More Henry one-shots for you…

The Basses had just finished their dinner. Dorota eyed Blair and Chuck knowingly as she started to clear the plates. Chuck took Blair's hand in his and squeezed it lightly as Blair took in a deep breath.

"Henry honey, we have something to tell you." Blair started softly. Henry smiled wide at her.

"Did Daddy buy another pony at the ranch?" Blair shook her head and laughed. Henry loved animals, especially his horse Barty and Monkey. He always loved going to the ranch and playing with the different horses in his adorable Ralph Lauren riding outfits.

"No. But you're sort of close." Blair looked at Chuck to hint at him to take over.

"Hen, how would you feel if you got a new little brother or sister in seven months?" Henry cocked his head in deep thought. Blair bit her lip.

"Where is the baby?" He asked after a few moments of silence. Chuck put his hand around Blair's stomach.

"In Mommy's stomach." Chuck replied. Henry's eyes widened.

"How did the baby get in there?" He asked, shocked. Blair smirked at Chuck and patted his knee.

"Daddy, why don't you explain?" Blair prodded. Chuck rolled his eyes.

"Did it get in there when you and Daddy have quiet time?" Henry asked seriously. Blair gasped and Chuck hid his smirk in his wife's shoulder.

"Where did you get that from Henry?" Blair asked in shock.

"Auntie Serena and Uncle Dan were having their quiet time when I was over and I accidently walked in and she said they were trying to have a baby and-" Blair stood up and held her hand out.

"How about we have this talk when you are a bit older." Blair interrupted abruptly, horrified. She walked over to Henry and picked him up. Chuck eyed her hesitantly.

"It's okay Chuck he's not heavy." Blair brushed the hair out of her son's face and smiled at him.

"Why don't we get a bath and then we can talk more in bed okay baby?" Henry nodded in agreement and nestled his head in his mother's shoulder. She kissed the top of his head and trudged up the staircase, Chuck following close behind.

"Chuck, I am not giving our son the talk at age five." Blair hissed under her breath as she got Henry's pajamas out from the drawer.

"Then what are we supposed to say? Serena kindly eliminated all of the innocent options for us." Chuck hissed back. Blair shrugged with annoyance and trudged back to the bathroom to retrieve her son. She came back out with him wrapped tightly in a towel, cradling him. He giggled as Blair peppered kisses all over his wet face. She plopped him down on the bed and helped him put his clothes on. As soon as he was fully dressed, Chuck swooped him off the bed and threw him in the air. Henry erupted into a melodious laughter as he soared through the air. Blair grinned at the gesture and opened up the sheets. Chuck tucked his son in and kissed his forehead.

"Mama, is the baby made when you and Daddy kiss?" Henry asked, settling into the sheets. Blair looked at Chuck for help. Chuck took a seat next to Henry on the bed.

"A baby is made out of love. Only two people who love each other very much can have one. And a baby comes at the right time. The process is unimportant. The only important thing is that our new baby comes into a loving family. Like you did." Blair leaned into her husband and nodded in agreement. Henry looked down at his hands.

"Does that mean you won't love me anymore?" He said quietly. Blair reached out and touched his face.

"Of course not honey. We will love the two of you all the same." She assured him, stroking his cheek. Henry snuggled into his giraffe plush and smiled.

"Love you." He said, reaching his tiny arms out for his parents. Chuck leaned in and hugged him as did Blair from behind.

"Love you too. Forever and always." Blair murmured, leaning over Chuck to kiss his cheek. Henry smiled in content and closed his dark brown eyes. Blair turned off the lamp and took her husband's hand, tiptoeing out of the room quietly. When they were halfway to their room, Chuck brought Blair in for a hungry kiss. She smiled into his mouth and cocked her head.

"Looks like we have twins now." Chuck joked. Their noses were still touching. Blair slapped his shoulder lightly.

"Hey don't tease our son. It was a pretty good guess." Blair defended, looking up at him. He smirked. Suddenly, he felt his back up against the wall and Blair's lips on his.

"Triplets." She breathed, planting another kiss on his jaw. She felt Chuck's hand moving up her thigh under her nightgown. She gripped him tighter.

"Mrs. Bass, if we got every pregnant every time we kissed, we'd have thousands of kids by now. Why don't we do it the correct way?" Blair squealed in delight as Chuck swooped her up in his arms and twirled her into their bedroom.

