There's probably a million typos in this - sorry! I'm very busy at the moment, so updates will be sporadic. For anyone reading I Don't Need Your Love, I'll update it ASAP.
BLUE HAWAII - PART II
"This is heavenly," Blair sighed, as the maseuse worked on her back.
Serena smiled, lazily. "Remind me to thank Chuck for this, later."
"Oh, don't worry. He'll be rewarded," Blair said, suggestively.
"Eww," Serena responded, scrunching up her nose. "Aren't you supposed to be having less sex, now that you're an old married couple?"
Blair scoffed. "We are not old."
"Well, you certainly act like you've been married for a long time," Serena argued. "It's nauseating."
"Oh, please. You're just jealous!"
"No, I'm not," she retorted.
"Yes, you are. I heard you talking to Nate, last week. You want to marry him," she sing-songed the last part, like a child teasing their friend on the playground.
"Will you stop?" Serena asked, laughing. "We've only been dating for three months. I can't even think about things like marriage."
Blair rolled her eyes. "You've been in love with each other, since high school. It's not as if this is a fresh relationship, with a guy you hardly know."
Serena sighed. "I'm talking about this, anymore. I just want to lie here and relax, in silence," she said, pointedly.
Blair laughed. "You're not getting out of this, that easily. Expect an interrogation, as soon as we leave this spa."
Serena groaned. "I can't wait."
While the girls were getting pampered, Chuck and Nate shared a post-match drink. They had spent the last two hours playing tennis, something they hadn't done together, since high school.
"How's married life treating you, man?" Nate asked, after they had ordered their drinks.
"At the risk of sounding sappy... it's blissful."
Nate laughed. "Still in the honeymoon period?"
"Our marriage has been three years in the making, Nathaniel. This honeymoon period is going to last longer than most."
"You're right," Nate agreed, chuckling. "I guess this means no mini Chuck and Blair's, in the near future."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that."
Nate shot him a look. "You can't have a honeymoon period, when you've got a screaming baby around. Don't you think this is a little soon?"
"We love each other, and we want to build a future together. Now, is as good a time, as any."
"But you only got married three months ago," Nate argued.
"And we fell in love five years ago," he retorted. "There's really no point in waiting, and we've already agreed that we're going to try. So, can you stop worrying, and just be happy for us?"
Nate sighed. "I am happy for you, and you know I'll treat that kid like my own flesh and blood."
Chuck nodded, smiling. "Good to know."
As Blair sat at the vanity, applying powder, Chuck came up behind up, and leaned down to kiss her shoulder.
"I told Nate that we're trying," he admitted, his hands rubbing her shoulders.
Blair frowned at him, in the mirror. "I wasn't aware that we were telling people."
"We aren't. It just happened to come up, in conversation," he defended himself.
Blair smiled. "Does this mean that I can tell Serena?"
"You can do as you please," he said, smiling back.
She stood up from the stool, grinning. "I can't wait. I have to tell her, now." She kissed his cheek. "You need to change. We're leaving in ten minutes."
Blair found Serena in the kitchen, sat at one of the stools surrounding the kitchen island, drinking a glass of wine.
"S, I have something to tell you!" she announced, rushing over to her best friend.
Serena's eyes widened, as she placed her glass on the countertop.
"Whatever it is, it's certainly got you excited." She laughed and patted the empty stool beside her. "Tell me!" she demanded, just as enthusiastic.
"Chuck and I decided to try for a baby!"
Serena gasped and pulled Blair into a hug. "Oh, my God! That's amazing."
Blair laughed, giddy. "I know."
As Serena pulled back, her smile faltered, slightly, and she began running her hand up and down Blair's arm. "Are you ready for this, B?"
Blair sighed. "I lost my baby a year ago, but I've mourned my child, and I'm moving forward. I've always wanted a family - you know that. And I want that family with Chuck. So, now that we're married, and we have a home of our own, it feels like the next step. It feels natural."
Serena smiled. "Well, I'm very happy for you."
