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"Why didn't you stay in bed when you woke up?" Blair inquired when she found Chuck sitting at the breakfast table reading a business proposal that Eugenia had slipped into his briefcase the previous day when he wasn't looking as they were leaving the office.

"It is too tempting," he stated as he leaned back and allowed her to sit in his lap.

"But I could have used you to keep me warm," she replied as her arms went around his neck to kiss him in greeting.

"Good morning," he responded as he smiled at her warmly as she turned to look at the file he was reading.

"Anything I'd find of interest?" she inquired as she scanned the page.

"It isn't even anything that I find interesting," he admitted, "So I highly doubt it. There is no way my company is going to invest in this. I'm only reading it through as a courtesy to the board member who submitted it."

"Does it still feel weird being the boss and making all of the decisions?" she inquired as she caressed his neck gently.

"A little," he nodded as his hand began to rub her exposed thigh. Her robe barely covered enough to be appropriate, and the negligee she wore underneath was not help matters. He had to force himself to think about non-sexual things to keep his lust under control.

"I'm making this hard for you," she realized as she stood up and took a seat in the chair next to him.

"In more ways than one," he chuckled as he reached out to grab her hand and give it an affectionate kiss.

"We made it through one night," she proclaimed.

"Barely," he added, "And the cold shower I had to take this morning wasn't appreciated."

"I'm sorry," she stated with a pout, "Next time we'll let my father and Roman stay at a hotel."

"No, next time I'll make sure that our room is sound proofed before we have overnight guests," he corrected, "You won't be able to deny me if you know that no one else can hear."

"You make an excellent point," she laughed.

"Oh, I forgot to mention yesterday that I invited Eugenia and her family to dinner today. I hope that's okay," he stated.

"Absolutely," she nodded. "I should have thought of that myself. I'll make sure that the caterer sets four extra places just in case."

"Why isn't this stressing you out?" he inquired, "I know you, Waldorf, and I keep waiting for you to flip out at the thought of that many people coming into our home for the first time."

"What is there to flip out about?" she inquired, "The interior designer did an amazing job of decorating this place. Even Lily will be in awe of the artwork. The cleaners came yesterday morning and cleaned this place from top to bottom. There isn't one speck of dirt anywhere to be seen. The caterer will be here at ten to begin setting up and preparing the meal. All I have to do is look gorgeous and entertain our family and friends."

"And gorgeous you will look," he smiled.

"Flattery will not get me to change my mind out the ground rules I sent forth before Daddy arrived," she smirked. She saw through his attempt before he even realized what he was doing. He frowned slightly in disappointment.

"Then I could use another cold shower, and you really need to change your clothes," he stated as he shifted in his chair uncomfortably, "That piece of fabric that you call pajamas is not helping."

"Good morning, Darling," her father greeted the pair as he entered the dining room.

"Morning, Daddy," Blair responded brightly as she closed her robe tighter over her body. Her father leaned over and kissed her cheek as Chuck scooted his chair closer to the table as Harold nodded in his direction.

"Good morning, Harold," Chuck nodded, "I hope you slept well."

"Very well," Harold nodded, "You two picked out the most comfortable bed for your guests."

Blair smirked. That was Chuck's contribution to the décor. He insisted that he knew better than most how to pick out a comfortable bed.

"Did you want anything for breakfast, Daddy?" Blair inquired, "We have a wonderful assortment of pastries."

"Coffee will be all this morning," Harold responded as he reached for the silver carafe to pour himself a cup. Neither Blair nor Chuck drank coffee in the morning, but Chuck must have had some made when he woke up. "After all, I'd like to save room for the wonderful meal I'm sure we'll be enjoying later."

"Is Roman awake yet?" Blair inquired as she reached out to take Chuck's hand in hers.

"No," Harold shook his head, "He likes to sleep late on holidays."

"I'm going to go get dressed for the day," Blair announced as she stood up, catching a glimpse of Chuck's lap and realized the awkward reason why Chuck had slid his chair forward when her father entered the room. "Chuck, can you come with and get a towel off the shelf for me. You know the maid likes to put the towels out of my reach."

Chuck looked at her with a slightly panicked look on his face. He didn't know what kind of game she was playing, but there was virtually no way for him to stand without embarrassing himself.

