Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

Chuck woke up early the next morning as the sun poured into their Hamptons bedroom. His wife was curled against his side still sound asleep. He was grinning like a fool, and why shouldn't he be? He had pulled off the ultimate surprise for Blair. She rewarded him handsomely all throughout the night and was probably thoroughly exhausted.

He quickly glanced at the clock to see that it was already eight. It was a good thing he had the foresight to push back her hair and makeup appointment, or he'd have to wake her up even though he would have hated himself of doing it. The sunlight began to hit her eyes and she squinted them closed in her sleep in an effort to enjoy whatever dream she may be having. He knew without a doubt that whatever dream she was having included him. They always did.

"Morning," she mumbled as she opened her eyes to see him staring back at her intently. She quickly turned to bury her head into his shoulder to block out the offending rays.

"Good morning, Wife," he smirked. He never used that endearment as he knew it irritated her, but today was one of those days that he knew he could get away with it. He had built up some serious brownie points with today's anticipated event and could get away with almost anything if he had wanted to.

"Chuck," she groaned as she slapped his chest. It stung a little more than he was sure she had intended, but he didn't mind.

"A little frisky this morning, aren't we," he teased as he rolled slightly so that he could capture her lips. She pulled away and slapped him again. He quickly grabbed her offending wrist in his hand and held it tight. "Keep doing that, and you'll leave marks."

"Good," she smirked. They both began laughing as he rolled her over him.

"Do you realize that seven years ago at this very moment you were chasing me out of your bedroom," he recalled.

"I can promise you that I won't be doing anything that foolish today," she assured him as she began dusting his neck with kisses.

"I should hope not," he responded as he quickly rolled them over so that he was now on top.

"What time is the wedding?" she inquired as she looked at the clock.

"Service starts at three," he responded.

"Then we have until one o'clock," she smirked.

"Ten actually," he corrected.

"It doesn't take five hours for me to get ready," she insisted, "It didn't even take me that long on my wedding day."

"I highly doubt that," he laughed, "But you are going to have a morning of pampering. Full body massage, facial, pedicure, manicure . . . anything and everything that your heart desired."

"What if all I want is you?" she inquired curiously.

"And you'll have me for the rest of the day, no interruptions. After a small reception, you and I are coming back here and locking ourselves in this very room until tomorrow evening when we have to catch our flight back to the city," he explained.

"What about our children?" she asked.

"Roman and your father are taking them back to the city tonight and spending the day with them tomorrow," he responded, "It will be like our first wedding night all over again."

"Are you sure you have the strength for that, Bass?" she teased with a sparkle in her eyes, "You're not as young as you used to be."

"If I have to resort to pharmaceuticals, I will," he smirked confidently, "But I'm fairly sure I can keep up. I have for seven years."

"Seven amazing years," she added as she captured his lips with hers as she rolled them over once more.

"Every single one of them," he agreed as he pulled back momentarily as he rolled them one more time. They ran out of bed and ended up on the floor with a loud thud. They both began laughing as they proceeded to make love.

"I still can't believe that he did this," Blair stated as she stood in front of the full length mirror after she had slipped into her wedding dress. Serena was fixing the few loose curls that had escaped as she and Lily helped her into the dress.

"I can't believe he actually pulled it off," Serena added, "Did you really have no clue?"

"The only clue that I got that something was up was when Brice began talking about the puppy that Chuck was getting him, and that came yesterday when we went to pick up Chuck at his office," Blair laughed, "I thought we were going to have a relaxing weekend with the children."

"You mean Charlee didn't let anything slip," Serena laughed, "No way am I going to believe that. She's too much like you."

"Given the proper motivation, both Charlotte and I can keep our mouths shut," she giggled as she saw the tiny garment bag with her daughter's dress waiting for her, "Speaking of Charlee, where is she?"

