Just a one-shot fluff about B+C choosing Baby names...
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Gossip girl. Would you stop rubbing it in already?

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"Veronica?" my loving husband offers.

"No! Veronica Bass? Truth and Purity Bass? Don't be delusional." I reply, bitingly. I love him, I do. But sometimes I just want to strangle him.
Its times like this I'm thankful for his beloved signature scarf (even though it mysteriously went 'missing' a few years ago...)
Serena's ridiculous excuse for a fiancé snorts at my remark.
Better yet, I'll strangle him with Chuck's scarf. Oh, now that's an idea.

Rolling his gorgeous brown eyes and plastering a fake bored expression to his well-defined face, he says "Belle? Oh, sweetie, wouldn't you love to have a bouncing baby Belle?"

That is one too many Disney references for me. Will I really have to watch that drivel day after day for years? God, I hope not. I might become a soccer mom.
I shudder at the thought.
"Chuck…" I spat warningly through gritted teeth.
He raises his hands in defeat.
I smile, as I've won… Oh how many is it now... 5 arguments in a row? Or is it 6?
He must be off his game.
Or maybe he's terrified that I would maul him in his sleep if he angered his hormonal wife… Now that's an idea…
But that would kind of forfeit his ability to f-- he must have noticed my reddened cheeks (its hot in here, plus certain memories from the shower, the hallway, the kitchen and the balcony that happened this very fine morning might have penetrated my thoughts) since he smirked so seductively …
Would our baby have that smirk too? God, I hope not.

A little boy with that smirk and mischievous gaze would that could tear the UES social scene to shreds…
God, I hope so.

I don't know which I'd prefer, a mini-Chuck with guile and a smile that could melt hearts or a little girl with my hair (and my penchant for headbands) and his everything else.

"What about George for a boy and Georgia for a girl?" chips in Eric.
We all turned to stare at the little Van der Woodson like he just grew a third head.
"Uhm, I think I should go... Jonathan and all...Bye!" and he scurried out of our apartment like a bat out of hell (to be precise, a bat that was doped up on meth and beaten with a bat first).
Ha, bat out of hell... How many people would refer to the Bass residence as hell?
Too many too count.

I'd feel sorry for Eric if he hadn't just suggested I'd name my baby that. Please, like I'd name my unborn child anything remotely resembling that filthy whore.
I think in an attempt to stop me from chasing after his (ex) step-brother with a kitchen knife, Chuck tried to get us back to our topic.

"What about 'Aidan' for a Boy and 'Bonnie' for a girl? Fiery Bass or Pretty Girl Bass, Blair?" my ridiculously handsome husband proposes, and I know he's undressing me with his eyes.
"Bonnie? Too Gone With the Wind for me… But Aidan… Has potential," I say, sucking on the end of my pencil, staring at my husband under my eyelashes, imagining what we could (would and will) be doing if our beloved visitors weren't here.

He's pushing me against the wall, whilst still mindful of my enlarged abdomen, his kisses are soft and slow at first, until I pull him to me crashing our mouths together, running my hands through his luxuriously thick hair, our tongues intertwined, moaning, growling, pulling, wanting more and before we realize it, our clothes are scattered over the floor and--

A cough distracts us from our brief foray into eye sex.

Regretfully, I tear my eyes away from his, although I can still feel his burning stare on me.

"What about Kalyca? It means 'Rosebud'... Oh, I like Callia; it's Greek for 'beautiful'! Isn't that sweet?" Serena exclaims, her voice rising one or two octaves.
Ignoring Serena, Chuck says, "Blair, you'd just love Megara," with that same intense glint adorning his beautiful brown eyes, only now it's mingled with mischief.
I swear, the next time we're alone I am going to castrate him.

Also, when did he start watching so many cartoons?
"Why don't you name the poor kid after your mother, if you're so hard-pressed for names?" Humphrey, forever the nuisance, said.
Honestly, fortune was on his side the day Serena deigned to speak to the lowly Brooklyn ass.
Before I had to endure the pain of replying to him, Chuck interrupted me, "What ..." he began, his gaze intense.
"What about Lila?"

Lila...
Lila Bass.
Lila Misty Eleanor Bass.

"I..." I begin, my voice becoming thick with emotion at Chucks hopeful look.
I know he knows what it means, and it's touching.
Oh, I love this man. Him and his abnormal attention to detail.

Night Covered with Mist and Light Bass.

I love it.
I looked at him, my eyes never leaving his and said "It's perfect... I love it."

"That's gorgeous, B! Oh can you imagine, in like a month and a half, your gonna have a little baby Lila running around!! " Serena squealed.
"Well, not running just yet, but you know what I mean," she said, correcting herself.
"Yeah... That's great name, Blair. Serena, we have to go. Cece's waiting for us at the restaurant," Humphrey said, pulling Serena out the door with him.
For once, Brooklyn did something right.

Once they were gone, I looked at him, my husband, and I don't think I've seen him so...
Adoring.

"Chuck...I... You're..." I couldn't find the right words to describe my- our -feelings.
So instead, I crossed the small space between us, took his face in my hands and told him what words couldn't say with kisses.

"I love you," He rasped out, as he planted kisses along my neck as we reenacted our eye sex fantasy.
"I love you more," I said, leaning to kiss his full, beautiful lips, rocking my hips against him all the while.
"Impossible, Waldorf," he declared, our eyes met and then the fireworks took over our bodies.

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Tangled in our bed linens a few hours later, with my leg draped over him and my head nestled in the crook of his neck, I whispered "Baby?"

"Yeah?" Chuck answered, his eyes still closed. I waited till his eyes opened to continue.
"When have you been watching cartoons?"
"Lately… I want to be a cool Dad, Blair," he replied nervously.
I smiled softly, imaging us as parents.
"And baby?"
"Yeah? "
"It's impossible, Bass" I said smilingly, kissing him tenderly before I leant my head down to his chest.
"Oh, Chuck?"
"Yes, Blair?" his ever-present smirk stretching into a full blown smile,
"I still love you more," I said, pressing another kiss to his lips.

I was drifting to sleep when I heard him reply softly under his breath,
"Impossible, Bass," before giving into sleep, himself.

I'll let him have the last word for now.
There's always tomorrow.

But, I don't think this is a fight we'll ever agree on…
And what's really strange?
I don't mind.