“Wesley, if you're thinking what

I'm thinking, cut it out! I'll disown you if you cheat on Blair! I won't have a son like that!"

Wesley dropped the towel into the basin and looked at his son ponderously.

"Gifford."

The imp looked up at him and then went back to playing with his toy.

“Do you want a new mommy?" he asked the little guy

“A no mommy?" Gifford wasn't quite articulate yet.

"Yes. We need a new one. This one just isn't doing it.

I'll find you a new, more beautiful mommy. Okay?"

Furious, Cecelia raised a hand and was going to hit Wesley in the back of the head when he put one finger to his lips to shush her

Gifford didn't understand what Wesley meant.

“Why?" he asked.

“She keeps sleeping and doesn't even open her eyes to look at you. We don't want her anymore." Then a smug smile stole over Wesley's face. He saw Blair's finger twitch.

“Oh," Gifford responded, still confused.

Wesley stood up and gathered him up with one arm.

“Let's go meet your new mom."

Cecelia was also perplexed. But Wesley took her outside the room.

Blair was in the middle of a dream. A long one. She saw many people in her dream. And she was with her parents again.

They lived in a beautiful place. And it was just the three of them there. They were very happy.

Then one day, a chubby Little guy came into their life. He looked exactly Like her, and he even called her “Mama.”

She liked this little guy, because he looked like her, and acted Like

Wesley.

“Wesley! *

Only then did she remember Wesley.

She had lost her Wesley! She started looking for him everywhere, going up streets, and down alleys. Her utopia was now far away, barely visible on the horizon. But she couldn't find him anywhere.