"Chuck and Nate took the children to the beach for the morning to keep them busy while we had our day of pampering. They should be here soon," Serena explained, "Nate called about a half hour ago. They were leaving the beach. Chuck was making sure Charlee got cleaned up, and then he was sending her our way. She should be here soon."

Charlotte came bouncing into the room minutes later, and Blair and Serena began getting her ready. She was so excited to put her 'princess' dress on. Blair realized that getting Charlotte out of the dress was going to be an interesting challenge for her father later that day, but considering he had practice with her years earlier, she figured he could handle it.

Minutes before the ceremony there was a knock on the door. Nate stepped in with a black jewelry box. Blair suddenly realized that she didn't have on her Harry Winston sunflower diamond necklace. Nate couldn't resist a smirk as he opened the box with her necklace inside.

"He is really going all out with this isn't he," she laughed as Nate put the necklace on Blair and then put a smaller one on Charlotte. Chuck was replicating almost every detail of their actual wedding day.

"I'll spare you the talk we had last time," Nate assured her with a wink.

She nodded in agreement as she straightened out his tie. "Does Chuck need help?"

"No, Lily has taken care of it," Nate replied as he hugged her and then kissed the top of Charlotte's head.

"And Brice?" Blair inquired.

"Chuck," they both said in unison with a laugh.

"Can I see my son before the wedding?" Blair inquired.

"He wants to surprise you," Nate explained, "Since Chuck can't see you before the wedding, he doesn't want to either."

"Chuck's little shadow," Serena laughed. Blair and Nate joined in laughter. Charlotte didn't get what was so funny and looked at the adults curiously but didn't ask for an explanation. She was too busy twirling in front the mirror to admire her reflection to care.

"Your dad will be in soon," Nate stated. "Serena, are you ready?"

"Absolutely, come on Charlee," Serena stated as she held out her hand for Charlotte to grasp.

"Can I send her out in a minute?" Blair inquired, "I want to talk to her first."

"Sure," Nate agreed with a wink, "We can't start without you."

"What do you think, Charlee?" Blair asked her daughter as she knelt before her to straighten the necklace that Nate had put around her neck earlier. It had gone eschew during her twirling. "Is Daddy going crazy?"

"Nope," the little girl responded, "Daddy loves us."

"Yes, he does," she agreed as she kissed her daughter's little cheek, wiping off the lipstick that was left there. "Do you like your dress?"

"Yep," Charlotte nodded as she twirled around again. Blair couldn't help but laugh as the necklace went eschew once more.

"Tell Serena to check your necklace before you walk down the aisle, please," Blair instructed her, "And no twirling during the ceremony."

Charlotte nodded in agreement.

"I love you, Charlotte," Blair stated.

"I love you too, Mommy," Charlotte smiled brilliantly as she hugged her mother.

"Okay, go tell Grandpa to come in, and then go find Serena," Blair replied as she kissed her forehead, wiping off the lipstick one more time before her daughter left the room.

"Ready, Sweetheart?" Harold asked as he walked into the room dressed in an identical tuxedo he had worn during the first ceremony.

"Naturally," she smiled as she took his arm which was extended for her.

"Did you think we'd ever be doing this again?" her father teased.

"I can honestly say that I hadn't planned on it," she laughed, "But if I had to do it again, it would only ever be to Chuck."

"He makes you very happy," Harold smiled, "And that makes me so happy. That's all I could have ever hoped for."

"Me too," she admitted, "Everything else in the world seems so trivial as long as Chuck and my children are around. All the lies, hurt, and gossip are gone. They are such a distant memory to me now. I almost forget what he used to be like. . . .what we both used to be like."

"You've both come a long way," he responded, "And your mother and I could not be more proud of you."

"Thanks, Daddy," she smiled as they made their way out to the gardens were the wedding was taking place.

Chuck had outdone himself. Their usual lush lawn had been transformed into a floral paradise complete with her favorite pink peonies. A small gathering of friends and family were in attendance, only those that truly matter to them. Standing at the alter was Chuck, Nate, Brice and the minister that had first married them. Brice looked so handsome in his little tuxedo, just like a miniature version of his father.

