Blair turned around and walked towards her son. But Wesley grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into his arms. "Don't be mad. I was just teasing you. How about we go on a date tonight? I'll ask Mom to take care of Gifford."
She paused and met her son's curious gaze on them. The little boy was staring at his parents hugging each other. Blushing, she said, "How about we take him with us?"
Wesley refused without thinking twice. "No way. This will be our first date after you woke up. I don't want a third wheel."
"But don't you think he wishes to have fun with his dad and mom? He will feel miserable if we leave him behind." Blair didn't have the heart to leave their son behind at home while they enjoyed alone.
"Miserable? You're so wrong. He lives in comfort every day, with his grandmother spoiling him all the time; he eats only whatever he likes and plays as much as he wishes. I think he would be on cloud nine without me around him."
Blair burst out laughing. She leaned into his arms, as she watched the little boy play with his toys. "Listen to yourself. You make it sound like our son is a little tyrant who enjoys comforts and luxuries."
"Anyway, he's nothing like me. He's very picky about food too. We must correct his bad habits at a young age."
Blair sighed. The poor baby had been treated like a soldier ever since he was born. Wesley just couldn't let go of any chance he got to train the little boy.
Night fell very soon. Blair was doing her make-up in the bedroom when she heard a knock on the door. The maid's voice came from the other side. "Mrs. Li, Mr. Li is waiting for you at the gate."
"Got it. Thank you." Blair put down the eyebrow pencil, grabbed her coat and walked out.
Wesley was leaning against the car door, waiting patiently for his beloved.
When Blair saw the dashing man, she picked up her pace and ran towards him.
Wesley's expression changed abruptly. He hastily strode over and stretched out his arms to catch the running woman. When she was safe in his arms, he chided her in a worried tone, "You silly woman, why were you running? You're not well enough to run around yet. What if you trip over and fall?"
Standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked a kiss on his lips. She ignored his scolding and asked with a smile, "What are we having for dinner?"
He pinched the tip of her nose lovingly. With one hand on her waist, he opened the back door of his car and pulled out a bouquet of roses from the seat. "Didn't you say that you wanted to eat pork stomach and chicken soup?" he asked as he handed her the flowers.
Blair took the roses from him and breathed in the fragrance; it was a familiar scent.
After she had woken up, she got to know from Niles that Wesley had brought her a bouquet of fresh roses every day while she was in her coma.
Sometimes when he had to go on a mission, he would have someone change the flowers in the vase. Nothing stopped him.
"Stop buying these flowers. It's such a pity to throw them away every day." Blair sat in the passenger seat and repeated the words she had told him many times already.
As usual, Wesley smiled without giving her an answer.
She sighed, knowing that her words had fallen on deaf ears again.
Once he decided to do something, nothing could change his mind.
They went to a restaurant which served Chinese Hakka cuisine. The pork stomach and chicken soup was light-flavored—very suitable for Blair, who couldn't yet eat spicy foods.
Wesley ladled a bowl of creamy-white soup and blew it a few times before placing it in front of Blair. "It's still a bit hot. Be careful."
"Thanks."
"So? Spill it. Why did you want to buy me dinner all of a sudden?" Wesley asked as he put some vegetables into the hot pot.
Blair took a sip of the soup, smiling mysteriously. "I just wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
"For loving me, for taking care of me…For marrying me and spoiling me all the time." Whenever Wesley was home, he took care of every aspect of her life, in person. That was why she had recovered so quickly.
He shook his head. "I don't think I deserve a reward from you for loving you and taking care of you. I am your husband; it's my duty to do so."
Blair had given him everything—her youth, her body, and had even borne him a child. She took two bullets for him. She had been in a coma for nearly two years because of him… Whatever he did for her wouldn't be enough to make it up to her. And she had patiently waited for him for ten-odd years. Her love and loyalty were priceless to him.
Blair was moved by his words.
He treated her well like it was the most natural thing to do.
She reached out her hand with the huge diamond ring on it, and held his arm. "Honey, I want a second child with you."
If possible, she hoped it would be a girl. Like the saying goes: a daughter is like a lover from a father's past life. Blair wanted to bear him a daughter who would make him happy.
Wesley stopped eating and stared at her. "Are you saying that I don't work hard enough in bed?" Before she could explain, he added, feigning guilt, "My bad. I've been controlling myself because I didn't want to tire you out. Okay, this will be my top priority from now on. From tonight, we will have sex every night, and quickly have our second child."
Blair was dumbfounded. Did she say that the wrong way? She only meant to say that he didn't need to use condoms anymore. She wanted to get pregnant. He didn't work hard enough in bed? How could that be? She could hardly keep pace with him now. If he worked any harder, she would probably die in bed. Blair still remembered how miserable she had been back when Cecelia had doubted his sexual ability. "No, honey. That's not what I meant…"
"Honey, I understand. We'll have a second child soon, and it would be best if it was a boy." That way, there would be one more man to protect Blair.
"But I want a girl."
"No way. I only want boys."
Blair rolled her eyes at him. "Another boy? You want to give another soldier to the country? Or are you planning to pass down your position, your power, to your sons?" If that was the case, maybe she would consider giving birth to another boy.
"Just listen to what I say." He didn't give any further explanation.
"Mr. Li, that's not for us to decide. It all depends on our destiny." She made a face at him.
She was determined to go to a temple and pray for a beautiful daughter.
In fact, she desperately wanted a daughter with Wesley because she had seen how Carlos acted in front of his daughter. The cold CEO spoiled Evelyn to the hilt. He listened to everything the little girl said.
So, Blair was curious to know how a tough man like Wesley would spoil his daughter. She couldn't help laughing as she imagined the scene in her mind.
Wesley put down his chopsticks. He knew that his wife was plotting something devious in her mind. "What are you up to?"
Blair took the bowl of soup in her hand. Before eating it, she said quickly, "Nothing. Oh, I want to buy a new shaver for you after dinner. You've been using the old one for years."
"Don't bother. It works well. Didn't you want some snacks? I'll take you to the supermarket later."
"No!" she insisted. "I want to get a new one for you." Every time she set her mind to buy something for him, they would end up getting all the things that she needed, and he got nothing for himself.
