her way. Your mother and I both also tried to contact Theodore, but he didn't respond."
"Don't worry, Dad, I'll try calling him."
"Thank you, son. Anyway, we had to leave Fredrick in charge by himself, so if I were you I would come home sooner rather than later." She heard Chuck say.
"Yeah, okay, we'll leave as soon as we can," Ed said, his eyes meeting Emily's. She still wasn't sure what was happening, but without further prodding she got out of the bed and began to pull back on her dress while Ed continued speaking to his father.
"Do you think it's bad?...Okay, just-, just let me know when you find out anything, alright?...Thanks." He hung up the phone and Emily looked at him with wide, questioning eyes. He looked grim as he told her, "They're taking Fitz to the hospital. They think the cancer might be back."