Hello! If you read my stuff, you know I'm a happy endings kind of girl. I can't help it. Because of this… this will be a lighter chapter. I was thinking about it being two, but for some reason… I'm not a fan of fours and can't bring myself to end with four chapters. So this is the last chapter of this short little fic. Here we go…

She left a vacuum in her wake that soon turned into a tempest. Chuck Bass was angrier at the world than he had ever been and he tore his Empire apart. He swept the suite in a rage at the loss of his son. He broke everything that could be broken because it mirrored what he saw in Blair's eyes. He did it all with the pain of a man who could control so much, but hadn't been able to control this. He hadn't been able to keep both himself and Blair from such a near inconsolable pain.

Panting and on the verge of vomiting he collapsed. With the suite in ruins he looked around and knew what he needed. He needed to find Blair.

In the harshness of the past couple of months he'd kept his distance for a couple of reasons. He both needed her near him and yet was frightened to be close to her. No one understood the deep pain they were feeling but each other, because no one had lost what they had. What scared him was how he knew it could go either way. Bring them together or rip them forever apart. He didn't know if he could stand it if he lost Blair permanently. He'd let her go for good once and it had nearly killed them. There was also a tiny part of him that believed if he hadn't let her go, if he had clung, he could have taken care of her, relieved the stress that had to have been pounding her, and he could have saved their child.

So like the coward and failure he thought himself to be right now… he stayed away. But now he realized his mistake. He should never have stayed away, left her and himself alone in this, he should have sought her out. He needed her. She needed him. They needed each other.

In a move that would probably surprise no one, he'd had a PI tailing her for weeks now, and every now and then he'd torture himself with updates because he couldn't stand not knowing if she was okay. He'd know she wasn't good, but he comforted himself with the knowledge that she was still the strongest person he'd ever met and she hadn't gone off the deep end. After today he realized he might have gambled wrong.

Getting the tip he followed her to her mother's penthouse. Her parents, Dorota and her family were all in Europe for the holidays and Blair had been set to fly out to meet them this morning. Chuck felt irrationally angry with all of them for leaving her. They should have known she wouldn't get on that plane.

The penthouse was barely lit, but her room was one he could have found his way to without eyes. He'd never been to anyplace more than he'd walked the space between the elevator and her room. The Waldorf penthouse was one of the great unchanging factors in his life, and as he reached it, he knew her door was the one he always most wanted to pass through. The door was slightly open and he gently pushed it wide.

"Blair?"

She didn't answer but as he glanced around he noticed that though the light in the bathroom was off, there was still light that tunneled through. Sweat broke out on his palms, and he almost didn't want to follow, but he knew she was there. Chuck moved pass the bathroom and stood in the doorway. His knees nearly gave out and he had to clutch the door jam to keep from dropping to the floor.

He knew Serena had moved out to make way for this, but he'd had no idea they'd completed it. The nursery.

Everything in the room was white, silver or pewter. Everything was soft and clean, and was clearly carefully selected with love. This was a room made of love that lay empty waiting for a child that was never going to call it his. All that was left were the parents who felt nothing but his loss. All that his mother had put into this room was gone and it felt like she had lost a piece of herself with him.

Blair lay on the floor, curled in on herself and her cheek pressed into the polished hardwood, and Chuck moved carefully to her and knelt by her side. He knew she knew it was him because when he'd first walked in she'd been like a wet rag melting into the floorboards, but he'd seen her body tense and shiver like she was about to break as she waited. Very gently he reached out and stroked her hair once before letting his hand rest atop her head, his thumb tracing a gentle circle on her skin. Could you tell someone you loved them with a touch? Could you heal them with your body and fix their soul?

She turned her head into his touch like a kitten in the sun, and then tilted her face up to his.

"Did you change your mind?" She looked at him with such hope it twisted his guts anew.

He licked his bottom lip in stress, wishing again that he could give in, but knowing that another baby so soon wouldn't heal either of them and in fact would most likely make the wound worse. "No…"

Her eyes had been dry and wide, and he watched them fill with tears and disappointment.

"Why?" She asked on a broken sob, and her head fell in his hand like a rag doll. As the misery shook her, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the room, knowing that if it were up to him he'd burn it down. There was nothing as depressing as a nursery that would never have a baby.

