Chair fanfic part 19

"Well if you do find anything out, Mr. Bass, you will have to let me know." Blair replied with a smirk too.

They finished their breakfast, then Chuck asked Blair if she needed a ride to the office, to which she responded in agreement, so they took Chuck's limo across town to their offices. Both had their typical days at work dealing with various issues of importance to their businesses, deciding to meet on their lunch breaks if time would allow.

On that particular day in early February, Blair had an appointment at her doctor's first, so she told Chuck to pick her up from there and then they could go to lunch. Blair's appointment with her doctor went smoothly, although she kept wondering why the doctor kept asking her so many questions.

"So Mrs. Bass, how are things going with you and your husband? Do you still have a healthy sex life?"

"Oh things are going fine for Chuck and I, we definitely a healthy sex life. Sometimes he's insatiable and I love it!" Blair laughed.

"That's good to hear. Are you using protection at all to prevent anything?"

"Well most of the time Chuck uses condom, but not as much as perhaps before because its just more comfortable without. I tried birth control pills right after I had our baby, but they sort of made me sick and rather irregular, so I thought I'd try a NuvaRing or something...which is why I made this appointment. Plus I am breastfeeding, which should prevent another pregnancy from occurring too soon." Blair admitted.

"Oh you are breastfeeding? That's excellent, although you do know that isn't a certain guarantee that you wouldn't get pregnant again. Anyway I'm glad you are considering other forms of birth control. Okay then Mrs. Bass...oh yes how do you like being a mother?" the doctor said as she continued the examination.

"Oh its fine enough. Our son seems to keep growing everyday, giving us new wonders and challenges, but its fun and he's adorable! Sometimes I can even get Chuck to change a diaper or two, which is definitely something to see." Blair laughed, reflecting on the time Chuck watched the baby himself.

"That's great that your husband helps you. So were you expecting to add on to your family soon?" the doctor asked.

"Well I would like a daughter someday, but I'm overjoyed with our son." Blair sighed.

"That's great because I have some news for you, congratulations you're going to be a mother again."

"WHAT?!" Blair gasped in utter surprise.

"Yes because it seems like you must've gotten pregnant again soon after giving birth, so no NuvaRing until after your latest delivery." the doctor explained.

Blair just sat there in stunned silence, not knowing what to think or do, laugh, cry, or shake her head. Although she loved being a mother, she couldn't believe she was pregnant again! Plus she didn't know what Chuck would think about becoming a father this soon, again.

"But...I breastfed...Chuck said he pulled out...I..." Blair sighed, slightly bewildered.

"Well those methods aren't sure guarantees to prevent further pregnancies...Anyway Mrs. Bass you do know there are other options if this pregnancy poses an inconvenience to you..." the doctor said.

"Other options? No, I am not going down to Planned Parenthood and having an abortion!?!" Blair gasped.

"You wouldn't have had to go down there for it, but that's fine if you want to continue. Nonetheless, you've been through this before, so you'll know what to expect more or less and I think you'll do fine. Break it to your husband gently though and he'll come around to it soon enough if he's hesitant. Anyway, make sure you make another appointment for two weeks and we'll see how you're progressing." the doctor exclaimed as she left.

Blair then left the examination room, paid her co-payment, and left the office, only to find Chuck's limo waiting outside. When she came up to the car, he got out and helped her in asking her how her appointment went.

"Oh it went fine hon. Uh where are we eating lunch at today?" Blair asked.

"Oh just a little place I know around the corner. Oh your hands are cold! Here let me warm them up." Chuck playfully said as he took her hands in his and then started blowing on them.

"Oh Chuck, you're something else, though that does feel better!" Blair laughed at his antics.

"Oh then how does this feel?" he said as he began kissing the palm of her hand and down her wrist, causing her to sigh.

"Hmm...you are a rascal aren't you?" Blair chuckled as she moved in close and kissed his cheek.

Sooner than they would've preferred, they arrived at the restaurant and were soon seated at a table, where they began to chat over their menu.

"So how's work going dear? Any big corporate take overs on the horizon?" Blair asked nonchalantly.

"Well not quite, but things seem to be going pretty well. Unfortunately the real estate business isn't what it used to be and tourism apparently hasn't fully recovered since 9/11, and that mess with Madoff hasn't helped other businesses throughout New York, still though things seem to be recovering slowly." Chuck explained as he examined his menu and glanced up at Blair.

"That's good. By the way how did you know about the hotel industries not fully recovering since prior to 9/11? We were only kids back then when that happened." Blair laughed.

"You are correct, darling but there are such things as statistics and past numbers. Apparently, for the most part, the 1990s were very good for my father and the industry as a whole. Little did we know as children." Chuck commented.

