Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

And so another journey into the lives of Blair and Chuck Bass begins. This begins a short while after 'They're Growing Up' ends. (I know another shameless plug for my other stories, but seriously I cannot resist).

Enjoy!

"Congratulations, Mrs. Bass, you're pregnant," the doctor announced happily as he read over the test results.

"I'm sorry, what!" Blair exclaimed as she looked at her doctor in bewilderment. Surely there was something wrong with what she was hearing.

"You're pregnant," the doctor repeated his findings.

"How is this possible?" Blair replied as she snatched her file out of his hands to review the results for herself. Sure enough the results were clear as day.

"Mrs. Bass, you have two children already," the doctor chuckled, "Do I really need to explain the specifics of the birds and the bees to you?"

"How far along am I?" Blair inquired as she clutched her stomach in disbelief. She could not believe this was happening. She came in to see the doctor because she was feeling tired and run down. Chuck had become concerned because all she seemed to be interested in at the moment was napping. She expected to be diagnosed with an iron deficiency or something equally minor. Instead, her doctor was dropping the most startling of all diagnosis: she was pregnant with her third child.

"Why don't you lay back," her doctor suggested, "And we'll have a look."

As she lay on the exam table a million different thoughts entered her mind. Surely the test results had to be wrong. They must have gotten mixed up with someone who really was pregnant, or maybe she had some sort of horrible hormone imbalance that produced false positive pregnancy results. Anything would have made sense except her actually being pregnant.

She and Chuck had come to the mutual conclusion that they were done having children. Until Chuck had his vasectomy, she was so careful about taking her pills every morning at the same precise time. She continued taking them for a week or so after his procedure until her husband's persistent teasing began to annoy her.

How was Chuck going to react to this news? She'd practically forced a vasectomy down his throat, yet she managed to get pregnant anyhow. He was going to be furious with her for this.

"You're about five weeks along," the doctor interrupted her panicky thoughts.

"This is impossible," Blair announced, "Can we do the test again? My husband had a vasectomy two months ago. There is no possible way I can be pregnant."

"Mrs. Bass, I can run the test as many times as you'd like, but I'm one hundred percent certain that you're pregnant," her doctor told her gently, "As I've said, you're about five weeks along."

"But my husband had a vasectomy," Blair repeated, "Almost two months ago."

"When your husband went in for his follow up sperm test, what was his count?" the doctor inquired.

"His follow up what?" Blair asked in confusion.

"His follow up sperm test," the doctor repeated, "Blair, did your husband explain to you that a vasectomy isn't immediately effective?"

"No, he didn't," she responded in confusion. It was like the doctor was speaking a foreign language to her right now. She understood the words, but it was if he was speaking them in a backwards order.

"Did your husband know this wasn't immediately effective?" her doctor asked curiously.

"He didn't mention anything to me about it," she admitted as she searched her brain for any sort of conversation they may have had on the subject. The only conversation she remembered having was the afternoon he wanted to test his equipment was working properly. Had she been in any other mood, the memory of that afternoon would have left her giddy as he'd proved repeatedly that all systems were definitely a go.

"I take it this isn't a planned pregnancy like the other two," her doctor summarized.

"You think?" Blair snapped at him sarcastically.

"Well, it is still relatively early in your pregnancy," the doctor told her gently, "You do have options."

"I need to speak with my husband," Blair told the doctor as she clutched at her stomach as a sudden violent churning overtook her. Suddenly the contents of her stomach felt the need to revisit. Her doctor was apparently a mind reader along with being one of the top physicians in the country as he passed her a wastebasket at the last possible moment before she threw up.

"Mommy's home!" Charlotte squealed with delight as she greeted her mother at the elevator. Today was a teacher's day at her school, so Charlotte got to stay home with her daddy and younger brother. True to form, Brice had been using his puppy to torment his older sister and was curiously not waiting for his mother at the elevator like his older sister even though she called not even ten minutes ago to inform everyone was she on her way home.

"Hello, Sweetheart," Blair smiled as the miniature version of herself wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her.

"I missed you, Mommy," Charlotte replied.

"I missed you too," Blair assured her as she knelt down next to her daughter.

"Are you feeling better?" Charlotte asked as she threw her arms around her mother's neck and held on tight.

"I am now," Blair smiled as she hugged her daughter tight. It never failed to amaze her how much power a hug from either of her children had on her. Her current situation, as unsettling as it was, didn't appear as horrible as it had moments ago when she first stepped off the elevator. "Where is Daddy?"

"In his office," Charlotte replied as she pulled away while pointing in the general direction of Chuck's office.

"And Brice?" Blair inquired as she stood up to put her purse on the hall table.

"In his room," Charlotte responded, "Daddy is punishing him."

"What did he do this time?" Blair sighed dramatically. Ever since Brice and Chuck brought home that stupid puppy nearly a year ago, Brice was always seemed to be in trouble. It was if that dog had corrupted her innocent little boy.

"He pulled my hair," Charlotte responded innocently.

Blair knew immediately that there was more to the story. Her daughter was acting too sweet.

"Charlotte Evelyn Waldorf-Bass, you are supposed to be in your room," Chuck's booming voice could be heard from inside his office. He had obviously heard his daughter's high-pitched voice from inside his office. Sure enough, Blair suspicions were confirmed. Her daughter was also in trouble. "I didn't tell you your punishment was over."

"I'm talking to Mommy," Charlotte responded innocently. The volume with which she made her reply carried throughout the house. Sure enough Brice's little feet could be heard as he sprinted towards his mother to greet her.

