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.

kid in his arms

poor thing,'

took him out and went different places for fun. She found that her son was quite popular wherever she went. Waving to him, smiling, and even saying hi.

how to goosestep! He taught the other children how to march like a soldier. His tone sounded like Wesley.

Blair shook her

kid to be a soldier too? So when

thought about all this, her phone rang. Speak of the devil. She picked up the phone and launched into an interrogation. "Did you teach our son how to goose-step?" "Yeah. He 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, he felt embarrassed. Of course, Blair had a different opinion. She couldn't care less how good

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

Good thing that was the best praise the strict Wesley could give a two-year-old boy. "Okay, let's drop it. I have another question. Why does he have only overalls?

silence, he replied succinctly, "I

why are they all

to carry,"

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

keep it in mind. I'll buy some new clothes for him

you I have

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

"I will. Honey..."

"Yes?"

need a kiss from

say. She was in a public place, with the other kids' parents near her. She felt stupid to make kissing sounds over the phone. "No. I'm outside. People will hear me,"

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

would live like a ghost

protests, Blair felt helpless. Since when did Wesley become so childish? With no choice, she turned around and made the kissing sound. "Muah!" As soon as she was done, she turned back to watch their son again, making sure he was safe. "Is that

wish I could feel your

"That's enough. Off