"Yes, you're probably correct. Still, you're certainly not a child anymore, Chuck. Instead, with your haircut, new suit, and a touch of facial hair, you're pretty hot and dangerous looking. You sort of remind me of Hugh Jackman's 'Wolverine'!" Blair laughed huskily.

"Oh you think so? Thank you for the complement, Blair. I never knew I could compare to the sexiest man alive? Wolverine hmm? So is that an invitation for later?" Chuck said seductively.

"What do you think? You're my sexiest man alive, that's for sure." Blair purred.

"Hmm...that's good...maybe we can just skip lunch so I can ravage you in the limo...Did you get that thing from your doctor you were talking about?" Chuck whispered seductively as he stroked her knee under the table.

Suddenly Blair snapped out of her blissful distraction from Chuck, when she heard him mention about the doctor. Blair nervously cleared her throat and said "Oh...yes the doctor. Well, dear...to be perfectly honest...I didn't end up getting that procedure because the doctor said I wouldn't be needing it for a few more months..."

"Wouldn't be needing it? How many more months?" Chuck asked.

"Not until August or September..." Blair answered.

"August or September?" he asked.

"Yeah...surprise Chuck, you're going to be a dad, again...ha ha isn't it great?" Blair said nervously as she held his hand and felt like covering her face in embarrassment, not knowing what he'd say.

Chuck paused for a moment, looking down, then suddenly met her gaze with his brown eyes and said with a sly grin "So...I got you again, did I? I guess I'm the man. Ha ha! Anyway I don't mind too much although it means we'll have start gettting creative again."

"Yeah I guess so. So you don't mind another baby? Especially coming this close to our son?" Blair asked.

"No, I don't mind, Blair, because maybe it'll be a little girl this time...I wouldn't mind a little girl who looks like you. If it's another boy, that's fine too because then our son can have the brother neither of us never had growing up." Chuck admitted as he held her hand.

"I'm glad you don't mind, Chuck, I truly am." Blair said as she smiled back at him.

"Nah I don't mind...because heh heh it just means I'm still the man..." Chuck said smugly.

"Still the man? Oh Chuck!" Blair sarcastically groaned as Chuck shot her one of his coy sneaky grins that she could only just imagine what he was thinking.

"Yes...still the man...who can drive you wild...and knock you up." Chuck growled seductively.

"Hmm...that may be true, but you don't have to broadcast it to the whole world...and anyway I don't think its 'knocking up' if you impregnate your wife." Blair huskily laughed at him.

"Oh it's not? Well that's too bad...we'll just have to think of another word for it then..."

"Another word for it?"

"Yes...lets see...maybe it happened that time we had sex on the Barcalounger...so you could say I blucked you on a chair..." Chuck mused.

"Ha ha ha, very funny, Chuck! 'Blucked me on a chair', ha ha, you have quite the wit. Who knows if that's where our baby was conceived, anyway." Blair laughed.

"You never know...Anyway its good to know that I'm still the man, and you can't resist all of this..." Chuck said smugly.

"Well you might be a hottie sometimes, hon...especially with your new look...like right now...but..." Blair began as she was suddenly interrupted by a waiter who'd arrived to take their order.

Chuck and Blair ordered their food and eventually received it, continuing their ribald discussion as they ate their meal. Afterward, they rode back to the building where Blair's company had its headquarters, and at first Chuck was just going to drop her off, but she insisted that he stay because she had something to show him. When they got to Blair's office, she showed him some of the latest numbers and statistical information about the clothing company, then she suddenly turned to him and showed Chuck just how hot she thought he looked.

~o~o~o~o~

Over at the school, life was as it was for Bonnie now, as she waited for Clyde to meet her in the courtyard for lunch. She adjusted her stockings and the strap on her mary jane high heels, as she scanned the usual crowd and their latest doings. Oh yes, off to the side were Polly, Staci, and Indra, clustered in a group probably gossiping to each other about her and Clyde, but Bonnie didn't care because she knew there was more than one way to be Queen Bee...especially now that Jenny was out on her maternity leave.

Suddenly Bonnie felt a tap on her shoulder, and looked up to see Clyde who offered his hand to her, which she took. "A yes Bonnie my little Queen Bee...how's tricks darling?" Clyde said as he pulled her to sit on his knee and leaned in to kiss her.

"Oh passe as usual. School bores me, and so far my plan hasn't entirely fallen into place. Tis a shame." Bonnie whined as she offered him her cheek.

"Your plan for us to rule the school? Ah well things are falling into place, Bon, just be patient...but since patience isn't your virtue...let's give them something to talk about..." Clyde whispered in her ear as he gave her a suggestion.

"Ah all right Cly...if you think that would work..." Bonnie laughed as she turned to straddle his lap and start to make out with him in front of everybody.