They embraced, again, as Chuck and Nate entered the kitchen. Chuck was swinging a set of car keys around his finger.
"Chuck," Blair drawled. "What are those?"
He smirked. "I thought we could go on a little adventure, tonight."
Serena sat on the back of the car, her feet planted firmly on the back seats, and the wind blowing through her hair. Next to her, Blair laughed loudly, as Chuck's hired Cadillac sped down the highway.
Nate turned in his seat and watched them, a huge smile on his face.
"Having fun?" he asked Serena.
She grinned. "This is incredible!"
They were driving to a beach party that was being thrown by one of Nate's Lacrosse friends, from high school. It wasn't Blair's idea of a good time, but she loved the Hawaiian beaches, and she loved her friends, so she'd go anywhere with them, as long as they were happy.
Blair leaned forward and slid her hands down Chuck shoulders, onto his chest.
"Where did you get this car from?"
He smirked. "That's for me to know."
She giggled and tugged at her earlobe with her teeth. "Do you think there will be a beach house, that we can sneak off to?"
He groaned and shifted in his seat. "Don't worry; I'll find a secluded spot for us. Now, stop distracting me. I'm driving."
She laughed and reluctantly pulled away, joining Serena on the top of the car, once again.
When they pulled up to the beach, the party was in full swing. There was a beach house, with a DJ on it's deck, and a large group of dancing people in front of it. There was also a bonfire, surrounded by couples and friends, sitting on palm tree logs, and a small shack where a barman was stationed.
"I'm going to get a martini," Serena announced, before walking off in the direction of the shack, her fingers intertwined with Nate's.
Chuck slipped his arm around Blair's waist and steered them over to the bonfire.
"How did Serena take our news?"
"She's excited," Blair replied, grinning. "And worried about me, of course. She asked me if I was sure that this was what I want, after everything that happened last time."
"And is it?"
She frowned, looking up at him. "I've already told you that it is."
He smiled. "Just checking."
They sat down on the sand, Chuck leaning against a log, and Blair sat in between his legs, leaning back against his chest. For a while they just sat there, watching the flames flicker, silently, until their peace was interrupted by their best friends.
"I have drinks!" Blair smiled at her best friend as she passed her a martini glass. "A vodka martini, for you, and a gin martini, for me."
Nate sat down beside Chuck and gave him a beer bottle. "I asked for scotch, but they didn't have any."
"Beer is fine," Chuck assured him. "Thanks."
Serena raised her glass in the air. "I propose a toast - to the Non-judging Breakfast Club!"
Blair laughed. "Oh, my God. You remember that?"
"Of course, I do! Now, toast with me!"
They clinked their glasses together, and chorused, "To the Non-judging Breakfast Club!", before taking a sip of their drinks.
"God, I can't believe we're really here," Serena sighed, leaning back against the log.
"What? In Hawaii?" Chuck frowned. "We've been here before, sis."
"No, idiot," she said, rolling her eyes. "I meant here; right now, in this moment. We're twenty-two years old, two of us are married, the other two are dating, and we're still the best of friends. We made it through all the fights, and the break-ups, and the sex on bars, and in the back of limo's." Chuck smirked as Blair huffed, at both mentions. "It all worked out, perfectly," she said, sighing in contentment.
"Has the gin made you sappy?" Chuck teased.
Serena glared. "I was trying to have a moment, Chuck. And you ruined it!"
Chuck laughed. "I apologize. Carry on."
"No," she huffed. "The moment's over."
"Why don't I make it up to you," he said. "The next round of drinks is on me!"
Serena grinned at her brother and threw back her drink, draining the glass, completely.
"Another gin martini, bro," she said, holding out her empty glass to him, and winking for good measure.
He smirked and placed a kiss on Blair's hair, before standing up, and making his way over to the shack.
Blair linked her arms through both Serena and Nate's, and leaned her head on Nate's shoulder.
"I'm really glad we got to do this. It's the perfect way to spend our last spring break, ever."
