Author’s Note: The story takes place during 1x13. Basically, B’s pregnant and she knows this because she’s taken pregnancy tests and went to go see a doctor. And just a head’s up, I made C a real softy in this story. Well, kind of a softy. Haha. Anyways, I just wanted to warn wewe guys about that, and I hope wewe like the story!
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-Elizabeth-
~Blair’s POV~
I knocked on the door of 1802 and waited for him to open it.
“Chuck, open up. It’s me,” I alisema losing my patience. “Please,” I added weakly.
Just as I was about to leave, he opened the door and stood face-to-face with me. “What do wewe want Blair?” he asked me coldly.
I looked up at him, tears rolling down my cheek.
The expression on his face changed to a concerned one. “Come in.”
I stepped into the suite, and took a kiti, kiti cha on the sofa. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What could wewe possibly have to say, after everything that’s happened?” His voice was cold, harsh, angry…but I sensed a little hurt in it.
zaidi tears rolled down my cheek. “I’m…I’m…-“
“You’re what, Blair?” Again, his voice was harsh. I knew he must’ve felt betrayed and hurt kwa me, and he had every right to be angry, but I needed him to not be that right now. I was hurting too…and I was…scared. Blair Waldorf never gets scared. At least, that’s what most people thought.
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant.”
His entire facial expression changed. He seemed shocked, surprised…and maybe even a little zaidi scared then I was. “Blair,” he alisema as he took a kiti, kiti cha beside me. “Are wewe sure? I mean, we were being safe.”
“Yes, Chuck. I’m sure. I took 5 pregnancy tests. All positive. I even went to the doctor’s office.”
“Blair.” Chuck took my hand and held it as he spoke. “I just wanna let wewe know, that I’m here for you…and the baby. No matter what happens. But I just need to know one thing.”
I nodded. “Anything.”
“Who’s the father?”
TBC…
Reviews are adored/loved!
Enjoy!
-Elizabeth-
~Blair’s POV~
I knocked on the door of 1802 and waited for him to open it.
“Chuck, open up. It’s me,” I alisema losing my patience. “Please,” I added weakly.
Just as I was about to leave, he opened the door and stood face-to-face with me. “What do wewe want Blair?” he asked me coldly.
I looked up at him, tears rolling down my cheek.
The expression on his face changed to a concerned one. “Come in.”
I stepped into the suite, and took a kiti, kiti cha on the sofa. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What could wewe possibly have to say, after everything that’s happened?” His voice was cold, harsh, angry…but I sensed a little hurt in it.
zaidi tears rolled down my cheek. “I’m…I’m…-“
“You’re what, Blair?” Again, his voice was harsh. I knew he must’ve felt betrayed and hurt kwa me, and he had every right to be angry, but I needed him to not be that right now. I was hurting too…and I was…scared. Blair Waldorf never gets scared. At least, that’s what most people thought.
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant.”
His entire facial expression changed. He seemed shocked, surprised…and maybe even a little zaidi scared then I was. “Blair,” he alisema as he took a kiti, kiti cha beside me. “Are wewe sure? I mean, we were being safe.”
“Yes, Chuck. I’m sure. I took 5 pregnancy tests. All positive. I even went to the doctor’s office.”
“Blair.” Chuck took my hand and held it as he spoke. “I just wanna let wewe know, that I’m here for you…and the baby. No matter what happens. But I just need to know one thing.”
I nodded. “Anything.”
“Who’s the father?”
TBC…