Suddenly, the next thing they knew, gasps could be heard and camera phones were whipped out to photograph the controversial moment of hot PDA between Bonnie and Clyde on school grounds, in front of everybody. Then a teacher caught them and gave them a verbal reprimand for making out in public, but what they did got the desired effect from their peers because they knew a Gossip Girl blast went out. Making Gossip Girl now was considered to the be the ticket to popularity, and they had definitely made an inroads into that. Now when they walked down the halls, everyone now glanced at them thinking those two were wild enough to try anything in public.

The next phase was a party at Bonnie's penthouse, which they decided to advertise on Gossip Girl, which was phrased in the blast as "Hello little people, if you are young and dirty rich and not afraid to gamble, come to the penthouse party of the King & Queen who aren't afraid to lay it out in public...but its by invite only so watch out for the invites."

When certain people heard about the party, most were curious about the invitation aspect of it, so they started to pay special attention to Bonnie and Clyde to see if they would be invited as well. Walking the grounds with Clyde and having people fawn over them was too much of an enjoyable game for Bonnie, she soaked up the attention like a sponge. Still she didn't realize that Clyde was plotting for something much bigger, as he took notes everyday.

After school, the two would hang out on the roof of Bonnie's building, behind the air conditioning and steam vents. One day, Clyde suddenly whipped out a pistol and fired it at some pigeons sitting along a ledge, killing one.

"Clyde what are you doing? Did you kill it?" Bonnie gasped.

"Just shooting at pigeons and yeah I think I killed one. Rats with wings." Clyde sneered.

"Oh Clyde you didn't need to do that, its rather sad." Bonnie sighed.

"Oh grow up Bonnie, its just a pigeon. I probably put it out of its misery." Clyde sighed.

"Its misery?"

"Yes its misery...of life...being a lowly pigeon who couldn't be anything else. Now he's reached a higher plane...floating to pigeon heaven...and out of this filthy city...So I figure I did him a favor, oh lowly pigeon." Clyde contemplated.

"Wow...if you put it that way, I suppose that could be true. You're quite the philosopher, Clyde Barrowsworth." Bonnie sighed.

"Thank you Bonnie Parkerbrothers...Yes, philosopher, poet, and pigeon killer, that's me...and it was damn fun doing it too! Come here Bon and try it yourself. See how it feels to hold my lethal weapon in the palm of your tiny hand...as if you don't already know..." Clyde said with a seductive sneer.

"Oh very funny, Clyde, you're too much! All right I'll try it." Bonnie laughed as she skipped over to him.

"Good, baby...okay this is how it goes. Just stand here like this and cradle the gun in the palm of your hand like so...but make sure you keep a steady hold and your arms loose but locked like this...Good now just look down the sight off the end and aim at your target..." Clyde said as he stepped behind Bonnie and showed her how to handle the gun.

"Good baby, you're a natural...now you just need a target...let's see...ah 'Three fat pigeons all in a row. One named Larry, Curly, and Moe. Aim at their hearts, and away...they...go!" Clyde sinisterly laughed as he helped Bonnie aim the gun and shoot at the pigeons in time to the last three words he recited from his poem.

"I did it?! Ah did I do it, Clyde?" Bonnie gasped in surprise.

"Well even with my help I think we only winged them, but still good job baby, good job!" Clyde laughed as he gave her a kiss. Then he went on, "With a bit more practice and perhaps a smaller caliber pistol, you'll be hitting them in no time! And if you can hit a pigeon, you can hit almost anything, Bonnie Oakley."

"Bonnie Oakley?"

"Yeah like Annie Oakley? Markswoman of the 19th Century. Supposedly could knock the suite out of any card in a deck." Clyde laughed.

"Ooh can you teach me that?" Bonnie gasped.

"All in good time, perhaps baby. All in good time...but first I'll have to get you another gun! Perhaps that can be your Valentine's day present?" Clyde laughed.

"Ha ha quite the Valentine's day present that would be!" Bonnie laughed.

"Indeed!" Clyde sneered back at her with a sly grin.

~o~o~o~o~

Meanwhile, Chuck and Blair were living their lives as a young married couple with an infant son and another child on the way, a fact that still astonished them since they'd mutually calculated that Blair most likely had become pregnant one of the first times they'd had sex after giving birth. That was a bit of a sobering thought to them and made them realize how cautious they'd need to be to prevent a third pregnancy from occurring so soon after this second one. They hadn't planned on becoming parents this soon, why even their secret elopement in the Poconos had been only a year before, but as they both knew life is sometimes what happens to you when you're busy making other plans, so you've gotta roll with it.
So they did.

One day, Chuck and Blair were conversing over breakfast, when Blair asked "Chuck did you get that strange Gossip Girl blast the other day? The one about the party and the new King and Queen?"

