It was a clear blue Manhattan day when I was sitting at the breakfast table with my four months pregnant wife when it hit me. We were actually going to have this baby. Blair had been pregnant before but with her history of Bulimia and my reckless drinking we had been unable to produce a baby and keep it. We had failed. Four times to be exact but Blair being the determined lady she is wanted to keep trying though each time we failed it hurt more than double the last. Though it was going to be different this time. I could feel it in my bones. I had even had a dream about our child last night. I glanced across the table. Her brown locks were pulled back into a neat ponytail, the purple dress I had recently bought her while away on business complimented her baby bump perfectly and her deep chocolate eyes glistened as she cut her pancakes. When she noticed I was starring at her, she smiled and my heart skipped a beat. I decided to break the overwhelming silence that was building up and allowing me to think too much. "You look lovely today, sweet heart" "So do you, Chuck" she said pleased as she arose from her seat, carrying her plate into the kitchen and putting it into the sink. I slid out of my chair and crept up behind her. Twirling her around and into my arms, I pressed my hand against her stomach as our lips met for a quick second. Taking in her beautiful scent and dreading what I was going to have to do in a mere 3 seconds. I felt the baby kick and it sent a jolt of joy throughout my body. We'd never made it this far before, we'd lost our other children before it was even possible to feel their touch. Though this mad me very happy it also made me angry, knowing that there was the chance that this would never happen again. I reluctantly pulled away from Blair. "I've got to go to work" I told her as I kissed the top of her perfect little head. "Have you got any plans for today?" I asked as I put my coat on."Yes I do" She responded while twirling her hair. I could sense she wanted me to stay home and be with her but I couldn't I had a business to run. "I'm going shopping with Serena and then we will probably grab some lunch" she added. "Enjoy it" I said as I rushed into the elevator.

My best friend, Serena Van Der Woodsen and I were walking down 6th avenue, shopping bags in hand. We were on our way to our favorite little bistro, La Siren. " I'm so hungry , I feel like I'm disintegrating to nothing" Serena giggled exuberantly , swinging her long tan arms into the air and making her messy blonde hair whip in the wind . I straightened my jacket. "Well, I'm not really that hungry but I do want something covered in chocolate" I announced as Serena continued to laugh and opened the door for me. Inside Le Siren smelt like a mixture of melted chocolate and seafood .Most would find it a rather repulsive scent but I find it quite comforting seeing as Serena and I had been coming here since we were 13 . We both finished our platters very quickly, one thing I didn't enjoy about being pregnant, the constant hunger. A tall blonde waiter walked over and sat our desserts in front of us. "I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, Serena" I said as I dug into my ice-cream. "My doctor says that we should be able to tell the gender". "Awesome! I'm so happy for you, B" Serena exclaimed reaching out and placing her hand on mine. She looked down at her ice-cream and said "Is Chuck going with you?" her eyes met mine for a split second, making her face red. I stiffened. "Um, probably not, you how he is with hospitals" I said sounding depressed. "But you know it's ok, cause he will be there when it counts, which is when I deliver the baby, hopefully"

Work had been painful. All I could think of was Blair, our child and our life together. I took a look at my watch, 10 pm. hopefully Blair hasn't gone to bed yet, I do enjoy helping her get ready for bed. The smell of her new strawberry shampoo weaved through the air in our penthouse. She had probably just gotten out of the tub. I ran up stairs, hoping that she hadn't already gone to sleep. I was just in time; she was sitting at the end of the bed combing her hair. I dropped my briefcase and flung my jacket on the floor. I glided over to her, pulling her up and into my arms. "I missed you" I told her while kissing her lightly on the cheek. "And I missed you" I bent down and kissed her stomach. She giggled and placed her hands on both sides of my face. Pulling me in for a long kiss, she tasted sweet but minty at the same time from her toothpaste. After a few moments of bliss, I pulled away. Leading her to her side of the bed where I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight. I had the dream again. The dream about our child, there she was in vivid colors. She looked about three years of age. She has little brown locks that came to her shoulders, big deep brown eyes and porcelain skin. She was breathtaking and would probably never know how much I loved her and what I would do to protect her, just like her mother. All of a sudden I felt sick to my stomach; I jolted out of my sleep and sat up straight. I peeped at the clock, 3:00 am. I looked down at Blair, she was peacefully sleeping away. I was just about lay back down and go to sleep when I realized my hands were wet. I jumped out of bed and pulled the blankets off Blair and the rest of the bed. "Uh Blair, wake up!" I screamed. This couldn't be happening. The bed was basically drenched in a thick red substance. Blair was bleeding.