Wesley's face grew gloomy. It's not Like he could stop her.

Blair couldn't care less. She traced her hands along his masculine physique.

"He has chocolate abs, strong waist and is a stallion in the sheets. I just can't keep my hands off him. What more could I want ina husband? I see the look on your face. I don't think you believe me.

Would you like your uncle Wesley to demonstrate? You should find a boyfriend like him. A man like that should make you happy.” After a short pause, she continued, “But there's only one Wesley, and he's mine. I know you want him, but too bad. What can you do? Poor Megan.”

Wesley squeezed Blair's hand.

"Enough."

“Honey, can you fix her up with someone? We are her aunt and uncle, after all. Maybe we could find someone good enough." After seeing the shrink, Blair felt great. She was more lively than she used to be. She used to avoid even seeing Megan. But after what Megan pulled, it was time for some payback.

"I don't want to play matchmaker," Wesley said bluntly. And it was true.

Blair frowned.

"Isn't this a shock? No one wants Megan."

Wesley was surprised to hear that. ‘That's not what I meant.’

“But don't get upset, girl. True, neither Carlos nor Wesley wants anything to do with you (and neither does anyone else), you should be okay. A manipulative little bitch like you should find some dirtball somewhere-just your type. Try going through trash bags, or hang around the red-light districts. Don't give up!"

Megan's hands were balled into fists.

She stood there, gnawing at her lower lip, tears threatening to fall.

Blair made a dismissive gesture.

“Fine, I'll stop. If your asthma kicks in, then I'm in for it. My husband punishes me for stuff Like that. You know how? By making love to me. I already told you how good he is. He's too much for me sometimes." Then she turned to Wesley.

"Okay, stick a fork in me; I'm done. Honey, don't be mad. Let's go home and make some babies."

At that moment, Wesley wanted to strangle Blair.

Without giving Megan a chance to say anything, Blair dragged him out of the ward.

At the door, Wesley thought of something and wanted to turn around and tell Megan. Blair blurted out, "Oh my God! Honey, I think I'm pregnant!"

“What?" That got his attention.

Blair held his hand and continued dragging him forward.

“I feel a pain in my belly. Am I in labor?"

“Then Let's go home! I'll help you have a baby!" Wesley had enough of her nonsense. He threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and strode out the hospital, Blair's protests falling on deaf ears.

He knew she already had her period that month. And now she claimed she was pregnant? And in Labor? Time for a Lesson