If anyone had told Blair Waldorf a year ago today that she would be spending the next nine months living with Chuck Bass, she probably would have murdered that said person, and then Chuck in good time.

She lay on her side, still stuck in bed, knowing very well that it was getting late and she was being nothing short of lazy. The sunlight was streaming in through the sheer curtains and Blair could hear the subtle movements coming from downstairs.

Just down the hall was the newest arrangement to Harold Waldorf's French estate, and that was the company of Mr. Chuck Bass. Blair wondered at that very moment, what he was doing, if he was even still in bed, or was he apart of the noise and movement coming from below.

She rolled onto her back and looked up at the pale ceiling and enormous chandelier. As if her life wasn't dramatic enough at the moment, Chuck had to just go and enter in on her problems. Yesterday had been surreal; he had shown up without a call, without any notice, without a warning. Blair was pretty sure that their last confrontation marked the end of any friendship, or any feelings towards one another. But then he came and put his arms around her and told her that he was in this with her. He had known about the pregnancy somehow, and he wasn't angry. He wasn't scared. He wasn't acting strange (Except technically Chuck acting nice on any occasion defined the term, strange.) the way Blair did.

Just then Blair reached over to her nightstand and lifted her phone. She wasn't sure if text messages would go through to America, but hell she was going to try, no matter what kind of fee came with it. She scrolled down to Serena's name and began her text.

Hey S how r things? Things r great here, Chuck Bass showed up and is supporting me in the pregnancy! Who knew? Well I guess he did and my question is how the hell did he find out?!

After it was sent, Blair hastily placed the phone back down on her nightstand and contemplated on whether or not she was too harsh on her only best friend. Truth was Serena was the only one who knew, so technically she could be the only person to blame. When Blair first had the pregnancy scare, upon even taking the test Serena had gone to Chuck behind Blair's back and asked him for help. Given, as a best friend's duty, one must always look out for their friend but in cases like these, there was no exception when it involved Chuck.

Blair tried rolling out of bed, but found it slightly hard. Today was going to be nothing but awkward. Yesterday was strange enough, strange in a good way though. Blair had to silently admit that Chuck did deserve a trophy after the performance he gave. He actually seemed like a genuine human being, who cared.

But afterwards seemed to go by in some sort of blur. As Harold, Roman, and Blair settled at the table, one of the maid's started a place setting for Chuck who as well joined them for dinner. All while eating silently Blair was well aware that another maid was unpacking Chuck's items in one of the many guest rooms. Blair ate hastily, and with each gulp of food, felt a nervous shock to her stomach, upon gathering the information that Chuck wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

After dinner, more awkwardness followed. Harold and Roman thought it would be best to leave Blair and Chuck alone, to talk, or to spend some time alone perhaps. Blair admired their respect for privacy in some weird way, but at the same time, wanted nothing more than for the awkwardness to be over. Chuck didn't seem like he had much to say either, so for hours to come, until the two both decided they should head up to bed, sat beside each other in the living area, in complete silence watching AMC.

Afterwards as Blair shut off the television and walked up to her room, she felt anxious to explode, anxious to turn around to the boy who impregnated her, walking closely behind, anxious to tell him everything she was feeling. Everything from the baby, to how it could have possibly happened, to the last time they had fought. But she had felt so tired and weak, physically and emotionally. Upon walking into her bedroom she turned her head slowly only to see Chuck walking down to his room and mumbling a soft 'goodnight'.

Blair rose up from her bed and tried not to think of the uncomfortable situations she was placed in yesterday. As if a pregnancy wasn't uncomfortable enough. Blair put her feet on the cold wooden floor and half expected to see her gorgeous cat purring and rubbing up against her. When he didn't she pouted slightly, missing the small animals' presence. Just then as soon as her body was vertical with the floor, she felt that rush of morning sickness sweep over her, and soon enough it was like every other day's routine, hand over her mouth, and a quick speed to the bathroom.

While rushing to the bathroom she quickly thought of the way Chuck said he would be there for her, yet she felt as if he wasn't at this very moment, or last night when he so coldly mumbled goodnight without turning around to look at her.

So much for caring.

Chuck Bass had never felt more uncomfortable or alone in his young life. He had thought he was doing the right thing by coming all the way to France to be there for Blair. But what did that even all mean? Be there for her? What were his real intentions? Did he come here for some answers, did he come here for Blair and only Blair, for the baby, or was he only acting on impulse?

Then yesterday happened and Chuck even surprised himself by how calm and collected he acted. He was tender, he was gentle, he was understanding. He possessed traits he wasn't even aware that he had.

At that very moment he turned and looked at the clock beside his nightstand and saw that it was a little past twelve. Back in the Upper East Side he would never have slept that late, even though he had every right to do what he damn well pleased. Funny thing was that there was always somewhere to be, something to do back home, and yet here he was with an adult responsibility and he already sensed himself slacking.

As he forced himself out of bed and walked up to the door he contemplated his future actions, although faced much difficulty and confusion in his mind. He knew that he had to get it right with Blair this time, not just for his sake or her sake, but for the baby's sake. He knew it was a mission now, because it was obvious that Blair wasn't giving the baby up.