"Perhaps, but I don't pay very much attention to them anymore because we're out of school now and don't need to worry ourselves with petty high school ravings. Plus in my eyes there will be only one Queen of Constance Billiard, and that is you, my dear Blair." Chuck said as he shot her a seductive glance.

"Thank you, Chuck, but I am still curious...especially since the party appears to be at my old penthouse." Blair admitted.

Chuck quickly checked his cell phone, found the message, read it, the exclaimed "Ah so it is! Hmm, I thought that address looked familiar! Well I suppose we can investigate this party if you feel up to it, Blair."

"Oh of course I'll feel up to it, because I'm dying to see what they've done to the place since we left. Still the party said by invitation only and I'm really sure we're on the guest list." Blair sighed a bit sarcastically at the end.

"Oh please, Blair, this is your old penthouse we're talking about. Surely you of all people have to qualms about crashing a party at your former residence." Chuck said slyly.

"Oh yes...that is definitely true!" Blair admitted huskily and equally as sly.

"Yes we can have a bit of fun investigating your former abode, especially your former boudoir, shouldn't we Blair?" Chuck said seductively.

"Ah yes we should...although the best part of my former boudoir is in the spare bedroom upstairs, if you remember, my dear." Blair said slyly.

"Oh yes...you're right there...we'll have to investigate soon, for old time sake." Chuck growled in his usual seductive manner, but then went on "But anyway Blair, speaking of investigations, you should hear what I learned about the lost Bass Corporate jet and what's become of it."

"Oh yes, do tell me Chuck. I was curious about that." Blair asked, suddenly curious.

"Well apparently Nate met up with Carter Baizen and both conned a few people, posing as myself at a few places, stirring up a whole web of trouble that I'll be still untangling for awhile yet. Anyway apparently Carter recently abandoned Nate in Alaska to continue his scheme, but instead of flying back from Juneau like everyone expected, Nate decided to pull a Chris McCandless and it was rumored that he tramped off into the wilderness to find himself." Chuck explained to Blair.

"Chris McCandless? Oh was that the movie where Emile Hirsch ran off into the woods and got stuck on a bus and died or something? That was such a sad movie, although the part where he wandered like a hippie sounds like something Nate would do, or want to do. Good thing it was just a movie because I don't know who'd be foolish enough to..." Blair began, but Chuck interrupted her.

"Blair, it wasn't just a movie. Yes the actor Emile Hirsch might be fine, but there really was a young guy named Chris McCandless who did all of those things and more...and he actually died of starvation back in 1992, when we were just babies." Chuck explained.

"Really? Oh that is so sad! And to think Nate is now doing the same thing? Poor Nate! And don't tell me I shouldn't care, because we should love all of God's creatures on some level, including Nate Archibald. I don't want to think of him dead! Is there anything we can do?" Blair gasped.

"Well in this case, I think I'll agree with you...because I don't want to see Nate dead either. I may want to 'kill' him, but I don't really want to see him dead. If he is wandering through the Alaskan wilderness a'la Alexander Supertramp, then I'll just make sure a search party is formed to go find our lost friend eventually, after a few weeks of allowing the wild to test his mettle." Chuck explained slyly.

"Chuck! You're going to let Nate starve or get eaten by a grizzly bear?" Blair chided Chuck.

"Oh Blair, that won't happen to Nate...most likely." Chuck admitted.

"Oh Chuck!" Blair sighed as she rolled her eyes at Chuck, and he just laughed to himself.

"Anyway dear, how is the plan to me your supposed father, Winston Funk, coming along?" Blair asked, as she continued with her breakfast.

"I still have my doubts about my grandmother's story, but nonetheless I agreed to meet Funk today at three. Blair, I don't know if you could spare the time, but I would like it if you could possibly accompany me to this meeting?" Chuck asked cautiously, attempting to cover his slight anxiousness with his usual bravado.

"Today at three PM? This is rather short notice, Chuck...but I'll see what I can do." Blair admitted when she saw the look of vulnerability in Chuck's eyes, and then went on "I know. Why don't you call me around two o'clock, Chuck, and I'll make sure the meeting I'm having then with one of the employees is finished by that time so that swing by with your limo and pick me up. I want to be there for you dear, especially at times like this when it might not be so easy, just like I've said. You know I love you, Chuck, and I want to stand by you if you let me." Blair then reached across the table and took his hand, and looked into his eyes in an effort to reassure him of her steadfastness.

"Thanks, Blair...I'm glad that you agreed to accompany me to this..." Chuck paused as he contemplated the moment, continuing to hold her hand, then went on "Anyway, you wanted me to call you at two? I will do that, then pick you up and we can go across town to meet Funk." as he spit out the last words.