He climbed onto the bed with her in his arms and held tighter as her sobs threatened to break her. She clung to him and the weight of it all exploded in him as well, and together they cried for their son, clinging to each other till it felt like they shared one skin. They had lost so much, but together again they felt whole. Exhausted they fell asleep.

It was like neither one of them had slept in a million years. Their bodies were like lead as they woke up, cemented to each other, with the dawn the next morning. Neither really moved, but Chuck could feel the tickle of her eyelashes against his collar as they opened, and Blair could feel the slight change in his breathing under her.

Weighed down by the darkness of loss, and winter and grey cityscape, Chuck whispered to her.

"You want to get out of here?"

Two hours later they were on the Bass jet, and a few hours after that they were on a small private island in Fiji. On the plane, Chuck had made the phone calls to the family, and had brooked no argument, but it also seemed like there was an understanding. Nothing was working in Blair getting past this, and maybe this was the key.

Blair sat next to Chuck on the plane, but said very little. She didn't even ask where they were going, but when the porter opened the door to their cabana, Chuck saw her take one of the first full breaths he'd seen in months. The place was minimalist but beautiful. The entire back half of the open concept space opened up onto their private beach and ocean. It was wood, ocean, sand and light.

The only other people they saw was the porters who would bring the meals they ordered from the unseen main house. Being very well paid the staff would clean and set the room only when the couple was out.

During the day they'd walk on the beach, not touching, but together. Blair, who had always loved the water, would dive into the waves and swim out while Chuck would sit in the sand and watch her. Or they'd lie on wooden, white cushioned loungers, whose legs rested in the waves, watching the ocean, being kissed by the sun.

At night they'd lay together in the massive king sized bed with mosquito netting floating around the sides. They didn't speak much, and while Blair still shied a little away from him during the day, at night she would cuddle into his side, resting her head on his chest as he stroked her back.

Some might say the sun and ocean had healing powers, but it just coated the couple that was in fact healing each other.

On their fourth night on the island Blair lay sprawled across Chuck's chest, and as they listened to the waves crashing a few meters away, he thought she had fallen asleep.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this… he was never supposed to die."

Chuck's breath caught at her words. He kissed her forehead, but kept silent and let her talk.

"I had a plan… I was never going to do anything crazy… as soon as I knew he was yours I would have told you… I had an appointment for the week after…"

She shook her head and choked on the words a little, but Chuck got it. Until she knew whose baby it was she hadn't wanted to make a move. Life had moved for her.

"I'm sorry." She said softly.

"So am I."

She tilted her head a little to see his face and she asked him confused. "What are you sorry for?"

He shut his eyes for a moment and his arm tightened around her. "I should never have let you go. If I had been th—"

Blair's hand reached up and she pressed her fingers against his mouth. "Shhh! It's not your fault… It's not anybody's fault." She said sadly but truthfully. "He just… wasn't meant to be."

Blair smoothed away the tear that streaked down his cheek as he nodded tightly before she went on.

"As for Louis… You wanted to give me happiness, Chuck. It's not your fault that there are no fairy tails."

"Maybe not… but there's you and me.

The next day passed the same as the last, only this time as they walked on the hot sand Blair reached out and held Chuck's hand as they moved. The next night they again lay in bed together and talked in the warm breeze of the ocean.

"Why wouldn't you let him have my name?" Chuck finally had to ask.

Blair placed a small kiss against his chest as if to take the sting from what she had done, before she tried to explain herself.

"I couldn't… I couldn't bring myself to believe that he would be it… That he would be the only child we would ever have… and I couldn't give up your name. I suppose that makes me selfish bu—"

"I get it." He said, and he did.

After they'd been there about a week before Blair finally enticed a reluctant Chuck into the ocean. Blair wore a small white bikini, which Chuck appreciated, but Chuck wore khaki board shorts, a light blue button up short sleeved shirt, and a grass fedora. He looked adorable and Blair told him so with a small smile. That smile got him out passed his calves in the water. When they stood inches apart in the waist deep, warm clear water they couldn't do anything but look at each other. He thought he was going to kiss her. She thought he was going to kiss her. The wave that knocked them both over decided. Coming up for air, Blair smoothed her hair back and looked over at Chuck.

