I want to thank everyone who has read, favorite, story alert and reviewed this story. It was fun to write and I enjoyed hearing back from all of you! I have a two possible future fics started. I may go ahead and post them sometime. So if you liked this please continue to read my stuff. Thanks again to all of my readers. Enjoy the epilogue and let's all hope for some great Chuck and Blair in Season 5. Fingers crossed!

Blair stared into his dark blue eyes and fell hopelessly in love. He had the most perfect face. No one could ever possibly be as handsome as he was. She once thought that she could never love anybody as much as she loved Chuck but she was wrong. She loved him just as completely.

She pulled the pale lilac, cashmere blanket from his legs to look at her son's beautiful, tiny toes again. He really was perfect. But then again she had never really expected anything less from herself and Chuck.

She realized suddenly that she was alone for the first time in twenty five hours. Chuck had been by her side for nearly every minute of her nineteen and a half hours of labor. He then spent the next three and a half making phone calls to everyone and fussing over her and their son. She finally sent him home to shower, change and eat when her hair and makeup team had arrived. Serena, her mother, father and the rest of the gang were due to arrive any moment and she refused to look anything less than perfect. Dorota had helped her change into the most beautiful Dior silk nightgown and robe in the palest shade of blue. She then headed back to the penthouse to check on "Mr. Chuck" and the nursery one more time.

The last twenty weeks had flown by. Chuck and Blair had arrived back in NYC with much fanfare. Gossip Girl was livid when she realized she had missed out on the wedding of the year. Chuck made sure she knew all about the reception for seven hundred of their closest friends, family and associates. He also allowed her the scoop on Blair's pregnancy. They had decided to out themselves to help alleviate some of the craziness around them.

After all of that they moved onto renovating the penthouse. They had the master suite completely gutted and redone with huge walk-in closets for both Chuck and Blair. They turned Blair's room into the nursery and Serena's old room into a nanny suite. They had lived at the Palace while all the construction and decorating was going on. Chuck had paid four times what it normally would have cost for them to have it finished before the baby arrived. They worked twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. It was a lot of extra crew and overtime. Not to mention a paid vacation for their downstairs neighbors as an apology for all the continuous noise.

Blair was convinced that they would never be moved back in before the baby came and had he arrived on time they wouldn't have. But as with all Bass men he wasn't going to do anything until he was good and ready much to his mother's discomfort.

They had been back in the house for three nights when Blair was woken up around five in the morning with what felt like menstrual cramps. She knew it was time. She had spent the next hour and a half trying to doze as she knew sleep was going to be limited. When Chuck woke at six thirty she leaned over and kissed him.

"I think you're going to be able to meet your son today." They had decided to find out the sex of the baby but they kept it to themselves.

He immediately became wide awake. Blair had reassured him that they had plenty of time for her to shower and change before they left for the hospital.

And here she was twenty five hours later with the most beautiful baby in the whole world wrapped in her arms. She felt tears begin to fill her eyes. She couldn't wait for her hormones to level out. All this weeping was causing irreparable damage to her skin.

A nurse knocked gently on her door and entered quietly. "Mrs. Bass I'm Tiffany, your day nurse. I brought a bottle for the baby. Nancy told me he didn't take to it last shift so I thought we should try again."

Blair had decided not to breastfeed. She found the whole idea of it quite common. Chuck was pushing her to change her mind to no avail. She had told him the day he was able to breastfeed their child was the day their son could go off formula but till then the bottle would be fine.

The nurse handed her the bottle and Blair tried to feed him. It was like he was hungry but had no interest in the bottle whatsoever. He began to fuss and then cry. Blair handed the bottle back to Tiffany.

"It's like he wants to eat but doesn't want it."

The nurse smiled at her. "We'll try again in a bit."

"He isn't going to starve is he?" Blair was already starting to worry.

The nurse smiled at her warmly. "Not at all Mrs. Bass, babies in general have all they need for the first couple of days from pre-birth. But we need to make sure he is feeding before we allow you to go home."

Blair's mind began to race. She had to be able to feed her baby. She glanced up shyly at the nurse. "Is it too late to try and breastfeed?"

Tiffany set the bottle aside. "We usually prefer you to breastfeed within the first hour but up to six is fine. Would you like to try?"

Blair took a deep breath and kissed her son's forehead as he continued to fuss. "I think I would."

The nurse gently took the baby while Blair arranged her clothing and then handed the baby back to Blair. She helped Blair adjust the baby and talked her through the steps.

"The most important thing to remember is to relax and enjoy the moment with your son. It may take a few feedings before he really latches on."

Her son fussed and rooted trying to find his way. Blair heeded the nurses' advice and relaxed rubbing his cheek gently. Within a few minutes he found his place and Blair felt more maternal and powerful than she ever did before.