"Daddy, you should read this business proposal that Chuck has been looking at. He seems to think that it's not a good idea, and I'm sure he could use another opinion," Blair stated as she took the file from Chuck and passed it to her father holding it up at an angle so that he couldn't see Chuck as she pulled him to his feet and behind her before her father could see that anything was wrong.

"I'd be happy to look," Harold smiled as he accepted the file.

Chuck followed her closely out of the room and into their bedroom, closing the door and pushing her against it softly. "Thank you," he groaned as he grounded himself against her.

"I thought you were kidding about the cold shower," she chuckled as her arms went around his neck as she lifted herself off the ground to wrap her legs around his waist.

"I would never joke about something like that," he insisted as he turned them around and crossed the room to lay her softly on the bed as he ground himself against her once more. A slight moan escaped her lips.

"We can't do this," she whispered against his neck as she kissed his Adam's apple.

"Try and deny that you aren't as turned on right now as I am," he requested as he nibbled on her ear, "I can feel your desire. Your La Perlas are soaked."

"Chuck, my father is here, just a short walk away. What if he walks by?" she inquired.

"Blair, you know that he already knows that we make love," he chuckled softly as he dipped lower to kiss her neck.

"I know," she nodded, "We left evidence of that in his storage unit in France."

"I don't know how you left your panties in that office," he smirked, "Thankfully it was Roman that found them and not your father."

"And thankfully we were already on a plane to New York City before then," she smirked.

"Well it is Thanksgiving, and we do have a lot to be thankful for," he teased, earning a slap on the shoulder for his efforts. "Waldorf, please don't make me beg or worse take matters into my own hand. I've already had to do that once this morning."

"Awe, I'm sorry," she responded as she leaned up to kiss him.

"I don't want you to be sorry," he replied as he looked deeply into her eyes, "I want you."

"Follow me into the bathroom," she requested as she pushed him away slightly and sauntered towards the bathroom, looking over her shoulder to beckon him forward.

"Please tell me that you're going to surrender," he moaned as she pressed herself against him once more.

"Why do you think I brought you into the one room in this penthouse that already is sound proofed," she whispered as she shut the door as she began to rid him of his clothes as she walked them both towards the shower.

"I love how your mind works," he grinned devilishly as his hands went to the knot of her robe and slid it to the floor. "I should have thought of this sooner."

"Yes, you should have," she nodded as she reached out to turn the faucet on to adjust the temperature before he slip the lingerie from her body.

"I'm so glad you insisted that we completely remodel this shower to increase it's size," he groaned as they stumbled under the warm spray as she wrapped herself around him.

They both moaned as he slipped into her. There was no foreplay needed. They were both beyond ready.

"I love you, Chuck," she replied as her back hit the cold shower tile.

"I love you too," he responded as they collided together again and again, their pace turning frantic as their climax began to build. "Tell me you're almost there because I can't hold out much longer."

"I'm there," she assured him as her nails racked his back gently.

He nodded as he thrust into her one more time before they both reached their peak.

"That was amazing," Blair stated as he kept her pinned against the shower, his forehead resting against the tile over her shoulder as he tried to regain a hold of his senses.

He could only nod in agreement. She had left him speechless.

"Chuck," she whispered as she caressed his arm gently as she clung to him.

"Blair," he responded hoarsely as he began kissing her shoulder repeatedly as his lips trailed up her shoulder to her neck and then to her lips.

"Is that going to hold you for three days?" she teased.

"Not a chance," he shook his head as he felt himself hardening again inside her, "I have a feeling I'm going to be the cleanest man on the Upper East Side for the next three days."

"You are insatiable," she laughed.

"Would you really want me any other way?" he teased as he began to thrust inside her once more.

"Never," she assured him as her head was thrown back against the hard tile as the passion began to build once more, "I'd never want you any other way than you are."

"Blair, this place is incredible," Lily gasped as she walked from room to room to admire the décor as Chuck and Blair gave Lily the grand tour. Rufus was following closely behind, merely to oblige Lily. "Charles, you must be so pleased."

"Of course," Chuck nodded as he kissed Blair's forehead gently.

"I must know who your art buyer is," she requested, "I've been looking for a new one for quite some time."