Just as his hand was on the doorknob and he exited the room he wondered how far along Blair was, because she didn't exactly look like someone that was pregnant, and at last night's dinner, she certainly didn't have an appetite like someone who was pregnant.

Just as his body was set in the hallway, he heard Blair's door open and saw a gush of dark chocolate hair sweep by him.

"Morning Waldorf--" he said but was cut off by his own shock.

Blair Waldorf did indeed go face to face with him for a few seconds, with one hand over her mouth, the other waving slightly, while she heaved and rushed into the bathroom, unable to murmur a simple hello.

Within seconds he heard the bathroom door close and the sound of her throwing up echoed through the halls from where he stood in place completely taken by surprise.

Chuck wasn't completely open or okay with the sounds of someone puking and he was certainly thrown off his boat by seeing Blair get her rush of morning sickness right in front of him. Chuck exhaled loudly feeling even more uncomfortable and confused then when he first arrived.

This was going to take a lot of getting used to.

Blair flushed the toilet bowl but remained on the floor, pressing her back up against the nearest wall. It was enough vomiting for one morning, but her stomach still wasn't settled so she felt it was best to stay in the bathroom for a while.

Blair covered her face with her hands in complete embarrassment even though she was completely alone. The first interaction between her and Chuck was her waving while trying not to puke in the hallway, while he stood there completely motionless in his Brooks Brothers pajamas. Talk about mortifying.

She had at least hoped that their first meeting would be at breakfast and that maybe today they could start to talk, and lay out a few things on the table. Talk about options, talk about how they were going to live together. Today was really the first day they would be meeting, because all emotions were pushed aside, for they had been revealed and dismissed the day before.

Blair found it hard to gain the strength back in her legs, and her head still pounded as that feeling of nausea swept over her again. It was worst than the very time she was drunk. Serena wasn't there. She wasn't there to hold her hair back and tell her that everything was going to be okay. And the nausea wouldn't fade over time and she wouldn't just sober up, drink a large coffee the next morning and say goodbye to the sickness. No, this type of torture would do away in a few months, and would keep returning to her like clockwork until then.

Just as she closed her eyes and tried to relax, she heard a gentle knock on the door. In some sad way she wished it was her Dad, even Roman, but had a funny feeling of who it really was.

"Blair." He murmured. His voice was low and soft, two traits Blair had never known that Chuck possessed.

She didn't answer but waited for him to just barge in and question her and to act stupid and lost, like every future teenage father was bound to.

"I'm not going to come in if you don't want me to." He said in that soothing tone. "We can talk this way if you want to. We can figure this out with a door in between us if that's what you really want."

Blair shut her eyes again, this time clenching them painfully shut, letting out a grunt and raking her hands through her messy brown hair. She pictured him on the other side, stumbling for his words, leaning against the door, one masculine hand on the knob, contemplating of whether who was in control.

Blair still didn't answer, and she knew that he hadn't moved an inch, and that he knew she was truly listening.

"I don't know what to do; I'm not sure what to do. This never happened to me before, despite what you may think."

Blair half smiled.

"But I'm here now and I guess that's a good place to start. Sooner or later you're going to have to see it. You're going to have to see that I'm trying and I won't stop trying."

Blair almost felt something in her heart stir, something set off. It was a strange sensation, and deep down Blair wanted to believe that Chuck was capable of making her feel this way. Of caring. Of not being selfish and shrewd. He said he was trying and Blair knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't stop trying. Chuck Bass didn't give up on what he wanted, whether it was the mindless girls he called conquests, or proving to his father that he could be worth something, or proving to Blair that he was really in this with her.

"I can't believe I'm admitting this but… we need each other. This baby needs us, not one of us, both of us. Without one of its parents, that baby is going to born cold and out of touch with reality. Having one of us as parents will make that baby a monster, but if he or she has both of us I think it can be okay. I think we can bring out the best in each other."

Blair looked down at her abdomen, at her unborn child and felt some sort of movement. She wasn't sure if it was possible, if it could even happen this early in the pregnancy but Blair was certain she felt something. The baby felt something. She put her delicate hands over her stomach and willed herself not to cry, not to let Chuck's word touch her that easily. She wasn't sure she was ready to let Chuck touch her baby.

"That's our baby you have in there Blair, not yours, not mine…ours. Sooner or later I won't respect your wishes, and I'll just break down the door if that's what it takes to be a father." He finished off before pushing open the door, and letting the sharp sound of the door's thud hitting the wall echo in her ears.

When he stepped into the bathroom he saw her on the ground, hands over her stomach, tears glistening in her eyes, and the most lost of expressions lay on her pretty face.

Chuck took a few steps closer to her, hands trembling slightly, evidence of his fright out in the open. Once he stood before her he held out his hand and looked at her for several moments.

Blair looked up at him with question in her eyes, with wonder in her mind, and hope in her heart. Was it another challenge for Chuck Bass or did he actually get it? Was he here for real, marking his words and asking her to trust him? Where did they go from here? And most importantly, did he understand what he said when he swore to be a father…for life, not just for the pregnancy?

Blair stared up at his hand, held out to her and closed her eyes in confusion, maybe for the last time. This time around the same round of questions lay before her, and it was time for her to understand and mark her place as a future parent. She had to try. She had to try too.

And so she took his hand.