Blair smiled as the music began to play. The wedding planner gave Serena the cue to start walking down the aisle and then knelt down to wait to give her cue to Charlotte who was twirling still. Blair motioned to the wedding planner to check Charlotte's necklace just before she let her begin her walk. The lady laughed softly as she nodded. Finally, it was her turn. Her eyes locked with Chuck's as she floated down the aisle. It was as magical as their first wedding had been, perhaps more so because their children were involved.

The minister went through his usual greeting and then turned things over to the happy couple. It was Chuck's turn to speak first, having lost the coin toss the night before.

"Seven years ago, you made me the happiest man in the world. Everything that I had ever wanted was given to me just you becoming my wife. Today we stand here before our family and friends, and I can honestly say that I haven't taken one day of our life together for granted. Every day I wake up with a smile on my face, and every night I fall asleep with you in my arms eagerly anticipating waking up next to you. Our heartbeats are the same; our dreams are the same.

"You have given me the two most beautiful children a father can imagine. I am the richest man in the world, not for the dollars in our bank account, but for the happiness I feel in my heart.

"Seven years ago I promised to love you more today than I did yesterday, but not more than I will tomorrow. My promise still stands. If it's possible, I will love you more tomorrow than I do today.

"I love you, Blair, always have, always will," he vowed.

As was the same with their first wedding, Blair leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss. Laughter filled the garden, but this time the minister didn't interrupt. He merely chuckled and waited for the pair to resume.

" Bass, you say the most beautiful things at our weddings," she laughed as she reached up to wipe her lipstick off his lips. Chuck laughed softly as he waited for her to gather her thoughts. He had been fortunate that he had been able to think his vows through for the few months it took him to plan the event. She had less than twenty-four hours.

"Chuck Bass, seven years ago, you made me the happiest woman in the world. Never in a million years did I imagine that I would be standing here today in this dress of all things. Not that I didn't think that we'd still be married because that was the one thing that I was certain of, but before our friends and family renewing the vows that we have upheld and cherished would never have occurred to me only because I renew those vows to you in my head every morning.

"I cannot imagine a life in which I am not waking up next to you every morning and going to sleep with you every night, for my life truly began when you became a part of it. You have made all of my dreams come true and have given me things that I never even knew I wanted. The warmth and passion that we share is one of the most precious things that we have, next to our children of course.

"I love you with all my heart. I always have, and I always will," Blair vowed.

It was Chuck's turn to lean in and kiss Blair this time. The minister looked a little surprised, but after their first wedding he realized he shouldn't have been. In a world were marriages failed as often as they succeeded, this was a marriage he knew would last.

"Please join hands," the minister instructed once they had pulled away. Blair and Chuck laced their fingers together. "Charles Bartholomew Bass and Blair Cordelia Waldorf-Bass, seven years ago you pledged with the rings on your fingers your life, your love, and your faith in each other. You promised to be faithful and to stand by each other through all of life's obstacles. Today you stand before each other to reaffirm these vows in front of these witnesses and before god. Do you Charles Bass and Blair Waldorf-Bass stand by your words and your commitment to each other, if so answer 'I do'."

"I do," they stated in unison.

"I'd tell you to kiss your bride, Mister Bass, but you've already done that," the minister laughed, "Congratulations to you both. If ever there was a pair that was made for each other it was the two of you."

"Can I still kiss my bride?" Chuck smirked.

"Don't let me stop you," the man chuckled.

Chuck quickly swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately, leaving both of them breathless. As they pulled away, Brice and Charlotte were waiting to be lifted into their parents arms, Bryce in Blair's, Charlotte in Chuck's as they walked down the aisle towards the white tent that was housing the reception.

The Seven Year Itch didn't apply to Chuck and Blair. There was no one that fit each other better.

The End . . . for now at least.