3 Months Later…

"CHUCK!" Blair shrieked from down the hallway. Chuck immediately shot out of bed and dashed down the hallway. His wife was standing in the entrance way to their future daughter's nursery, her hand to her mouth. He wrapped an arm around her protectively as his eyes darted around the room. Paints of numerous colors were splatted all over the white, primed walls and all over the tarp on the floor. Sitting in the center of it all was a very confused Henry Bass, his purple silk pajamas covered in paint like the rest of the room. He was eying his parents confusedly. Chuck could feel Blair inhaling and exhaling slowly as she tried to calm herself down. He took a step towards Henry.

"Hen I thought we agreed we were going to paint your sister's room with Uncle Nate tomorrow." Chuck asked softly. Henry shrugged.

"I wanted to get a head start." He replied simply, smiling. It was hard to be mad at him when he was so innocent. Chuck sighed and bent down to be eye level with him.

"Next time you want to paint or change anything in the townhouse, can you let me or your mother know first?" Henry nodded slowly and bit his lip.

"Am I punished?" He asked quietly.

"No. But you are going to help me clean this up later and maybe if you are good prime it white again. First we need to get you cleaned up." Chuck picked him up and held him out so he didn't get any paint on him. Henry laughed and shook his head, getting red paint on Chuck's cheek. Blair smirked from the doorframe, her nerves at ease. She and Chuck both knew from the start they were going to need to hire someone. As Henry and Chuck passed her, Chuck leaned in and kissed her, getting the red paint from Henry all over her face. She smacked him away and laughed, following her boys to the bathroom.

"Mommy?" Henry started, swinging around in his stool at the counter. Blair continued stirring the pancake mix.

"Yes Hen?"

"Do I have to share my toys with my sister?" He looked over at his large giraffe stuffed animal in the corner with his other baskets of toys. Blair smiled to herself and began pouring the mix into the pan.

"Some of them, yes. But she will have her own toys too." Henry scrunched his face.

"What ones?" He asked nervously. Blair turned around to face her son.

"I don't know right now baby. But you have to learn to share." Henry took a sip of his milk and kicked his legs. Blair laughed and got a plate out for his pancakes.

"Are you still mad at me for painting her room?" Blair flipped the pancakes before answering him.

"No honey. I appreciate you trying to help out but you need to run things by Daddy first if you are going to do some home improvement." Henry nodded and continued twirling. Blair was dizzy looking at him. She suddenly felt a wave of nausea. She dashed out of the room and made it to the bathroom just in time. She was a lot less sick with this baby than she was with Henry, but it was still horrible all the same. She heard the light patter of feet come down the hallway and into the bathroom. Then she felt two small little arms wrap around her upper stomach.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Henry asked quietly. Blair removed her head from the toilet bowl and plopped down on the tile bathroom floor. She sighed and hugged Henry.

"Yes. Babies make you sick sometimes." Blair tried her hardest to hide her morning sickness from Henry. Like Chuck, he was a big worrier. She didn't want him to have anything against the baby or any deep concern from her.

"Should I call Daddy at work? I know his number. 914-572-4025." He recited. Blair ruffled his hair.

"No honey, I'm okay. You're Mommy's smart little boy." Blair stood up and began to wash her face at the counter. Henry waited patiently beside her, snuggling into her leg. All of the sudden, the fire alarm went off. Blair looked into the mirror and gripped the counter.

"The pancakes!" She screamed, dashing out of the bathroom. She ran over to the stove and shut off the gas. Without warning, water splashed onto the stove and onto Blair's skirt. She turned around to see a terrified Henry with his water gun. He opened one of his eyes apprehensively. Blair couldn't help but to burst into laughter.

"The stove isn't on fire silly. I just burnt your pancakes." Henry sighed in relief and dropped his water gun on the floor. Blair continued to laugh.

"Why don't you and I go out for breakfast instead?" Henry nodded in agreement.

"Go get your coat." He turned and ran up the staircase at lightning speed. Blair sighed and looked over at her mess of a stove.

"Blair Waldorf was not meant to be a homemaker." She said to herself, rubbing her temple.

So I know this is sort of random, but I plan on making a bunch of one shots to this story pertaining to the new baby, so R&R :D

XOXO, Becca