from the summer writing prompts you posted - plastic party cups :)
hiii tysm this prompt is so fun!! I'm gonna do this for chair ik u didn't specify a ship so sorry if u had someone else in mind 😭 still I really hope u enjoy it 🤍🤍
Sand is still sprinkled throughout the house, the remnants of bare feet running up and down between their private beach and the garden and what feels like every single room inside. It crunches under Blair's toes as she sneaks a slice of cake from the kitchen, the white and purple icing still soft, before spinning on her heel, humming as she returns to the den- the only room devoid of sand- and gently shakes her feet before crossing the threshold. Even in the dim light she can see the fond smile on Chuck's face as he lounges on the couch.
"I've never been more grateful for hardwood flooring," she sighs, reclining into her husband's arms, "remind me of today if I ever suggest we get carpets"
He swipes a finger in the icing before Blair can, prompting her to whip her head around with a pout on her lips. He brings his finger to her mouth in a peace offering, letting her lick it off.
"You know," Chuck drawls, absentmindedly running his hand up and down her arm, "this is the second time someone's eaten icing off of me today"
Blair laughs, "well Darcy did tell me she was 'a little sorry' for eating your cake"
He brushes his lips over her ear, "I'd rather eat yours anyway"
"Behave Bass," she says playfully around a forkful of sponge, "the night is still young"
They sit in silence for a moment until the cake is gone, the two of them alternating bites. As Blair leans across to set the plate on the table she catches sight of the bottle of Dom on the table, along with the accompanying drinkware, and can't help the laugh that bubbles up her throat. Purple plastic cups emblazoned with Henry's smiling face, a request by the birthday boy himself, sit proudly on the glass tabletop.
"They were the only ones I could find" Chuck says behind her, and she doesn't have to look back at him to see the glint in his eye, she knows it's there.
"You have a whole bar," she gestures across the room to the sleek panelled bar that's been in the den for over a decade stocked with every type of glass they could possibly need, "right here"
"It was closed," he replies smoothly, "besides I thought these were more appropriate for today"
He pours the champagne in both cups, clinking them together teasingly before handing Blair hers. The bubbles tickle down her throat, past the knot that's forming as she looks at Henry's face beaming back at her.
"I can't believe he's twelve," she says simply, curling into Chuck's side and burying her face against his shirt, "we really have a twelve-year-old, Chuck"
"And an eight-year-old and a two-year-old," he muses, "I thought being melancholic about your children ageing was overblown, and yet here we are. It feels like yesterday he wasn't even twelve months old trying to run around in here"
"And he couldn't walk so he kept pulling himself up on this couch" Blair says fondly, "and next year he'll be thirteen!" she exclaims as if it's just dawned on her, "we'll have a teenager"
"And a three-nager. If she's anything like Grace that might be worse"
Blair laughs again, joy diffusing the ache that had spread through her chest, "at least we'll get it out of the way at the same time"
Now it's Chuck's turn to laugh, "and we'll know what to expect in another decade. I just-" he pauses, causing Blair to tilt her head up, reassuring him that he has all the time in the world to talk, "I just want him to enjoy being a child for as long as he can"
"He is. Because of you," Blair pushes herself up to look at him fully, running her free palm down his cheek, "we're drinking from plastic party cups, he got a Minecraft hoodie and Star Wars lego, and played Mario Kart for three hours just so everyone had a turn. When I turned twelve I asked my mother for Chanel and pearls"
"And you wore a veil at your party because you wanted to look like Audrey in Funny Face"
"Of course. Nathaniel was terrified it meant you two were engaged, so I told him you'd never combine your birthday with an engagement party. It'd be too gauche," he tilts his head down to kiss her, "Henry's still a child because of you, too," he husks, "he told me earlier that you've never made him feel like he has to grow up too fast"
"Neither have you," Blair says softly, sighing against his jaw, "I guess twelve won't be that different. It's just another milestone we get to reach together"
She leans up to kiss him again, the last dredges of champagne sloshing inside the cup and threatening to spill onto her fingers. Chuck deftly takes it from her fingers, placing the mostly empty cups on the table, and pulls her into his lap, their tongues meeting and fizz overflowing between them. Blair pulls back for a second, and she doesn't have to speak for Chuck to instinctively reach across and turn the cups around so Henry's face isn't looking at them.
"Now," Blair says, her lipstick smeared and cheeks warm, "I believe I owe you something to eat"