"You're welcome dear...And perhaps meeting Funk won't be so bad. Who knows what he's really like in person? You've only heard about him from the filter of your fath...Bart's point of view, so you never know what he's like in person, Chuck. Plus you've taken on a variety of characters in the past, so this should be little different." Blair quietly reassured him as she held his hand, but released it when Dorota interrupted them to say that their son was ready to be fed, so Blair stood up, gave Chuck a quick kiss, running her fingers through his hair and whispering "Call me later, okay hon? I love you." against his lips, before leaving for the nursery.

Chuck then went to work over at the Palace as well as checking into a few other investment opportunities, while Blair had their other chauffeur take her and their son over to where she had her office location for BWBC in their Mercedes town car. Blair brought her son along to not only keep him close for feedings, but also because one of the other girls had opened a company daycare and thought that she might as well utilize it to give Dorota a day off once or twice a week. Bonding with her son made Blair feel good too, so that was another reason why.

After several hours at work, just after noon, Blair got a call from her husband, saying that he was coming before two because Winston Funk had rescheduled the meeting slightly sooner, so Blair scrambled to get done with what she needed to get done before Chuck stopped by. It wasn't easy, but somehow she was able to get her assistant to cover for her in the meeting with some of the international buyers, just before Chuck's limo pulled up outside.

Blair was about ready to leave, when Chuck surprised her by coming upstairs himself. She turned and greeted him with a kiss, then asked "Hello, Chuck its good to see you but I'm surprised you came up to meet me."

"I had the extra time and wondered what you were up to up here. Looks like you're busy." he said as he inspected Blair's office.

"Oh yes, the corporate CEO is always busy, even if I'm not one of the designers. Anyway I'm about ready to go, with the exception that I wanted to tell our son goodbye before we leave."

"You brought our son here? Why?" he asked.

"Well the company has a small daycare here and I wanted to show solidarity with my employees and give Dorota a day off." she replied.

"Oh really? That's very considerate." Chuck said as he followed her into the daycare room.

They walked into the room, picked up the baby, and saw that he was fine, so Blair told the one girl was watching the children that they'd be back in a few hours to pick him up again, while Chuck held his son and quickly gave him a kiss goodbye before he thought Blair or anyone else could see.

They then left the building, climbed into the limo and were off on their cross town trip to Funk Enterprises. Blair noticed how nervous her husband seemed, when he started chewing at his fingernails, so she took his hand in hers and held it as she said "Are you nervous, Chuck?"

"Maybe...why do you ask?" he asked as he started to draw a flask out of his coat.

"I can tell, by your habits. You bite your fingernails, play with your tie, fidget in your seat, or drink...when you don't need to. It'll be okay Chuck, plus I am right here." she said reassuringly as she took his flask.

"Do you want a drink, Blair?" Chuck asked as she took his flask.

"No, because of the baby. Anyway I know better ways than liquid courage to distract you from your stresses..." Blair purred as she leaned up, kissed him on the side of his neck just above his collar aas she loosened his tie.

"Hmm...do we really have time for a little right now?" Chuck asked, his voice seductively hoarse.

"Probably not...but I want to help you de-stress so we can just do this for awhile." Blair said as she sat on his lap and started to kiss him.

He growled in the back of his throat seductively as he plundered her mouth with his kisses, then moved down to her neck. After a few minutes of kissing and letting Chuck have his way with her to a certain point, Blair realized that he'd grown hard against her hip, so she moved off of him and apologized.

"I'm sorry for that, Chuck...but I don't know if we have time and I'm still a little sore...still I'll help you if you need help...do you want me to help you?" Blair teased.

"Yes..." Chuck hissed as he attempted to control his breathing, but was still obviously turned on.

"Oh all right dear I hope I can be of assistance..." Blair laughed as she found the handkerchief he kept in his pocket, worked his pants open, and caressed him with her hands the way she knew he liked as she whispered in his ear "Oh you'll do well in your meeting, dear, just like I know you can. You're no longer a mere boy, Chuck, but a man and you can face anything, you hear me? You're my big strong man, and you can do anything."

Chuck moaned his reply as he just nodded and leaned his head back on the top of the seat, having his release as she helped him. Blair seductively chuckled as she watched his expressions, pleased that she could still turn him on so easily.

"There...do you feel better now? I told you I could help you de-stress...and don't worry because I made sure the handkerchief was where it needed to be, so your suit is fine...you look exactly like you should." Blair said as she helped him rearrange himself to look presentable again.

"Thanks Blair...you're a stellar wife." Chuck admitted with a gasp and a sly grin, still recomposing himself after his encounter with Blair.

"Thank you, Chuck...ha ha...It was my pleasure...and your's too apparently...ah it looks like we're here! Time to face the dragon, my dark prince in disguise..." Blair chuckled as the limo pulled up outside of Winston Funk's building and they disembarked from the limo.