"I'll be happy to give you a referral," Blair stated proudly as she flashed a beaming smile at Chuck as she walked on to the next room, curiously avoiding the master bedroom. Lily looked at Chuck curiously who was looking at Blair with the same expression. Blair completely ignored the looks. Their bedroom was not for the viewing public.

Once the entire dinner party had arrived, Blair instructed the caterers to put out the refreshments. When the elevator chimed once more, Blair looked on nervously, expecting her mother and Cyrus to walk out, but instead was relieved to see Eugenia and her family step out.

"Eugenia," Chuck stated happily as he and Blair went to greet her, hugging her warmly.

"Mister Bass, this is my husband Cedric, and our sons Eddie and Justin," Eugenia stated, smirking at the annoyed look on his face.

"Eugenia, if you don't call me Chuck in my own home, I'm going to have to fire you," he laughed as he shook her husband's hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Cedric."

"Likewise," Cedric responded.

"Can we really see the parade?" Eugenia's youngest son asked Chuck.

"Yes, you can," Chuck responded as he pointed towards the window with the best view. Both children ran over excitedly.

"Cedric, this is the love of my life, Blair," Chuck stated as he introduced her to their guest.

"It's a pleasure," Cedric responded as he kissed her cheek gently. Blair saw a small wave of jealousy on Chuck's face, and she smiled in response.

"Here is a little something to thank you both for inviting us to dinner," Eugenia stated as she handed Blair a beautifully wrapped gift.

"You didn't have to do that," Blair stated as she accepted it and added it to the small pile of gifts she had been collecting that day from their other guests.

"Cedric, would you like to watch the game before dinner is served?" Chuck inquired. He remembered Eugenia mention to him that her husband had been a good college football player until he was injured his senior season. "We've got quite the entertainment system and gathering in the den."

Cedric looked at his wife as if asking for permission before he nodded eagerly.

"Eugenia, let me show you the rest of the house," Blair stated as she linked her arm with Chuck's assistant and eagerly gave the next tour. Chuck smiled as he watched her walk away. She was clearly in her element as she played hostess.

"You have a beautiful girlfriend, Mister Bass," Cedric stated as Chuck showed him to the den were all the men were sitting as they watched the game.

"It's Chuck," he corrected him, "And thank you. Your wife is pretty terrific herself. She keeps me on my toes and in line when Blair isn't around to do it herself."

Chuck quickly introduced their guest to the group. He had a feeling that Cedric and Nate would get along well, and he wasn't disappointed.

Just as Blair finished her tour with Eugenia, the elevator chimed once more. Blair's stomach dropped. This time it would be her mother and Cyrus. There was no one else it could be. Everyone else that had been invited was there.

Chuck quickly left the den and found Blair as she walked slowly to the elevator doors where Cyrus, Eleanor and Dorota were stepping off.

"Blair, you look ravishing," Cyrus stated as he hugged his stepdaughter in greeting.

"Thank you, Cyrus," Blair stated as she hugged him warmly in return before she turned to her mother's housekeeper, "Dorota, I'm so glad you came. It wouldn't be a proper Thanksgiving without you here."

"Pleasure, Miss Blair," Dorota stated as she bowed slightly.

"Hello, Mother," Blair stated coldly.

"Hello, Blair, you look lovely today," her mother replied. If Blair hadn't known better, she could have sworn she saw tears forming in her mother's eyes.

"Thank you," Blair replied as she smoothed out her dress subconsciously. She had designed it herself and had one of her new collegiate friends help her sew it.

As Chuck looked around, the rest of their guests had gathered a safe distance away as if they were expecting a floorshow.

"Charles, this home of yours is lovely," Eleanor stated as she swallowed nervously. He could see that she was making an effort.

"Thank you," Chuck responded as he put a comforting arm around Blair's waist, "But Blair deserves all of the credit. She worked with the interior designer to turn this place into our home."

"Our home," her mother repeated as a single tear escaped.

Fortunately the caterer picked that moment to announce that dinner was to be served and that everyone was to take their seats.

"Blair, can I have a few moments with you?" Eleanor asked after dinner as everyone had scattered. The men were back in the den watching football. The woman were in the theater watching a movie that Serena had picked.

Blair nodded as she showed Eleanor to Chuck's office where they could be alone.

