True Love Waits

"Men... protect girls!" Gifford answered earnestly.

"Who told you that?"

"Daddy!"

Blair looked at her son, a loving look in her eyes. She felt grateful to Wesley and Cecelia. They had taught him well.

The little boy was dressed in his pajamas. Blair thought she should help him get changed since she was taking him out of the house.

It was the first time she had dressed him. Previously, she was still recovering and Wesley didn't allow her to strain herself. No housework, no carrying their son. She had lain in bed most of the time.

As soon as she opened Gifford's closet, the strangest sight met her eyes. The shirts were normal-various styles, different colors. But almost all the pants were boys' overalls.

Confused, she looked down at the little boy who was also peering in the closet "You don't have any other pants? Just these?"

It wasn't until then that she realized her son had been dressed in boys' overalls every day.

The boy climbed into the closet and sat on the edge. Looking at his own clothes, he tried to find the words he knew to explain. "Daddy... helps me...fly..."

'W-what?' Blair was confused, trying hard to decipher her son's words. "Fly? How does he do that? I'm sorry, little one. I don't get it."

The little boy was a bit anxious. He didn't know how to explain to Blair. He stood up and grabbed a pair of overalls off the hanger. He clumsily climbed out of the closet, carrying the overalls, and then lay them on the floor. Blair was amused as she watched the little boy.

Then, the boy grabbed the straps, holding them in his little hand, and showed them to Blair.

A scene flew into her mind and she finally realized what he meant. "Does your daddy always carry you in his hand like this..." she asked as she clutched at the collar of his pajamas and pretended to lift him up. Gifford nodded, "Uh huh!" He didn't have a say in picking out the clothes. He could only wear whatever his daddy bought him.

Blair was rendered speechless. Wesley used to carry her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and now he carried their son in his hand like a bag of tomatoes.

hold the kid in his

you poor thing,' she

for fun. She found that her son was quite popular wherever she went. Waving to him, smiling, and even

how to goosestep! He taught the other children how to march like a soldier. His tone sounded like Wesley. Except that he couldn't string more than a couple

Wesley...' Blair shook

to be a soldier too? So

hasn't gotten it down yet." Wesley felt it a shame that Blair discovered it so soon. Their son's goose-stepping was still far below par. As his teacher,

kid playing with the others, Blair told the man off. "He's not even two years old, but you're training him to goose-step? Seriously? Isn't it

the best praise the strict Wesley could give a two-year-old boy. "Okay, let's drop it. I have another

a moment of silence, he replied succinctly,

why

easier to

was right! Blair looked up at the sky to hold back her anger, and then fixed her eyes on her son again. "He's your son. He's not a doll or a thing. You should hold him in your arms!" "Hey, hey. Don't get mad,

new clothes for him later. Why did

you I have another mission. Three

was sensitive about the word "mission." Aware of the secrecy of his job, she didn't ask any more questions, but cautioned in a tender voice, "I see. Be careful. I'll wait for you at home." The truth was, Blair still didn't know who Wesley worked for and where he was working. She knew it was somewhere in A Country, the place he

"I will. Honey..."

"Yes?"

a kiss

public place, with the other kids' parents near her. She felt stupid to make kissing sounds over the phone. "No.

you for a week. I'll miss you so much," he protested. In the past, Wesley believed it was silly to say you couldn't live without the one you loved. But now, with Blair in his life, he thought differently. Yes, he could live on if he lost Blair, but his world

live like a ghost without

become so childish? With no choice, she turned around and made the kissing sound. "Muah!" As soon as she was done, she turned back

I wish I could

enough. Off to work.