"We've still got a week left," Nate pointed out.
"I know," she said. "I guess the alcohol's just making me feel sentimental."
He turned and placed a kiss on her temple. "I love you, Waldorf."
She smiled. "I love you back, Archibald. You, too, van der Woodsen."
Serena took Blair's face into her hands and showered her with kisses. Nate laughed as Blair's face scrunched up and she started to giggle.
"Are you two getting it on, again?"
Blair looked up at her husband, her eyes narrowed. "You know that we don't speak of that, Bass!"
Chuck laughed. "Right. I forgot."
He joined his friends on the sand, again, and passed his sister her second martini of the night.
"Is this everything you wanted your last spring break to be?" he asked, taking a sip of his beer.
Blair looked up at her husband. "It's even better. We should definitely take another vacation together, just the four of us."
"Agreed," Nate said, nodding.
They spent the rest of the night at the beach - Nate and Serena, dancing and drinking, while Chuck and Blair, took walks down the beach, and found an empty bedroom in the beach house.
They returned to the villa in the early hours of the morning, very happy and slightly drunk. Blair and Chuck retreated to their bedroom to get an early start on the baby-making, while their best friends fell asleep on the sofa, as an Adam Sandler movie played on the TV.
"She's crazy," Blair commented, laughing as she watched Serena fly across the sea, on water ski's.
Nate smiled, leaning back on his hands. "Yeah, she is. But that's why I love her."
She turned to him. "Does she know that you love her?"
Nate sighed. "I really don't know. Sometimes, I think she does, but she still acts like this is a casual thing for her."
"Nate, this is not casual. She adores you, and she was so upset when you were fighting," she insisted, trying to soothe his worries.
"I know you probably think I'm being stupid, and too cautious, but I told her I loved her really soon into our first relationship, and look how that turned out. I don't want to rush this."
"It's different this time," Blair argued. "She's over Dan; she finally got closure. And you're the only other guy that she's ever loved. There's no more obstacles, so stop fighting it."
Nate nodded. "You're right. Maybe I should tell her how I really feel."
She kissed his cheek, and then stood up, dusting off the sand from her dress. "I'm sure you'll find the right moment, Archibald."
As he watched his girlfriend glide across the water, he really hoped she was right.
The moment arrived on the second to last day of their vacation. Blair and Chuck had gone shopping, with Chuck's promise of a new dress for his wife, for tonight's party.
Nate was watching Beavis and Butthead re-runs, while Serena took an afternoon nap. She was exhausted after the hours of scuba diving she took part in, that morning. Nate had joined her, but as he hadn't been nursing a hangover, he wasn't nearly as tired as she was.
When an hour had passed, he got bored of being alone, and decided to join his girlfriend. An afternoon might be just what he needed.
"Hey," he murmured, checking if she had fallen asleep, already.
She smiled, lazily, without opening her eyes. "Hey."
He crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her, on his stomach.
"You okay?" he asked, quietely, as he linked his fingers through hers.
"Mmmhmm."
He smiled and leaned forward to press his lips to hers. She smiled, still half-asleep, as his eyes traced over her face. He was sure that there were more romantic ways for him to do this, but right there, in that moment, when everything was so quiet and relaxed, he couldn't help himself. He had to let her know.
"I love you," he murmured.
Her lips quirked up and she squeezed his hand, her eyes still closed. "I love you, too."
One of Chuck's business associates was throwing a party on his yacht, just off the island's coast. They all wanted to do something for one of the last night's of their vacation, and Serena and Blair never turned down an opportunity to dress-up.
"I love yachts," Blair stated, as she leaned against the railings. "You should buy one," she told her husband.
Chuck rolled his eyes. "Yes, because we sail across the Hudson, all the time."
She scowled at him. "Lose the sarcasm, Bass."
"I'll lose mine, when you lose yours," he bargained, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Nate told Serena he loved her," Blair informed him, placing her hands on top of his.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, frowning. "Did she not say it back? Do you want me to talk to Nate? Because I'm not comfortable discussing his feelings for my step-sister."
