True Love Waits

Gifford was almost three years old, and Blair was now seven months pregnant with her second child.

One night, the little boy woke up because he had to pee. He turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed and went to his bathroom.

As he walked out of the bathroom, he suddenly remembered the monsters from his favorite cartoon-Journey to the West. He quickly opened the door and ran towards his mom's bedroom. When he arrived at the door, Gifford heard strange noises coming from the room.

He turned the doorknob quietly and popped his head into the room. What he saw shocked him! His mom was pressed against the bed, and his dad was bullying her!

The young boy was angered.

Gifford pushed the door open, and ran towards the bed, crying loudly, "Mommy!" He was terrified for her.

Wesley had heard noises at the door while he was having sex with Blair. But he was too focused to stop and take a look. He didn't expect his son to barge in like this.

Wesley immediately covered them with the quilt. Crying, Gifford stood next to the bed and tried to lift the quilt off his parents. "I won't love you anymore, Daddy! How could you bully Mommy like that?" he cried. Embarrassed, Blair grabbed the quilt tightly to stop him from lifting it. Gifford, on the other hand, wanted to drive Wesley out of the bed, so he kept tugging at the quilt.

Since Blair was pregnant, Wesley hadn't had the chance to have sex with her for a long time. He had pleaded with her for so long, and she had finally agreed. Yet, their romantic moment was interrupted by their only son. Wesley was so mad, and Gifford's cries made him even angrier.

He threw back the quilt and began to put on his pajamas in front of his son.

Gifford, who had been crying nonstop, raised his head. When he saw his naked father, he was shocked and lowered his head to look at his own. He stopped crying.

'Daddy's willy is so terrifying! Mine is cuter,' he thought.

In order to not wake up the elders, Wesley closed the bedroom door. He had no idea that his son was secretly feeling sorry for him.

'Does Daddy feel inferior because of his horrible willy? I feel bad for him now. I better continue to love him...' The little boy was deep in thought.

of the night?" Wesley asked and patted lightly on Gifford's head. He didn't use much strength, and the boy was too indulged in his own thoughts to respond. Blair thought that her son was too terrified by what he

came up with an excuse. "Mommy wasn't feeling well, and Daddy was giving me a massage." "Daddy, are you feeling bad?" Gifford asked. He was actually asking whether Wesley was

in a serious tone. He didn't know why his son had asked whether he was feeling bad, but he was definitely

his

get some rest, and

his

midnight. "It's late. You can't

retorted in disbelief, "You are lying! If we can't eat snacks in the middle of the night, then why is there

is only there to brighten the inside of the fridge when it is

you are doing now violates the heavenly rules. You will be pressed under the Five-Finger

so much into "Journey to the West" recently. So, he protested, "The Buddha and Monkey King are not real! They

the heavenly rules, they are going to become very real." Gifford's eyes widened. He didn't speak, nor could he sleep. He

here we are, way past twelve o'clock. If you don't sleep now, you will not be

Mommy!" the boy

mommy isn't feeling well. Let her sleep." Blair was probably more disturbed than he was

don't love me at

obvious?' Wesley

month that he was going to have a daughter. Since then, his whole attention had been focused on the baby

girl was born. He would take her

and tried to talk to his son in a calm voice. "Sleep now. You can see Mommy

want

couldn't find a way to vent his fury. He reached out his arms to hold the boy. But Gifford turned and avoided him. He quickly shut his

"Sleep well. Daddy won't leave until you fall asleep," he said in a soft

to go to his mom as soon as he got up