They walked into the building, rode the elevator to the top floor and walked toward Funk's office, when they suddenly ran into a somewhat harried blond woman who was coming out of the office.

"Oops sorry I'm such a klutz sometimes. So are you two looking for someone? My name is Samantha and I'm currently the head of philanthropic contributions, although that's mainly to keep Funk on his toes..." Samantha laughed nervously then went on "So were you two here for Winston?"

"Yes we are here to meet with Winston Funk. We have a scheduled meeting with him at 2:30..." Chuck replied.

"Oh yes I guess it says here that Winston has a meeting with Charles Bass and wife Blair, so I assume you two are them?" Samantha replied as she checked the schedule Winston Funk's secretary had left open on her desk.

"Yes that is us. Let him know we are here. We'll wait." Chuck said as he and Blair seated themselves on a pair of chairs off to the side.

"I'm not Funk's personal assistant, but...all right." Samantha sighed as she walked over to Winston's door and was let in.

After a few minutes, Samantha walked out and told them that Winston Funk would see them now, so cautiously Chuck and Blair entered the office, holding hands for support.

"Chuck Bass is that you? You've certainly grown up since the last time I saw you several years ago with your father, Bart. By the way, sorry to hear about his death. Quite the loss I'm sure. So what do I owe this visit? Are looking to liquidate some of the shares of Bass Industries because I am always looking for new acquisitions, you could say." Winston Funk greeted them with an out stretched hand and a broad grin.

"No I am not liquidating any of the assets from Bass Industries. I requested this meeting for a more personal matter, based on some information I recently learned from my maternal grandmother, Alexis Horne Carrington Colby etc." Chuck said, his voice trailing off with all of the last names of his grandmother.

"So...Bass...Alexis was your grandmother you say? Very interesting...Still what does that have to do with me?" Funk said nonchalantly.

"The information I learned from my grandmother pertained my mother, Audrey, and a previous relationship she supposedly had with you nearly twenty years ago." Chuck admitted slyly.

"A previous relationship I had with a woman named Audrey nearly twenty years ago? Hmm...oh yes...I remember Audrey now...hmmm hmmm...Still that was another lifetime ago...I am curious how you discovered my previous identity since I changed my name over a decade ago?" Funk asked after reflecting for a few seconds.

"Let's just say my P.I. is very good and money talks, Funk. What he revealed about you was very interesting, but we'll deal with that another time. Today we are here to discuss the information or should I say story that my grandmother told me, revealing a revelation about a connection between you and I." Chuck explained.

"A connection? What sort of connection might that be? Tell me the story, Bass." Funk mused.

"In the story my grandmother told, it was revealed sir that you...are my biological father..." Chuck admitted his voice trailing off in the end.

Winston Funk pondered that thought momentarily, then broke out in a sly grin and replied "Oh that's impossible because I always used protection back then, because of hiv and whatever else was going around."

"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I know for sure that sometimes things happen with such things and that it could've very well happened in this case." Blair admitted cautiously.

"Yes I know that much is true...everyone does! It's just that I always tried to be cautious back then...although I do remember something now...yes I remembered now, though I'm not sure how it coordinates with your life story, but here's what I remembered from that time. It was in the summer of 1990 and I was asked to straighten out a deal with a man named Horne, who owned a hotel. At the time, Horne's teenage daughter Audrey was still living there, and although we weren't romantically involved at first, we soon became so. Then after several weeks, my business there was nearly finished and I was summonsed to Brazil, however on the day I was going to leave on my private jet, an old pickup suddenly pulled up in front of me and I can still remember Audrey, with her dark hair and black & white houndstooth coat, come running across the tarmac to flag me down. She then told me that she loved me, and since I couldn't stay, she begged me to do her in the back of my private jet since she was a virgin...and hey how could I resist? I'm sure you can imagine..." Winston chuckled as he recalled the memory.

"Ah indeed I can..." Chuck said bemused, as he shot a sly glance a Blair, who blushed slightly.

"So...ahem...what happened next?" Blair asked, interrupting their musings.

"Well...I flew off to Brazil, leaving her behind..." he began.

"You cad!" Blair gasped, interrupting him.

"Blair, that's enough!" Chuck said.

"...I had intended to come back for Audrey, eventually, but then I'd learned she'd suddenly married Bartholomew Bass and had moved to New York...so I'd figured I was too late. I also stayed in Brazil a few years longer than I'd anticipated, partially due to some...let's say financial issues I had at the time...anyway there was a plane crash in South America in about 1998, which I didn't pay very much attention to, until I received a letter the next day...from Audrey. Apparently, she was having a difficult marriage...and she was flying to Brazil to be with me, on the plane that had just crashed. It was then that I decided to change my name so that things like that wouldn't happen again." Winston admitted.