Blair laughed. "No, of course not. If I thought somebody needed to have a heart-to-heart with Nate, I'd do it myself. You're no good with the emotional stuff."
"Unless it concerns you," he corrected, nuzzling her neck.
She smiled. "Unless it concerns me," she agreed. "And honestly, I only told you because I'm so happy."
"Why does the status of their relationship make you so happy?"
She shrugs, smiling softly. "It's just... everything worked out. So much has happened, but we made it, and we still love each other. We're really lucky."
"Yeah, we are."
"And hopefully, this time next year, we'll have a new addition to our group. And then, things will really be perfect."
He kissed her neck. "I can't wait to be a dad."
She turned in his arms, kissed him full on the mouth. How could she not, when he said things like that?
"You're going to be a wonderful father," she said, brushing his hair back from his face.
He smirked. "I hope you're right, Mrs. Bass."
"Always am."
Serena relaxed against the large white pillow, and sighed, heavily.
"I don't want to leave this place," she said, looking out over the water. "I'm going to move here."
"Oh, really?" Nate asked, laughing.
"Yes," she replied, nodding. "I'm going to leave New York, and Gossip Girl, and high society behind, and move to Hawaii. I wanted a simpler, more relaxed lifestyle."
"You'd be bored within days, sis," Chuck drawled.
"He's right, S," Blair agreed. "I mean, what would you do everyday?"
"Go to the beach, drink cocktails, make friends with the locals," she listed.
"And you'd eventually return to New York as an alcoholic hula girl, with a sun burn."
Serena glared at her best friend. "You and Chuck are always putting a damper on my dreams."
Blair laughed. "We're just being honest."
"You'd move with me, Nate. Wouldn't you?" Serena asked, resting her hands on his chest.
Nate smiled. "Wherever you go, I go."
"Ugh. Gag me."
Nate cocked an eyebrow at Blair. "Hypocrisy doesn't suit you, Blair."
She rolled her eyes. "At least, we have an excuse - we just got married."
"3 months ago!" Serena interjected. "I don't know of any honeymoon periods that have lasted longer than a month."
"Well, you do, now," Chuck replied. "And it isn't going to be over, any time soon, so get used it."
"Okay, enough!" Nate said, taking charge. "I think we should open a bottle of champagne and start enjoying ourselves."
"Great idea, Archibald," Blair said, smiling. "I'll go get some champagne flutes."
She went to the bar, and then returned to the table, flutes in hand. Nate filled each flute, handing them off to each of his friends, as he did so.
"A toast," Chuck said, raising his glass. "To our future! May we all be successful, and happy."
"And best friends," Blair added.
"And best friends," he repeated, smiling at his wife.
"To our future!" Nate and Serena chorused, as they all clinked their glasses together.
"Look at them," Serena said, as she leaned back against Nate's chest. "It's hard to believe that they've been through so much hurt and heartbreak, to get to this point."
Nate smiled as he watched his best friends dance to the slow jazz, being played by the band. Their foreheads were touching, Chuck's arm around her waist, Blair's right hand resting against his chest. Chuck was holding her left hand in his own, kissing the tips of her fingers, gently, as they swayed on the spot.
"I know we like to give them a hard time, but you have to admit - they are cute."
Serena sighed. "Yeah, they are."
He pressed a kiss to her temple, and leaned his head against hers.
"For the record; if you ever wanted to move to Hawaii, I'd totally join you."
She grinned. "You would?"
"Of course, I would."
She turned slightly and leaned up to kiss him. "You're a good man, Natie."
He laughed. "Oh-kay... the champagne has definitely gone to your head, if you're calling me 'Natie'."
She giggled. "Shut up! I'm not drunk."
"Oh, you so are," Nate disagreed. "You finished the bottle, on your own!"
She shrugged. "I was thirsty."
"God, you're crazy," he said, laughing.
She winked at him. "You love it."
He smirked, and pecked her lips. "Sure do."