True Love Waits novel Chapter 743

Before Blair said anything, Wesley took Sheffield from her arms.

Just then, Ingrid came to the living room and walked over to them. "Sheffield... Wesley? Blair? Hello! When did you get here?"

"We've been here for a while. Ingrid, is this your son?" Blair's eyes sparkled as she looked at Ingrid.

"Yes, he is. This little boy is so naughty he runs about everywhere. I have to keep an eye on him all day long. Sheffield, come here and let me hold you," Ingrid said while spreading her arms out.

The little boy, however, shook his head and reached out his hands to Blair. "Aunt... Hug..."

Blair and Ingrid burst into laughter, amused by the adorable boy. Wesley, on the other hand, wore a deadpan face the whole time.

With a smirk, Ingrid squinted her eyes at her son and explained, "My son loves pretty girls. That's why he wants you to hug him, Blair. Sheffield, come here before your uncle Wesley gets angry."

Ingrid picked her son up from Wesley's arms and sat him down on her lap.

Blair turned to look at Wesley and was unsurprised with his expressionless face. She playfully reached for Sheffield and said, "Ingrid, let me play with him for a while. I don't have anything else to do. Hi baby, do you want a hug?"

Sheffield giggled and practically threw himself into Blair's arms. His little face glowed from a light within, and his miniature fingers grasped hers and held tight.

After a while, Mooney came back carrying paper bags in his hands. Blair and Sheffield were squatted under a tree, observing ants, while Wesley was chatting with Ingrid.

Wesley got up and took the paper bags politely. "Thank you for the medicines, Grandpa Mooney."

"No worries. Decoct the herbs with red dates. One pack of herbs should last you three days. Drink the liquid three times a day. There are five packs in total. I think fifteen days is enough to cure your wife," Mooney said.

Blair walked up to them holding Sheffield's hand, and upon hearing Mooney's words, she cried out, "Five packages? Three times a day?" Suffice it to say, Blair wasn't very fond of Chinese medicines because they were bitter.

Mooney chuckled at her response. "If you two want to become parents, you must take the medicines. Otherwise, the chances of you getting pregnant are very slim."

Blair cast a reproachful glance at Wesley. 'It's all his fault! Why does he want to have a child so urgently?'

Ingrid laughed, picking her son up and said, "Don't complain, Blair. It's only for two weeks. I know people who have to take Chinese medicines for almost a year. You should be thankful for being so lucky."

Wesley looked at the paper bags and then asked Blair, "You know you don't have to take these medicines if you don't want to, right?"

"But you said you wanted to have a baby. What choice do I have apart from these medicines?"

"I am okay with not having a child," said Wesley. The seriousness in his voice showed that he meant every word. If Blair really didn't want to have a baby, he would not force her.

Mooney smiled and said, "What are you talking about? Look at my great-grandson. Isn't he lovely? Don't you want a baby as lovely as him for yourselves?" Mooney gestured with his eyes at Sheffield, who seemed busy playing with his own fingers.

Blair looked at Sheffield and then sighed heavily, "He is so cute. I'll have these medicines." 'If Wesley wants to have a baby, I'll do it for him.'

The thought of having a baby as lovely as Sheffield and Patrick gave Blair more confidence.

Mooney nodded and then said, "Apart from helping with pregnancy, these medicines have other benefits!"

"Really?" Blair's eyes widened.

"Yes! These medicines can help with the tummy ache during your period as well," said Mooney.

"That's great!" Stomach aches and cramps were problems she dreaded during her period. Blair felt relieved to know that the medicines would work to help her in more than one way.

After saying their goodbyes to Mooney, Ingrid and Sheffield, Wesley and Blair then went to the supermarket first, so they could buy some red dates and a pot to decoct the medicines.

After they got home, Blair wanted to decoct the medicines on her own, but Wesley wouldn't allow it.

He insisted on decocting the medicines for her. After almost two hours, he entered the study with a bowl of thick, mushy black liquid and found Blair working on her laptop. "Wash your hands and drink this," he said.