“I turned into you!" she stormed.

If she wasn't injured, she would have kicked him-hard. Maybe even punched him too.

Wesley was not happy, either. But he could only blame himself. It was his fault that Blair ended up with Miller. If he hadn't turned her down, she wouldn't have gotten engaged to that cheating scumbag.

He did have regrets. Every missed opportunity with Blair was a regret.

He took her into his arms ruefully, kissed her hair and apologized,

"I'm sorry."

Blair thought he was apologizing for what he said to her.

“Don't ever talk about that stuff,” she snorted. She had never had sex with

Miller. They never even shared a passionate kiss.

“I won't. Ever." He stroked her cheek.

“Don't see Miller again."

Because of his apology, her anger vanished. What wafted in the air now was affection and romance. There never was a sweeter scent.

“That's easy. I don't even talk to him. He's out of my life." After

Wesley had beaten up Miller, the family cut contact with her. And she was just fine with that.

"Good." Wesley wanted to kiss her, but he didn't. He thought of Orion, who had been trying to make ties with Blair, even coming to the hospital to take care of her, and it bugged him.

Stroking her hand, he offered, “You took care of me previously. Time for me to return the favor." Until she was totally healed.

"You don't need to. You're still recuperating. And your wound reopened in the fight. That must have hurt a lot." Her hand brushed across his body.

“No, it didn't hurt." He was used to all kinds of injuries. It was her he was worried about. She didn't have his training, his level of pain tolerance. She was probably in a lot of pain. And when he thought of that, he had a sobering thought. She was hurting because of him. Wesley felt guilty.

Blair fell asleep in his arms as the night wore on.

The next morning, when she woke up, Wesley wasn't there. But Hartwell and Joslyn were, sitting in the ward.

Joslyn was due next month. Hartwell had pawned off his workload onto his coworkers, so he could spend time with his wife and see his baby be born.

“Hartwell, Joslyn, when did you get here?" Blair asked. She turned to look out the window with bleary eyes. It was light out by now.

Joslyn rose from the sofa, walked over and sat on the bed-with

Hartwell's help. She was pretty big now.

“Bless, you're awake. How're you feeling? Does it still hurt?" she asked with concern.