True Love Waits

One of Keith's comrades-in-arm had passed away, so Baldwin and Cecelia accompanied the older man to attend the funeral. They informed Blair that they wouldn't come back home that night. The maid was on leave too. Hence, Blair and Gifford were the only ones left at home.

"Yes!" Gifford nodded. Although he didn't understand anything about the dishes, he planned on eating anything she cooked. Moreover, he found it relaxing to be with his mom. He was happy the whole day. His mom would ask his opinions before making a decision, unlike his dad, who decided everything by himself.

Blair walked hand-in-hand with Gifford, with bags of ingredients and groceries in her other hand. She was quite tired. After all, she was still recovering her health.

She sighed. It dawned on her how amazing some full-time mothers were. They had to take care of their kid all alone, and some of them had to take care of two or more kids at the same time. She admired them for their devotion.

The supermarket wasn't too far away from home, so Blair didn't hail a cab. After making sure that the little one wasn't tired, they walked back home.

Before she began to cook, she told Gifford to play with the toys in the living room. She stressed that he wasn't allowed to go anywhere, and if he needed the toilet, he had to go find her in the kitchen. His safety was her priority.

The little boy nodded, holding the toys in his hands. "Mommy, don't worry. I won't go out."

Blair kissed his cheek and walked into the kitchen.

The mother and son duo enjoyed their dinner. Gifford loved his mom's cooking and ate more than usual. His tummy was already full and round, but he still pointed at the tofu.

Blair touched his big belly. Worried that he would be overstuffed, she shook her head. "No, you can't eat anymore. I'll cook this for you again tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy." Blair smiled tenderly. She realized that her son was very obedient. He said yes to almost everything. While she did the dishes, she wondered what kind of man her son would grow up to be. She imagined he would be a very considerate gentleman.

After a while, it was time to bathe. The little boy was shy since this was the first time that Blair was going to bathe him. As soon as she undressed him, Gifford covered his crotch with both his hands and sat in the bathtub.

Blair laughed. "I'm your mom. Why are you so shy?"

turned his back to

Blair. Eventually, she got everything done and tucked the

the night, a fit of coughing shook Blair

little one beside her. She hastily turned on the bedside lamp and

you okay?" she asked worriedly as she patted his back. She didn't have much experience in taking care of a kid. Not

said, "I'll get some

the little boy

on the night stand, Gifford started to throw up

scared the wits out of Blair. She jumped off the

wipe his mouth. Then, she got a glass of water and

removed the covers and called Wesley, only to hear the cold, automated voice. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service..." Blair hit her forehead with her hand, feeling stupid. She remembered

out of town and Niles had moved out to live with

choice, she decided to take her son to the hospital herself. She got dressed quickly

changed him into comfortable ones. Wrapping him in a coat, she carried the boy in her arms and walked

key to the car which was installed with a child seat. After buckling him up, she gently caressed the little boy's cheek and comforted him, "Baby, Mommy is taking you to the hospital

nodded weakly, and leaned back

carried the fifteen-kilogram boy in her arms the whole time. When she was inside the doctor's office, she was

caused by unhygienic food. But I can't confirm it

problem with her cooking? If it turned out that her son had fallen sick because of the food she had

in her arms again, Blair went up and down the hospital to finish the formalities. By

night. I close my...eyes." He spoke inarticulately. It took Blair a little

was taped onto his forehead, since the veins on his head were easier to find. Blair looked at the boy lovingly and planted a kiss on the other side of his forehead. "Good night, my dear baby." Gifford closed his other eye