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"Snow falls on the city, white on white. Its the color of hope on an unforgiving night."
--2am Alexz Johnson
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Blair Waldorf lay in the hospital kitanda watching the snow fall and twirl outside her window, coating New York City in the color of hope on this unforgiving night.
When she was a child, Blair had been under the impression that snow had the ability to make everything that was wrong in her life right again. Now at 24 years old she knew she had been wrong. The only thing that snow was capable of was temporarily hiding the ugly things in life. But eventually the snow would melt away, leaving the not so pretty visible to the eyes once again. There was only so long the bad in life could hide.
The small pink bundle in her arms stirred and Blair bent her head down and smiled at her tiny, perfect little baby girl. She ran her finger along the baby's silky smooth cheek and mused about how much she looked like him.
Her glance then fell to her blond best friend who was asleep in a chair kwa the foot of her bed.
Serena had been great during the entire pregnancy, there with Blair from the moment the stick turned pink, all the way through the delivery, and even sleeping at the hospital since she knew without asking that Blair wouldn't want to be alone tonight - especially since he wasn't there.
Blair hadn't meant to get pregnant. It just happened. He was back in the city for a few days for business, so the two met up for drinks like old Marafiki tend to do, and one thing led to another and before she knew it, it was 2am and they were a sweaty, tangled, naked mess.
There was something about Chuck bass, besi that she was addicted to. She’d figured that out, and for that she knew that she had to stop seeing him all together before they both got in too deep. Because she would always upendo him, no matter what he did.
Eight weeks later the stick turned pink and she fell apart. Telling him wasn't an option, he had a wife and one mwaka old twins at home, and Blair refused to be a homewrecker, no matter how much Serena and Dan tried to reason with her that her baby deserved to know her father.
Around her fourth month, Blair put herself back together for her baby's sake, and was determined to get her life together. kwa the fifth mwezi she had actually started anticipating the arrival of her little girl.
And kwa the seventh mwezi when she placed the final accessory in her baby girl's nursery that she and Serena did themselves in her Upper East Side penthouse, she had never felt so proud of herself then in that moment. Until her daughter was placed into her arms about two hours ago.
Her labor had been long, 21 hours, but when that little pink bundle was placed into her arms, Blair Waldorf knew it was all worth it. Nothing else mattered in the world anymore but her little girl. Her little Sophia Rose Waldorf.
She glanced down at Sophia once again and noticed how much of her father was actually in her face. His eyes, and his nose. She was absolutely perfect. She knew she wasn't really sure what she was doing. Motherhood was a whole new world for her, but there was one thing that she did know, and that was that Chuck bass, besi would never, could never, know about Sophia.
Blair placed Sophia into her bassinet, and climbed back into bed. It was late, 2am, and she thought for a little while about how exactly nine months ago, she had been kicking him out, and now she had a child from that one night. She drifted off into sleep, as the snow began to fall down on New York City at 2am.
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A/N:Rate and maoni please!They are my love!