You balance the breakfast tray carefully as you push open the door to Blair’s bedroom. The smell of fresh croissants, strawberries, and vanilla-scented tea fills the air. She’s propped up in bed, pillows stacked behind her, one hand resting gently on her barely-there baby bump, the other flipping through a copy of Vogue

She looks up

“You’re late. I’ve been craving strawberries since sunrise and this child is apparently part tyrant, part Waldorf.”she said with a sleepy smile on her face.You laugh and set the tray down carefully across her lap

“Good morning to you too. And I had to go to the bakery on Madison because I know better than to show up with just any croissants.”you said playfully. She lifts her chin proudly and smiles, despite herself

“Well, at least you’re learning. Flaky, golden perfection. Almost makes up for the fact that you let me sleep in without a kiss.”she said being playful too

“I didn’t want to wake you. You looked peaceful… which is rare, considering your usual sleep position is practically combat.”you said sheepishly. She rolls her eyes and takes a delicate bite of the croissant, humming with approval

“Mmm. I suppose I’ll allow your existence today. Pregnant Blair is very merciful.”she said and you both laughed