"This is a lovely home that you have here," Eleanor stated as she took the picture of Blair from Chuck's desk and admired it.

"Thank you," Blair responded nervously.

They both stood in silence for several moments. Blair wasn't going to be the one to start the conversation.

"This isn't easy for me," Eleanor stated as she set the picture down and looked at Blair, "But I was wrong about Charles. It is quite obvious that he does love you. I saw it that day you came to see us, and I see it again today every time he looks at you. I still stand by what I said that day, but I should have trusted your judgment. He is your choice, and it is very clear that he makes you happy."

"Chuck wasn't the only thing we argued about that day," Blair stated as tears began to fall.

"You're right about the bulimia," Eleanor nodded, "I did know it was happening. I saw the warning signs, but Blair it wasn't because I thought you were flawed that I didn't stop you. I didn't know how to stop you. I tried to deny it at first, pretend that it wasn't really happening. It was easy for a little while. I was going through the pain that your father's leaving me caused, but it became more and more obvious. I tried to reach out . . . tried to stop you, but I realized that I was out of my league. I didn't know what I was doing."

"If you had just said something . . . anything, I might have stopped sooner," Blair whispered.

"Have you stopped?" Eleanor asked, "Completely?"

"I'd be lying if I said that I don't think about it from time to time, but I haven't thrown up like that since Thanksgiving two years ago when Daddy didn't show up," Blair stated. "When I do think about it, I always have Chuck to fall back on. He makes me feel so beautiful and perfect and loved. I didn't know being in love could be like this." She paused as she choked up at the thought.

"Blair," her mother stated as she went to hug her daughter.

"Please don't," Blair requested as she stepped away.

Chuck and Harold stepped into the study at that moment. Blair turned and ran straight into Chuck's arms.

"What did you do?" Harold snapped as he stalked toward Eleanor.

"Nothing," Eleanor replied as she looked tearfully at the way that Chuck held her daughter, "I apologized. That's all."

"Is that true?" Chuck whispered as he kissed her forehead.

Blair nodded against his chest as she buried her face into him.

"Blair, you need to finish this," Chuck encouraged her as her arms wrapped tighter around his waist, "Accept her apology. You know you want to." He felt her shaking her head against him. "Please, do it for me," he whispered as he caressed her chin softly, "Do it for us."

She looked up into his eyes suddenly and then nodded her head before she turned towards her mother. "I accept your apology, Mother," she stated as she brushed tears out of her eyes.

Eleanor reached out to hug her daughter. Blair let her this time. They both dissolved into tears. Harold put his arms around the two woman as the family truly reunited for the first time. Harold motioned for Chuck to join them. He did awkwardly as he put his arms around Blair's waist. Harold's arm went around Chuck's midsection as Eleanor touched his shoulder.

"What did I miss?" Nate inquired as he came upon the group.

"Nathaniel, as always your timing is impeccable," Chuck stated as he stepped away from the trio.

"Do I even want to know?" Nate asked as Chuck slapped his back affectionately.

"Probably not," Chuck shook his head as he pushed Nate back to the den to rejoin the football game. "I'll be there in a few minutes." Nate nodded in understanding.

Eleanor and Harold had retreated to a different room to speak with each other, and Blair was waiting patiently for him to return to her. She had no doubt that he would.

"Thank you," she stated as she ran into his arms and hugged him tightly.

He wasn't exactly sure what she was thanking him for, but he didn't need an explanation. He just wanted to savor the moment that he had with her. He knew what this afternoon meant for the two. He had been accepted into her life, by her family. He knew that one day he would ask for her hand in marriage, and they would give it without hesitation . . . without question. One day she would be his forever and nothing would stand in their way. This was it for them. This time they were forever.

The End.

Author's Notes: I cannot wait for the new season to start. I hope it as exciting, or hopefully more than what my mind came up with.

After almost a month and a half of daily updates, I think I'll be taking a break from posting any more stories for while to focus on my original works . . . unless I get truly inspired (as a writer, my inspiration comes from many different directions, so I reserve the right to change my mind and post tomorrow).

Thank you to everyone for reading. And a very special thank you to those of you that took a few moments to review. The words of encouragement kept me pushing through the mild case of writer's block that I had faced around Chapter 15.

I hope you have enjoyed reading these stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them.