True Love Waits novel Chapter 769

Blair didn't understand. Her eyes were open the whole time. Why did Wesley blame her for not opening her eyes to look at Chubby Monkey?

As she was trying to figure this out, Wesley turned and carried Chubby Monkey away, saying that he was taking Chubby Monkey to meet his new mom.

Blair was heartbroken. She yelled Wesley's name as she dashed towards the black hole as fast as her two feet could carry her.

She jumped into it and started falling. It was so dark she had to close her eyes. Darkness always scared her. The sensation of falling gave her vertigo.

She didn't know how much time had passed. When she opened her eyes again, a bright light could be seen. The glare forced her to shut her eyes again.

She didn't know where she was. The air smelled of roses.

But she hadn't found Wesley yet. She couldn't keep her eyes shut. She'd never see him that way.

She tried to open her eyes, and that was when she saw Wesley.

Their eyes met. He looked happy and affectionate. "Chubby Monkey..." she said in a hoarse voice.

Wesley was confused. "What's this about a monkey?"

Blair shook her head. "My son..."

The joy in his eyes faded. "Honey, shouldn't I be the one you want to see most?"

"You're taking my son away..." She was so weak she started gasping for air.

Wesley kissed her on the lips. His eyes reddened with tears. "Honey, I missed you so much."

"Chubby Monkey... No... My son..." Blair had never seen her son before. Did he look like the Chubby Monkey in her dream?

Wesley called the family physician first. Then he called Cecelia to ask her to bring Gifford upstairs.

When Cecelia saw that Blair was awake, she laughed and cried tears of joy. "Ah! Blair, you're finally awake!"

"Mom..." Blair called weakly. But her eyes quickly landed on the little guy standing beside Cecelia. He was clutching a toy, staring at her.

And he did look exactly like Chubby Monkey.

Wesley gestured Gifford to come forward. "Your mom's awake. Come and talk to her."

This was the first time Gifford had seen Blair with her eyes open. He needed a little time to adjust. For a moment, he was quiet. Then he toddled alongside the bed, holding the bedspread for support.

Blair was excited. She moved towards the edge of the bed to touch Gifford. He was a bit shy, though, and tried to move backwards. He fell on bottom, the diaper providing a cushion.

Wesley frowned at his reaction. He squatted down and hugged him. "What did I tell you? Do you remember who she is?"

Gifford nodded and dropped the toy. He walked up to Blair, held her hand and called, "Mommy."

Tears poured down her face. She sobbed uncontrollably.

The family physician arrived fairly quickly. After giving Blair a thorough physical examination, he concluded that she was doing great. With a little more time to recuperate, she would be fully recovered.

When they were left alone, Wesley looked at Blair affectionately.

"You must be tired. Wanna lie back down?"

"I don't."

"What's wrong?"