"My hat!" He practically bellowed as the straw gave way under the salt water, and basically disintegrated on his head.

His indignation coupled with the site of pieces of his hat covering his face and shoulders suddenly triggered something in Blair. She laughed. A real Blair Waldorf laugh, and it was like heaven to Chuck. Shaking his hat from his head he dived under to clear it and came up in front of her, hefting her up and then dunking them both in the water as retribution.

He didn't let go of her as they laughed in each other's arms, and finally they floated there together and Chuck felt happy for the first time in forever. Looking into those amazing eyes… he saw her again. That little spark that was all Blair and so alive it made him feel alive just being in her sight.

Unable to help himself he leaned down and kissed her. She froze for a moment, but then sank into it and kissed him back. She was deepening it when he pulled away. He kissed her nose, then her forehead, and then he pulled them both out of the water.

That night Chuck lay across the bed as Blair gave him a foot massage in payment of him having beaten her in chess after dinner. Her mind was on the kiss and on possibilities as she worked the oil into his skin. Finally her head cocked to her shoulder as she looked at him. "Do you think I'm fat? Is that why you don't want me?"

For a second she caught him. Then he saw the simmer underneath. "Nice try, Waldorf."

"What?" She said innocently but with a hint of anger radiating through because she sensed he'd caught on.

"What?" He mocked. "You say. 'Do you think I'm fat' and bat teary doe eyes and think I'm going to waver. That I'm going to roll you over, worship you, have sex with you, and get you pregnant."

He got serious as he looked at her and moved forward, taking her face in his hands. "You know why. We're not ready."

"But I'm okay… I made sure I ate well… took care of myself… the doctor said I could…"

Chuck sighed and his fingers massaged her neck. "And I'm grateful you're okay… Blair… we'll have another baby someday… when the time is right… on our terms."

She knew he was right, and understood that her crazed desire to recapture what they had lost so soon after their son's death wouldn't solve any problems, only add to them. She nodded and he kissed her. When they were breathless she pulled back a little to whisper. "I still want you."

And because he always wanted her they made love, Chuck using protection to keep her safe till they were ready, knowing that one day they would be.

Six years later…

Chuck was sprawled across their bed in what would seem to be complete repose. It was an act, he felt like a tightened elastic on the inside. His wife was kneeling on the bed, her back ramrod straight and her fingers clutching her knees.

"Now?" He asked for the eighth time in a minute.

"No."

"Did you do it right?"

She glanced over her shoulder to glare at him. "Yes, Charles, I think I know how to pee on a stick."

She saw the gleam in his eyes and after five years of marriage and knowing him for most of their lives, she knew that insidious little twinkle. Her brow furrowed into a scowl. "Shut UP!"

He snickered and she pinched his leg. He yelped and grabbed her, pulling her back onto the pillows and kissing her. A second later he lifted his head and looked down at her and the worry in her eyes.

"It will be okay. No matter what, we'll be okay." He promised her.

"I know." She said in a small voice before she kissed him again.

They were interrupted by the timer on her cell going off. They both shot up in the bed, and they had thought that they'd both charge the bathroom, but instead they froze. This was their third month of trying and while it was amazing and fun it was stressful because they both wanted this so badly, and this was the first month she'd been late.

She looked at him and wrung her hands. "Can you?"

He nodded and walked to the bathroom, his mind focused on what he would say if it was negative and he had to see the disappointment in her eyes. He didn't have to worry.

"You're pregnant." Chuck said with a giant smile and eyes crinkled with happiness.

Blair screamed and launched herself at him.

Thirty-seven weeks later she wanted to kill him… and herself as she felt like she was being ripped apart. Even through all the pain she knew it was different this time. She didn't have the sense that anything was wrong, and she was right. After eleven hours of labour, Charles Bass II was born. Healthy, perfect and angry… like any self-respecting Bass would be after getting evicted. The Upper East Side would never be the same.

TahDAH! I hope you all didn't hate it.

Oh, and… Life tip… never watch Cupcake Wars when you have ZERO access to any form of a cupcake. It's almost torture. I want a cupcake so freaking bad…