Being a Waldorf was a lot to get used to, especially since you married into the name, a maid bringing you breakfast in bed, waking up next to Blair every morning, she still liked to cook for you, she was your wife after all, she enjoyed it.

"Blueberry or chocolate chip pancakes tonight, baby?" Blair would ask, glossy lips pressing against your cheek as her arms encircle your waist, her dark brown hair spilling over your shoulder as she presses a kiss to it.

"I could just have Dorota make it, but I like it better when I cook for us."