Chuck was up and away from his desk in time to see both of his children hugging their mother eagerly. He gave them a moment before he made his presence known. "Okay, you two, back to your bedrooms, right now. You still have ten minutes of punishment left." Both children turned towards him with nearly irresistible matching pouts, the ones that Chuck always referred to as their 'Waldorf' pouts as it was nearly impossible to carry forward with the punishment they had earned. "Children who pull each other's hair and push each other around deserve timeouts. Now go to your rooms before I add an additional ten minutes."

They were both muttering under their breaths as they stomped away.

"Hello, Beautiful," Chuck greeted her with a soft kiss as his arms went around her waist immediately to hold her close as she melted into his embrace. "I missed you."

"I was only gone for a few hours," she sighed as her head fell against his shoulder as she clung to him.

"A few hours is always torture," he whispered softly into her ear before he began nibbling lightly on the delicate lobe, which drew a gasp of pleasure from his wife's lips. Despite how tired she had been lately, she had always managed to find the energy to make love to him. It was her daily interactions with her children that had been suffering. "How are you feeling?" his sensual voice inquired in her ear as his hands caressed her back, hovering near the zipper to her dress. He was clearly itching to remove it from her body

"Tired," she admitted as she continued to hold him close. She felt him nodded against her neck as he inhaled her scent deeply. How he made breathing seem erotic was still a mystery after nearly fourteen years together, but she loved how the mere smell of her perfume was able to turn him on. After six years of dating and seven, nearly eight years of marriage, they were still as desperate for each other physically as they were those first few weeks into their relationship where they basically ate, slept, and drank each other in night and day. They still went hours, not days, in between making love.

"What did your doctor say?" he inquired as his hands moved to more neutral territory at her waist. Blair couldn't ignore the nervousness in his voice as he asked the question. He had clearly spent the better part of the time while she was away preparing himself for the worst possible scenarios. It was in moments like these that his pessimist upbringing came through.

Not wanting to have their discussion with the chance of little ears overhearing them, she took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom where she sat him down on the end of their bed.

"Blair, Beautiful, please tell me what is wrong," he pleaded with her as he pulled her into his lap.

She tried to summon the necessary courage she needed to tell him what she had found out, but the words were stuck in her throat. She didn't know how to break this news to her husband. The first time, he'd figured it out on his own. The second time, it just came out during one of her emotional meltdowns in his arms. Both times, they'd been trying, so he'd been prepared for the news.

As the tears rolled down her cheeks, the panic in Chuck's eyes increased. "Are you sick?" he inquired as the tears welled in his own eyes. The silence left by her inability to speak was killing him. "Blair, please tell me what is wrong?"

"I'm pregnant," she managed to whisper softly. Silence was his only response. He simply stared at her as if waiting for the punch line to the joke that would never come.

"How is this possible?" he found his voice finally as the news sunk in further. "I had a vasectomy nearly two months ago. That was the whole point of the procedure – to prevent this from happening."

"I'm sorry," she responded tearfully as she averted her eyes to avoid what she was sure would be his look of utter disappointment. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I thought we were safe."

"I don't understand," he told her in a voice that was surprisingly calm despite the situation. "How could this have happened?"

"The doctor asked me if you had your follow up sperm count after your procedure. Do you remember what the results were?" Blair inquired as she brushed away a few of the tears that had fallen as she tried to clear her vision.

"I didn't have any follow up," he responded as a sudden sense of dread settled into the pit of his stomach.

"He said that the procedure isn't immediately effective," Blair added, "Did you know that?"

Chuck began shaking his head. He hadn't recalled much of what his doctor had told him after the procedure. He had only gone through the procedure because it was what he and his wife had agreed upon and because it was the safest of the options that they had. He couldn't bare to put her through the pain of getting her tubes tied, nor waiting through her recovery. He'd been back in the saddle in just a few short days. He'd been a little sore, but determined. He'd been most anxious to learn if he'd still be perfect working order. He most definitely was, obviously more so than he thought.

"This is all my fault," she responded as the tears continued to flow. "We've had this discussion. We don't want more children. Chuck, what are we going to do? The doctor says we have options, but I can't hurt a child of ours. I can't have an abo. . ." Blair stopped before she could finish her sentence. She was physically incapable of saying the word out loud. To even think it made her physically ill. If she had anything left in her stomach, it would have come up.

"I would never ask you to," he assured her as he placed a hand on her abdomen. "This is our child, an extension of our love for each other."

"Please don't be mad a me," she pleaded with him. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

He swiftly moved to place a finger to her lips to silence any further words that may be coming out of her mouth.

"This isn't your fault," he assured her as he entwined his fingers into hers. "It takes two people to make a child. We did this together, and we will get through this together. We will figure this out . . . This is my child, isn't it."

"Don't be ridiculous, of course it's yours," she rolled her eyes. She knew his mind would go there despite the ridiculousness of the question. "Where would I find the time or energy to have an affair?"

"Forgive me, but I had to ask," he told her as his eyes pleaded for her to not be angry with his question.

"I'm so sor . . ." she tried to apologize once more, but his finger silenced her again.

"Stop," he told her as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"I love you," she replied as a heartbreaking sob took over her body.

"I love you," he assured her as he held her tight as she rode through her pain. He knew that from here on out, he had to do whatever it took to make her okay with this unplanned pregnancy. The blame that she was placing on herself was not healthy for her or their unborn child. As of this moment, she and the baby took precedence over everything else.

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