**Blair's POV

"He looks so much like you." I said cradling my newborn baby boy to my chest.

"He does, doesn't he?" Chuck said in his whispering voice.

"He looks like Bart too." I added smoothing our son's thin, dark hair. Chuck , of course, didn't reply to my comment. He didn't ever want to talk about his deceased parents, especially Bart. I didn't understand it but how could I? Both of my parents were still alive. With the exception of my father's partner, Roman. He had just died a few weeks ago and my Father is an emotional wreck because of it. But for Chuck, it had been 9 years since Bart's accident and even longer since his mother's death.

"Have you spoke to Serena lately? Does she know you went into labor?" Chuck asked quietly, wrapping his fingers in the baby's small hands.

"I had my mother call S last night. She's flying in sometime next week." I answered tiredly. I was worn-out and did not want Serena to see me like this. I didn't want her to remember me like this. The last time I had seen her was at my Baby shower in December and it was June. I needed some time to clean myself up. When she had her kids, I had waited 2 weeks before Chuck and I saw her. I gave her some time to recover and now I understood why Lilly had said 'Wait 2 weeks'. I was in pain and tired. I hadn't showered in 2 days. My hair and teeth hadn't been brushed. I hated hospitals. Chuck had even upgraded to the best room possible and I still hated them with a burning passion. A knock came from the awful looking wooden door. A large woman stuck her head through.

"Hello Mr. Bass, Mrs. Bass. I just wondered if you had the name picked out?" An overweight nurse asked filling out files on a clipboard. Chuck looked at me and I nodded, signaling our name was picked out.

"Yes actually we do. It's going to be Alexander Roman Bass. Here, let me spell it for you." Chuck said grabbing the clipboard and filling out the documents.

"Excellent, wow Roman that's a beautiful name! I mean, Alexander is nice too but Roman wow! I wish I had thought of that one when naming my son. Of course we had to name him Thomas because my controlling husband had to have that name." The nurse babbled quickly as I fake-smiled. The last thing I wanted to hear about was the Nurse's pathetic son, pathetic husband, and pathetic life.

"May I ask where Roman came from? Is it Greek?" She asked, scratching her head, thinking.

"No, his middle name is actually from my newly deceased step-father." I said looking into Alex's eyes. He had my father and mine's eyes. When I thought of my father and what he was going through now, I felt a wave of sadness. I never liked Roman for 1 reason. Because of him, my parents divorced. So when he died I guess I wasn't that upset. I may have shared a tear but nothing like my father's grieving. Suddenly, sorrow began to fall upon me. I fought off a tear.

"I'm so sorry for your loss you know I too lost a dear family member. His name was George he..." She was inturupted by Chuck, thank goodness.

"Look, can you please just tell us when we can go home?'

"Well, that's all I need. You should be good to go home in about an hour. Do you need a cab?" The nurse with a name-tag of Helen asked us. Both Chuck and I fought off a laugh. I swear I even saw Alex smile a little.

"No, I have a driver for that. Thanks anyways." Chuck said giggling a little. Helen seemed offended.

"You rich people, you have someone waiting on ya hand and foot. Most of the parents in here like you, don't even raise their child. They pay for them but don't have any contact with them. They've got nannies for that. Those kids are better off in an orphanage. I hate to see such a lovely baby like yours have to go through that." Helen said nastily.

"That's none of your business how my wife and I choose how to raise our children." Chuck said glaring at her. I always loved how Chuck referred to me as my wife. Just saying the name "Blair" made my name seem unimportant. But the words, my wife sounded like something more than it was.

"Your right and I'm sorry. Please don't tell my supervisor." Helen said nervously.

"If you can get us out of here in 15 minutes, I'll say nothing but great things about you. I may even suggest a raise for you. But you have to hurry! Go! Go!" Chuck said in a tone that reminded me of the women with the flags that start the race. Helen rushed out and threw the files on the desk. I could tell she really needed that raise. Not to mention liposuction.

"Are you really going to say nice things about that awful woman?" I said trying to stand up. Chuck had strapped Alex into a newborn's expensive, designer car seat.

"No. I just needed to get out of here and get rid of her." Chuck said smiling.

"Hm. Well that was a good plan I guess." I said fixing my hair in the mirror. But nothing could fix the gigantic knot in my long brown, perfect hair. m Well it was perfect now but still. When Helen returned, she had a wheelchair and led us to our limo. Chuck had buckled Alex in and then helped me inside. Then, he leaned in for a quick kiss, but I pulled away.

"Why are you kissing me like you're going somewhere?" I demanded when Chuck didn't climb into the limo next to me.

"Blair, I have to be in Paris in 7 hours for a meeting. I have a plane in 45 minutes." He said as if nothing was wrong.

"You have got to be kidding me? You are putting your business before your family?" I yelled, outraged.

"Sorry but this is a great deal. I have to be salient about it. If I don't get it, Bart would kill me from his grave." He shrugged his shoulders, walking into his limo.

"Chuck! I can't do this alone! I need your help!" I screamed to him across the lot.

"Oh, I made sure you weren't alone. Dorota is staying in the guest bedroom tonight. She has baby-duty, you can sleep. I love you and you know you love me!" He said climbing into his limo.

"I don't love you right now!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"See you tomorrow night." Chuck said slamming the door. I watched the limo slowly drive away.

"Miss Blair, are you ready to leave?" The Driver asked me.

"Yes I am so ready to leave." I said with a smirk, as the driver closed my door.

Gossip Girl: Maybe The Hospital isn't the only thing Miss Blair is ready to leave. Better watch out Mr. Bass.