I'm back with a mutiple chapters fiction this time. This is actually the first fanfiction I have imagined, but I didn't want to publish it because I wasn't sure I would have time to continue it. But today, it was either doing that or crying over the season finale.

So here it is. This is a five chapters fanfiction with a prologue and probably an epilogue.

For those of you who read So Damn Dan perhaps you'll be happy to know that Nana will be in at least three chapters of this story.

I hope you'll enjoy it and that by the end it would have contribued to heal a little our wounded Dair loving hearts.

Have a good reading.

PROLOGUE

They had been together for a whole year when Dan started having doubts. He couldn't help noticing that something was missing. Things were different as they were in the beginning and not a good different. Not bad either. Just strangely different.

Their fights were different. Although teasing each other about their origins was a part of their relationship, after the first year, they really started to get annoyed by it. Dan liked spending nights with Blair at the penthouse, but he never really wanted to hang out in the Upper East Side. Central Park was the only place he could really spend a whole afternoon with her. And Blair always left Brooklyn right after breakfast. Sometimes even before.

The way they spent time in public was different. At the beginning they would often try to steal a moment to be with each other, just the two of them. After a year, they could spend an entire Humphrey-Van der Woodsen brunch without talking to each other. And it didn't bother any of them.

The way they made love was different. At the beginning Dan always managed to find the perfect balance between the roughness, empowered by an intense desire to pleasure her and the tenderness, because nothing had never felt sweeter to him than making love to her. Blair always managed to surprise him by taking control at the most unexpected moment, and she often showed how good he felt to her. After a year, they had sex mostly after little fights, and Dan could only manage the roughness. At the beginning Blair could have had made love to him all night long, or at any time of the day. After a year, she often told him that they shouldn't be too long, because she had things to do in the morning.

Once, they talked about moving in together. They agreed that they were going to do it, soon. But Blair insisted that they find an apartment in the Upper East Side while Dan wanted nothing else but sharing his loft with her. He didn't feel ready to leave it. It was the place he had grew up in, it was the place he had written his first novel, it was the place when they had had the best movie night. It was the place she had told him her heart belonged to him. It was the place he had told her he loved her.

Blair always said she understood the emotional bond, but that it was no reason to keep living in memories.

"Don't you want to create new ones with me?" she asked him.

"I do"

Of course he did. But if what she was saying was true, why couldn't she leave the Upper East Side and come live with him?

He asked her once, but all she did was rolling her eyes.

"It's impossible to argue with you" she said.

So they stopped talking about it. They just gave up. And Dan started having doubts. He could see she did too.

Blair started to get difficult. She never liked the way he talked to her. Every little bicker, every tiny remark from him seemed to hurt her. She would burst into tears when he told her that she was being childish or when he faked admitting he was wrong just to avoid a fight. She didn't have the energy to fight with him, but she sometimes didn't have the energy to even be with him. So she would cry. She could never understand why.

And the worst part was she could see he was having doubts about their relationship. She knew it was mostly her fault. She had never told him she loved him, even though they had been together for so long. She often made great efforts to show him, but she could never say it.

So one night of spring, as they were snuggling on the couch they had installed on the roof, she looked at him and told him. He smiled slightly and put his lips on hers.

The fact that she was finally able to say it did not make things better. Neither did the fact that they discovered she was two months pregnant.

By the fourth month of the pregnancy, Blair had moved to Brooklyn, but it didn't drive them closer. On the contrary, Dan seemed to be miles away. He took great care of her, but it stopped there. At first, it hurt her. Then she started to realize that the less he was at the loft, the more at peace she felt. One day, he came back home with a friend.

Her name was Sonja. She was Finnish and she worked as a kindergarten teacher to support her career as a photograph. They had run into each other several times at exhibits and lectures. So Dan invited her to dinner. She was actually really nice, but it didn't matter to Blair. It was like she needed to hate her.

At the beginning of the sixth month, Dan and Blair broke up. They had been fighting much more and Dan was well aware that upsetting Blair was bad for the baby. So he took the step neither of them had dared to take for months and ended things. He would still be there for the baby, of course. And she could always count on him whenever she needed anything. But it didn't work for him anymore. He couldn't recognize the Blair Waldorf he had fallen in love with. She didn't even cry. Even though her hormones were working fulltime, she didn't even shed a tear over the longest relationship she had been in. It only convinced them both.

Blair moved back to the penthouse, and Serena moved back with her, to support her. Dan and Blair continued to meet for coffee, for doctor appointments, to decorate the nursery. But that was it. No more movie nights. No more art exhibits. No more concerts. Just the Dan and Blair they had been during their first year of college. Courteous to each other, with the difference that they were going to become parents together.

One night during the eighth month of her pregnancy, Blair panicked. She was scared about the baby. She couldn't help thinking about what had happened the last time she had been pregnant. Serena was out, so the only option was to call Dan. He came right away. He reassured her. He didn't flinch when he accepted her request to stay the night with her. He lied on the bed next to her and they fell asleep together, his arms around her.

The morning after, when he was sure that she was alright, he left. She wanted to run after him, to tell him to come back into her life the way he used to be. But she didn't. And later, she congratulated herself. It would've been a mistake.

Dan was on his first date with Sonja when Serena called him to tell him that Blair's water had broken. It was two weeks before the due date and Dan cursed himself for never considering that she might be early.

He ran to the hospital and found Serena with Blair in the waiting room. About four hours later, it was time to go to the delivery room. About an hour later, Dan was hearing the first cry of his daughter.

Ombeline was born on November 5th, just a week before her mother's birthday.

The day after, everyone came to meet her; Lily and Rufus, Nate and Lola, Jenny, and even Chuck. They brought gifts, flowers, chocolate, and balloons. Serena brought Dan a clean shirt. He hadn't left Blair's and Ombeline's sides.

He accompanied them to the penthouse when the doctor gave them clearance. He stayed for a while, helping Blair to settle their daughter in the nursery. He had been holding Ombeline for a few minutes when she started crying. Blair took her and settled with her on a big velvet chair next to the crib. She dropped one of the straps of a dress and pulled out her left breast, guiding it to her daughter's mouth. Dan had never seen Blair feed her before. He couldn't take his eyes away the entire time.

Ombeline was soon asleep and Blair felt tired too. Dan took this as his cue to leave. When he stepped outside the building and into the streets, he felt lonely and empty. And he realized that it was a feeling he would have to get used to.