Hello! Okay, thanks to some (not so) gentle internet prodding for some more Henry Bass... here's a little more. This takes place as our Basses bring their baby joy back home. I was going to make this a one-shot, but I think I'll leave it open to do Henry pieces here and there. Here we go...

Chuck opened the door to the penthouse and quickly disabled the alarm. He turned around quickly and hustled back to the limo parked outside, passing Arthur who was bringing the bags up the front steps. The car's door was still open, Blair's legs were now on the pavement, but her body was still in the limo.

"Blair?" He looked at her with slight worry.

She looked like she'd just been though a battle. She was pale, with bags of tiredness under her eyes. Her hair was down, but lacking it's usual perfection, tousled. She'd never looked more beautiful.

Offering her his hand, she smiled and took it. He helped her out, and when she was standing, he kissed the cheek she offered him.

"You start up. I'll get him." Chuck smiled at the mere mention of him. His smile fell a little as he watched her gingerly start up the steps. He could tell by Blair's gate and the time she took, she was still in pain.

By the time he'd figured out how to get the carseat out of the base, and stood on the curb again, Blair had made it into the townhouse. Chuck headed up the steps and met Arthur on the landing outside the front door.

"Congratulations again, sir." The driver smiled.

Chuck ducked his head, and grinned. Chuck Bass grinned. "Thank you, Arthur. That will be all for today, but-"

"I'll stay on call should you need something." Arthur nodded.

Chuck stood there for a moment before walking in the door. He looked down into the carseat, and felt a lump in his throat. In seconds he'd be carrying his son into his home for the first time. His perfect son, who he'd made with the love of his life.

"Chuck?" Blair called from the foyer. "Is everything alright?"

Chuck swallowed. "Fine."

Taking a deep breath, he crossed the threshold, to smile at his tired wife. Once the door was closed, they looked at each other.

"What now?"

"I want to show him his room." She smiled.

"Don't put him on the floor! He's not a Coach travel bag."

Chuck looked sheepish for a moment, and then moved to put him on top of the dresser.

"Don't put him up there! He could fall!"

Chuck looked at the carefully strapped in baby, and then raised a brow at Blair. The tiny newborn couldn't even raise his own head, let alone bring about a fall.

"So... where?"

They ended up placing him in the centre of their bed, still strapped into the carseat. Chuck and Blair sat on either side of their son, and gazed at him in awe... and a certain degree of confusion.

"So..."

"So..."

"Do we take him out?"

"Well, it would be hard to explain to Yale why he'd spent his life strapped into an infant seat."

Chuck rolled his eyes. More minutes passed.

"So..."

"So..."

Tick. Tock.

"Where's the infant nurse? Let's have her do it." Said the twenty four year old first time mom.

The twenty-three year old father turned a little pale. "We left the hospital early... She won't be here till 5."

Blair paused and swallowed hard. "But... It's only 11."

"Hence the reason I asked if we shouldn't stay at the hospital longer..."

"And risk his exposure to super bugs?!" Blair repeated her earlier argument for leaving early.

Suddenly there was a tiny squawk from the carrier. A stretch. Another squawk... and then the mewing of their newborn.

"Take him out!" Blair hit Chuck's arm.

"Me?!"

"I've carried him for the last 39 weeks! It's your turn!" She snapped at him.

"Fine!"

"Stop yelling!"

"Stop procrastinating!" Blair hissed at a lower decibel.

Chuck slowly reached out, struggling for a moment with the red centre button until it gave with a click.

"You did it!" Blair declared, as if he just opened a new hotel.

Chuck shot her a nervous smile and kept going. He unclasped the chest plate, but knew he wasn't home free. He still needed to slip the tiny arms out from the bands.

"Watch his arm!"

"I know!" Chuck whispered. He very carefully slipped one hand under the baby's bottom, and the other under his delicate neck, being sure to support his head as he slowly lifted him from the carseat.

"Okay... Okay..." And neither he nor Blair knew if he was saying it to the baby or himself.

As if he were made of the finest crystal, Chuck brought the newborn to his shoulder. He very softly began to pat his back, and as if on instinct he began to naturally rock back and forth.

Chuck's eyes found hers with awe. "He's so small..."

"Says the person who didn't have to push him out of her vagina."

Chuck grimaced. Blair smirked a little and raised a brow. "Just keep that in mind when shopping for my Push Present."

The baby, who'd been made temporally content by the warmth and contact with his father, began to fuss again.

Chuck craned his had back to look at the tiny, angry face on his shoulder. "I think he's hungry?"

"I fed him before we left the hospital. The doctor and all the books said he'll need to eat every two hours. It's barely been one." Blair reasoned but was unsure.

"Tell that to him."

While they had a full nursery in the next room, they'd had a bassinet, and plush rocking chair set up in their master suite. Blair got up from the bed, and Chuck followed her. He watched her gingerly settle into the chair, and he frowned at the grimace on her face as she shifted her weight.

"Are you okay?" He asked with concern. He'd never been at any birth but this one and his own, so he had no idea if she was really okay or not. He also knew that she was in the same boat, all this was new to her too, and he trusted that if she was really hurting she'd tell him. Okay, more like she'd cuss him out for hours for getting her in this predicament. THIS he was used to. He's spent the last 17 hours listening to that.

"Let's just say my lady business has felt better." She huffed a little as she adjusted the breastfeeding pillow the Lactation Specialist had shown her how to use weeks ago, and refreshed her at the hospital yesterday.

Chuck waited patiently, rocking and patting as he did so. As she worked on the button of her blouse, Blair's eyes shifted away from him.

"Now you look shy? Three weeks ago you showed up at my office in nothing but a raincoat." Chuck pointed out with a smirk.

"I'm a mother now." Blair said primly.

Chuck eyed. "A mother I'd most definitely like to-"

"Don't even THINK of finishing that sentence Bass!" Blair said pointedly with a sniff. "My vagina exploded yesterday. It'll be a long stretch before I'll be letting you anywhere near it."

"I am ever assured that I can win you over..."

"We'll see about that." Blair said and raised her hands for their son.

Blair settle him and brought the baby to her bare breast, both of his parents watched as he rooted for several unsuccessful moments. Blair softly called out encouragement.

"Come on, baby. You can do this..." She said anxiously, and it was as if he heard her, and finally found a latch.

Blair's eyes went wide, at the still new sensation, and the she flinched.

"Merde." She muttered under her breath.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't tickle."

"The nurse said your nipples will toughen up soon."

"Just what every woman loves to hear..." Blair said dryly.

The slurping sounds brought their eyes back to their son, and they both smiled.

Chuck moved to his knees to kneel by his family. He placed a hand on his son. Blair placed her hand on his.

"We did it... We made a family..."

Suddenly it really hit Blair. "Oh, my god. Chuck... we're parents now!"

TahDAH! Okay, I've actually spent a good deal of time with newborns in the past few years, even though I don't have any children. My best friend and her wife had their first a little over three years ago. An amazing little girl, named Stella. The first day I went over to help them... I'd never seen that look in their eyes before. It was the look of total love... but also an overwhelming fear. When I pick this up for other chapters, I'll try to capture that.