"So let me get this straight...Chuck's mother passed when he was eight? Not when he was a baby?" Blair asked, surprised.

"Yes...apparently so...if Audrey Horne Bass was your mother, Chuck. Audrey Horne Bass...ha ha quite the name! I didn't realize it until now." Winston admitted, bemused.

"That was my mother's name...you..." Chuck growled.

"I'm sorry son, I...ha ha, perhaps you are my son then? I knew you couldn't have gotten your looks from Bart Bass! Well, I hope you haven't come here to ask for money or expect to move in with me, because even though its top of the line, its still just a bachelor pad." Winston admitted.

"We have our own place, so no we don't need to move in with you...dad." Chuck replied.

"That's great, Chuck. We did you say? So are you two already living together? Or is it more than that?" Winston asked as he glanced at Chuck and Blair, who let a look pass between them.

"Well sir...it is a bit more than that. Chuck and I are actually married and have a three month old son, named Matthew." Blair admitted.

"Oh really? You two certainly work fast! Ha ha, so was it a situation like Audrey and I in the jet? Did you knock her up in your dad's helicopter or something?" Winston joked.

"Not quite, but now that you mention it..." Chuck slyly mused.

"Chuck that's enough! Save it for later..." Blair teasingly scolded.

"...Although it didn't happen there, it is an interesting story. Anyway your story about my mother and yourself was rather coincidental since Blair requested my services in the back of my limo, to which I was happy to oblige...and I know she enjoyed it." Chuck said slyly with a smug grin.

"Ah touché son! Apparently the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Well I supposed if nothing else, this proves that your my son...always able to give a woman the pleasure she deserves...and you are my daughter-in-law...and I have a grandchild? Wow...that is something I need to think over!" he said contemplating the matter.

"I apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you, Mr. Funk..." Blair said, breaking the silence.

"Call me dad, if you want to...No, it's not an inconvenience, just a surprise that's all. And not a bad one either. Still though it would make company merger all the more pertinent if you so desire..." Funk said slyly.

"No, Bass Industries is not for sale! Not to you or to my uncle, for that matter. And if you attempt to buy me out through that channel, let's just say that my solicitors have plenty of information on you which I would imagine you wouldn't want released either." Chuck said authoritatively.

"Ah you want to keep the legacy Bart left you? Well again I salute you son, for your desire to stand strong because that is what it takes to survive in the business world. I'll respect your decision, for now. Anyway, to celebrate our new found family connections, have a drink on me, son." Winston said as he poured a glass of cognac and handed it to Chuck.

"To family!" Winston Funk offered up in a toast with Chuck and Blair, just as Samantha entered the office saying that she needed to speak with him, so the younger couple excused themselves and went out to their waiting limo. On the ride back to the Blair's office, Chuck and Blair started talking about their meeting with Winston Funk, with Blair agreeing with Chuck's initial opinion but also seeing how Chuck and Funk could be related.

Once they got to the office, they picked their son up from daycare, and took him with them to the Palace, where Chuck had to finish up some things while Blair and the baby relaxed in their suite. Blair had just fed the baby, had taken a shower, and was relaxing in a robe and some lingerie she kept there, when suddenly she sensed Chuck come in and lay on the bed beside her.

"Hmm...hello Chuck, so are you done for the day?" Blair yawned.

"Yes...and I came here to be with you...to finish what we started in the limo..." Chuck said as he rolled a leg over on her and began kissing her.

"Finish what we started hmm...well this is a good start...but I can't wait for the finish." Blair laughed as threw her leg over his hip to get closer to him.

"Oh you know me, I always finish what I start, you can better believe it...my delicious wife." Chuck said seductively.

"Ah then go ahead, my delectable husband, but don't take too long..." Blair laughed as she kissed and caressed him back, letting Chuck know how much she desired him too, causing him to playfully growl with desire too as they had their time in their suite.

Chapter 31

After a while they woke up, realizing that they'd both fallen asleep after being together. Blair because she was pregnant again, and Chuck because he regularly did after a good round. Chuck suddenly felt like he had to go to the bathroom, so he rolled away from his wife to climb out of bed, but Blair had other ideas and pulled on his arm.

"Aw...Chuck...don't leave me yet..." Blair playfully moaned, reaching for him.

"Uh, Blair I have to go..." Chuck groaned, trying to pull away.

"No...not yet...come on...I'm not done with you yet, Mr. Bass..." Blair seductively chuckled as she pounced on top of him, practically pinning him to the bed, as she started to playfully kiss him and pull his pajama pants down.

"Uh Blair...I love it when you're like this...but seriously I have to go..." Chuck groaned as he rolled her over onto her back and crouched over her to get up, when suddenly he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Sorry Blair but I had to go!" Chuck said as he jumped out of be and ran to the bathroom.

