"She's not doing too well?’ Blair sneered.

"The apartment is yours. The decision is yours to make. I won't get in the way of that."

The thought of being under the same room with Megan seemed Like an absolutely impossible suggestion. However, she didn't want to put

Wesley in an awkward situation

"Blair!" He called her name out loud, clearly a bit angry.

“What?" she answered impatiently.

In a stern voice, he stressed, “The apartment is ours, not just mine alone. That's our home. You have the right to make a decision."

Blair flashed a sweet smile.

"Fine. Promise me that it will just be for a few days? Let her leave as soon as possible."

“Okay, no problem."

“And I'm going to set three rules."

“Whatever you want."

Blair happily replied, “I'm not going to talk to her myself, so you need to tell her my conditions. First of all, no matter what happens, she's not allowed to enter our bedroom." That was their most private place in the apartment. She didn't want any outsiders in there, especially Megan.

The soldier grinned at the woman's ability to be so sweet and petty at the same time.

“Okay, what's the second rule?"

"Second, keep the apartment clean. She must clean up after herself."

“Easy.”

“Third, she's not allowed to bring any guests to our home... Oh, there's one more rule. She has to call me ‘Aunt Blair.’ That's all."

“I see. I'LL pass on your words to her."

“Mmm hmm. Well...when will you be back?" she asked quietly. It had been almost seventy days since they had seen each other. She missed him so much that she was on the verge of becoming depressed.

“Not sure yet, but it'll be before the end of next month!" Give or take, forty days to go.

After this mission, Wesley was planning on staying with Blair Longer than he did the last time.

“Okay, I see." Blair talked with Wesley for a while longer before hanging up.

The next day, Megan showed up at their apartment with her luggage. When

Blair came back home from work, the girl was already inside sitting idly on the couch, watching TV.