The nurse smiled at them. "See he just needed his mommy." She picked up the unwanted bottle. "I'll give you some privacy. If you need anything press the button."

Blair smiled up at her radiantly. "Thank you."

As the nurse left the room she rested her head back on the pillows as she watched her son doze and feed. Her life really couldn't get any more perfect than it was.

Chuck entered his wife's private suite quietly. He didn't want to wake her if she was resting. He had a bouquet of peonies in one hand and a wrapped box tucked under his arm.

He closed the door and stepped into the room. The sight that greeted him made his heart leap. There was Blair looking absolutely stunning breastfeeding his son. He didn't think there was a more beautiful sight in the world.

Blair looked up at him as he crossed to the bed. "Hey there." She smiled at him.

He leaned over and kissed her and then kissed the top of his son's head. "How are my two favorite people in the world?"

"Tired but happy."

Chuck set the flowers and present on the bedside table and then sat down on the bed next to them. "Breastfeeding huh?"

Blair rolled her eyes. "Your stubborn son refused to take the bottle and I couldn't let him starve."

Chuck smirked at her. "What can I say? The Bass men know what they want."

"Don't think this absolves you from middle of the night feedings. I plan on supplementing with the bottle."

He leaned over and kissed her again. "I look forward to it."

The baby had fallen asleep. Blair laid a burp cloth over the shoulder of Chuck's cashmere sweater. "He needs to be burped, daddy."

Chuck took the baby and laid him against his shoulder gently rubbing his back.

Blair pulled herself back together and reveled in the sight of her husband holding their newborn son. After a minute they heard a tiny expel of gas.

Chuck kissed his cheek. "That's my boy."

The baby was sound asleep so Chuck got up and laid him in the bassinet. Blair let out a whimper.

"I'll hold him."

Chuck smiled at her. "In a minute I want to give you something first."

Blair suddenly looked very excited. "Did you stop by Harry Winston's on the way over?"

Chuck picked up the box he had brought with him and sat back down on the bed. "Blair it's seven in the morning on a Saturday. They're closed."

"That's never stopped you before."

"True but this isn't from Harry Winston's." He handed the box to her but stopped her from opening it right away.

"Blair you have given me the greatest gift of all. You gave me a family and a home and I can never give you anything that would ever come close to that but I hope this is a start."

Blair felt a tear slip down her cheek. She wiped it away careful not to mess up her makeup. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply. "Thank you."

He touched her cheek. "You haven't opened it yet."

Blair shook her head. "Not for the present but for giving me our son and not giving up on me." She kissed him again and then pulled the ribbon from the box. She took the lid off and found a piece of paper inside.

She read it and let out a tiny scream. "Oh my God, Chuck you bought the villa in Tuscany!"

He nodded and she wrapped her arms around his neck and started placing light kisses all over his face and neck repeating the words "thank you" over and over again.

She pulled back. "I am so in love with you." She pulled him forward and kissed him more passionately this time. He leaned in as she lay back on the pillows.

"Aren't you two supposed to wait six weeks or something?" Serena strode across the room looking like a warm summer's day.

Blair and Chuck turned to face her. Blair was blushing. "Serena!"

Serena rushed over and leaned across Chuck to hug her best friend. She then kissed Chuck on the cheek. "Blair you look stunning. Did you even really give birth to my godson or did you actually have a surrogate?"

"Believe me after nineteen and a half hours of labor I can guarantee you it was all me."

Chuck got up as Serena took his place on the bed. "Was it awful?"

Blair closed her eyes taking a deep breath and then looked at her friend. "Excruciating but worth every minute."

Chuck brought the baby over. Blair handed Serena the antibacterial wipes. "Clean your hands and then you can hold him."

Serena thoroughly wiped her hands and then reached out for the baby.

Chuck placed him into Serena's arms. "Meet Edward Charles Bass."

Serena's eyes welled up with tears. "Oh B, he's beautiful."

Blair smiled. "I know right. I think we're going to call him Ned for short."

Serena couldn't take her eyes off him. "It's perfect. He looks like a Ned."

By 8 a.m. the room was full. Blair's mother and father had arrived as well as Cyrus, Nate, Lily and Dorota. Blair had half a glass of champagne to toast her son's birth and now she was completely exhausted. She lay back on her pillows and watched her family and friends laugh and exchange stories. She heard her mother already discussing preschools with Chuck and Cyrus shouted, "Not enough" when Chuck suggested they may want one more baby.

She felt her eyes growing heavy as Chuck smiled at her from across the room. "I love you," he mouthed to her.

She nodded and mouthed back, "Me too."

She closed her eyes feeling more love and happiness than she ever thought possible.

Fin