Wesley? When are you going to ask him out? I want a grandson! Blair, think about me. If- Wait, I probably need to talk to Wesley, huh?"

Blair couldn't agree more.

Cecelia took a while to think, and then asked, "Blair, you Like Wesley, right?"

Blair flushed and nodded.

“How much do you like him? Enough to do anything for him?" Cecelia continued.

Blair nodded again. She owed him her life. Doing things for him was the least she could do.

“ALL right then. I have an idea. It'll bring you and Wesley together.

Want to hear it?" Cecelia said.

"Yeah." Then Cecelia told her about her plan.

Afterwards, she added, “What do you think? We can let Niles in on it too."

When she heard what Cecelia had planned, Blair gaped at her.

“It's like

@ soap opera," she commented.

"It doesn't matter. No better time than the present. We have to give it ago."

Blair weighed the matter in her mind. Nothing was more important than being with Wesley.

"No problem! I'm on board, Aunt Cecelia," she decided.

That evening, Wesley received a call from his mom.

"Boo...hoo..

“What's wrong, Mom?" Wesley was worried when he heard his mom crying on the phone. Did someone mess with Cecelia? Unlikely. No one had the guts for that. Wesley made sure of it.

“Son, it's about Blair... She... Oh, my God! I can't believe it.

Blair... Boo...hoo..." Cecelia sounded devastated.

And it was about Blair. Wesley's heart tightened in a knot.

"What happened to her, Mom?" He just called the hospital that afternoon. The doctor told him she was fine.

“The doctor...just told me that... Blair has cancer of the liver.

She's....dying...She's such a sweet girl. It's so unfair.