"Ew...what was that? I'm all wet! CHUCK! YOU PEED ON ME?!" Blair gasped as she felt her wet nightie and the bed, which smelled of urine.

"Ha...I was just marking my territory...Blair!" Chuck teased from the bathroom.

"Marking your territory? By peeing on me? That's so gross! And you're worse than your son!" Blair moaned.

"Hey, I'm just marking what's mine, and anyway our son, he takes after the best!" Chuck laughed.

"You say so...Argh, now I'll have to strip the bed because it's all wet...and so am I..." Blair moaned as she pulled off her wet nightie, then started stripping the bed.

"Eh I'm sorry Blair, but I had to go. And sometimes when a man has to go, he has to go..." Chuck said as he stepped out of the bathroom, still half dressed himself, and glanced at Blair who was still pulling the sheets off the bed. "Hmm...that is certainly a sight to see! My hot wife, half naked and half pregnant with junior number two, changing her own bedsheets...I was going to tell you to let the maids take care of it...but it looks like you have it under control."

"Well you could help me, Chuck. Then it'd get done faster." Blair chided him.

"No...I think you have it all under control." Chuck mused.

"Lazy ass!" Blair moaned.

"Ha ha...I'd like to just watch because you look hot right now, changing the bed...I should take a picture!" Chuck teased as he grabbed his cell phone and went to take a picture.

"No you don't Chuck! I look like a mess! Give me that!" Blair yelled as she dropped the bed sheet and lunged after Chuck.

"No even better, it'll be a video! Two minutes of Blair Gone Wild!" Chuck laughed, holding the phone out of her reach.

"What?! No Chuck, give the phone back to me!" Blair yelled as she tried to wrestle the phone out of his hands.

"Hey it's my phone, Blair! No don't do that..." Chuck laughed as Blair tried to tickle him, then she grabbed the phone and yelled "Ha ha I got it!" but he playfully grabbed her and the phone and said "Ha not quite Blair! Ooh this will make a nice boob shot!" as he snapped a picture.

"Chuck! Oh you! Give me that so I can delete the picture!" Blair gasped as she grabbed the phone again. When she had the phone though, she suddenly decided to turn the tables on Chuck, and took a photo of him after she'd pulled down his pajama bottoms.

"Ha ha nice crotch shot, Chuck, so now we're even!" Blair laughed, as he grabbed for the phone and she shut it off.

"All right, Blair, nice game...I was going to suggest other games we could play...but you nearly wore me out chasing you around the room for the cell phone." Chuck laughed as he sat on a chair.

"Aw are you getting out of shape dear? You'll have to fix that someday soon. Anyway, I don't know how we could've played other games, since you...marked your territory...all over the bed...and ME?!" Blair chided him.

"Oh I'm sorry Blair, but I had to go...and anyway I've always wanted to do that to you ever since this conversation I once had with Nate. I'd meant it as a joke, but..." Chuck joked as his voice trailed off.

"You wanted to do that to me? You're weird Chuck...I'm going to go take a shower, you finish making the bed!" Blair fumed, as she shoved the dirty bedding at him and stormed off into the shower.

Blair had been standing in the shower for only a few minutes, when she suddenly felt a presence and turned around to find Chuck standing behind her, looking apologetic.

"Chuck what are you doing here? I thought you had to make the bed?" Blair asked sarcastically.

"It's all taken care of. Anyway, I'm sorry for taking a piss on you, Blair. Though you do have to admit it was funny, since I didn't plan it, despite what I'd said. Do you forgive me?" Chuck apologized with a grin.

"Perhaps...but you'll have to work for it. Which you can start with by helping me wash my hair...all of it." Blair teased.

"All of it?" Chuck mused.

"Yep, all of it. And help me shave my legs and arm pits and so forth." Blair teased.

"Shave? Sounds sexy, but I thought you used that cream stuff to remove the hair?" Chuck asked.

"What, Nair? Oh Chuck ever since I've been pregnant with your babies, for some reason I've been allergic to Nair! I break out in a rash! It's nasty stuff!" Blair whined.

"Are you sure it wasn't...anything else?" Chuck asked a little cautiously.

"I'm positive it's not that, so don't worry. Nope, it's just the Nair you made me allergic to...but if you help me shave, I don't think I'll mind." Blair laughed.

"I made you allergic to Nair? Sorry...but ha ha, that's too sweet! Yeah I'll help you shave...if you help me with my face...is that a deal?" Chuck laughed seductively.

"All right, Chuck, it's a deal..." Blair laughed as she handed Chuck her ladies razor and lifted her arm to let him help her.

Chuck's help though, not only included helped her shave her armpits, legs, and bikini line, but also following it up with kisses from his sensuous mouth to those places, making their experience shower all the more enjoyable indeed.