“I have no idea yet. But first thing's first. I need to move out."

Blair looked around the apartment that she had lived in for quite a while. She really loved this place-she thought this would be her future home.

“Great! Then you can move in with me. We can be roomies again! It'll make your aunt and uncle happy, too. They wouldn't like you living alone."

“No, no, no. I'm not moving into Uncle Adalson's house. And I wouldn't be alone. I'LL Live in the company dorm. Two girls to an apartment, it's not that bad." Blair didn't want to cause trouble for anyone. What was more, she wanted to stay on her own. She'd had someone around for so long, she wasn't sure she could.

Knowing what Blair was thinking, Joslyn sighed with profound resignation.

“Okay. Call me if you need me. I'm really worried about you."

"Come on! I was okay after my parents were gone. You think Wesley is more important than my parents to me? Nuh-uh. Don't worry, I plan to be around when you give birth."

Joslyn knew Blair was a strong woman despite her slight build.

“ALL right," she said.

“It's late. You better go to sleep cause your baby’s probably sleepy.

Good night," Blair said.

“Night, Bless."

After hanging up, Blair went back to her bedroom, climbed into bed and closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about anything. She was tired, tired of all this, tired of Wesley and his hot and cold attitude. She fell into a dreamless sleep.

In the office of Wesley's supreme commander

Wesley stood solemnly in front of his superior’s desk. He pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing.

The gray-haired old man banged on the application forms on the desk and stared at his favorite soldier. He used to be proud of Wesley, but now disappointment was written all over his face.

“You want to get married?

Now? Your immediate superior may have signed these forms, but I won't.

Don't ever think about it. Besides, they need the signature of your wife-to-be. No matter how many times you come to me, I won't sign them.

Get out! I don't want to see you right now."

“I won't leave unless you sign them." Wesley had been waiting for three days to see his superior. But the old man refused to see him, knowing what he wanted. Today, Wesley seized his chance and burst into his office.

“Bullshit! Wesley! You're going to be deployed soon! If you survive you'll probably get promoted. You are already pretty high in rank. If you get promoted, everyone will be jealous. It's a great honor. But marriage? That'll slow you down, distract you. If you fail, you might die and it could put your family in danger. Have you thought of that?”

The old man's anger grew. He had dark fantasies of pointing a gun at

Wesley. He just couldn't believe that Wesley would fall for a woman like that.

“Yes, I have." Wesley had thought about a lot of things for the past few days.