"Of course I'll marry you." Chuck said holding her head in both his hands. He smiled and shook his head "I can't believe I just said that."

"Didn't think we'd end up here, did you?" Blair said smiling back "Are you sure we're ready to do this? I know I was the one to ask you but...are you sure?"

"I'm sure. We deserve some happiness, don't you think?"

"Nate, before you go." Blair said running back to her desk and picking up a thick stack of papers "Last month, we had to write about how we met our first love and how it affected our lives." She fiddled with the corner of the booklet as she walked back to where he was standing. "I got an A+ because my professor decided that mine was the most honest. So I thought that you should have it because you deserved the truth."

She handed him the booklet and he nodded, looking down at the name of her story. My Heart on His Sleeve "Yeah, okay." He pulled open her door and walked out, beginning to read the story. It started out by stating the facts. 'Nate Archibald, six years old, was my first love.' Nate paused and looked back at her door. It was closed. She was gone and whatever she had written about him meant nothing anymore. Blair didn't belong to him. Her last words about 'that boy I used to love' would probably only have explained what he already understood. Blair was gone and she wasn't coming back.

"Hey, baby." Blair said into the phone. She was sitting on her bed in her dorm, painting her toes bright red "Mommy misses you so much."

"Blair?" Chuck said on the other end "He asked me today where Mommy was."

She put down the bottle of nail polish and sighed "What?"

"Yeah." He laughed "He came up to me and said 'Mommy still at Yale?'"

Blair giggled, imagining her Dylan asking Chuck all kinda of questions. She had missed out on so many things while she had been away for the last four months. It was those 'firsts' that she missed and would never get back. Those were the things that broke her heart "He's a very smart boy."

Chuck's voice went deeper, more serious "You know what he also said today?"

She smiled and leaned her head back against the wall next to her bed "What else did my brilliant boy say?"

There was a silence on the line before Chuck finally spoke "He said that Daddy must sure love Mommy to let her stay away for so long."

Blair swallowed and laughed a little into the phone "No he didn't, Chuck. He's sixteen months old."

"It's true though, isn't it? I must love you to death to let have let you go to Yale on your own."

Blair shook her head and leaned forward, placing a hand on her forehead "I love you, you know that? And I miss you every single day."

"I love you and I miss you too. Every single day." She could hear the smile in his voice. That was all he had wanted to hear from her.

Blair nodded "I'll talk to you later okay? Give my pumpkin a huge and kiss from me before he goes to bed tonight."

"Definitely."

She glanced at the picture of her family that sat on her nightstand. All three of them posing together. Chuck was glancing at Blair instead of the camera, with the biggest smile on his face. Blair was looking ahead, holding a eight month old Dylan in her arms. She hoped they could all be together someday. It was possible but it would need work. Their 'new life together' wasn't perfect, she knew that. But they loved each other to death. That love was what had helped them survive the past two years and she knew that it would help them survive many more, together. "Bye,"