Wesley kissed her on the lips. His eyes reddened with tears.

“Honey, I missed you so much."

“Chubby Monkey... No... My son..." Blair had never seen her son before.

Did he look Like the Chubby Monkey in her dream?

Wesley called the family physician first. Then he called Cecelia to ask her to bring Gifford upstairs.

When Cecelia saw that Blair was awake, she Laughed and cried tears of joy.

“Ah! Blair, you're finally awake!"

“Mom..." Blair called weakly. But her eyes quickly Landed on the little guy standing beside Cecelia. He was clutching a toy, staring at her.

And he did look exactly Like Chubby Monkey.

Wesley gestured Gifford to come forward.

“Your mom's awake. Come and talk to her."

This was the first time Gifford had seen Blair with her eyes open. He needed a Little time to adjust. For a moment, he was quiet. Then he toddled alongside the bed, holding the bedspread for support.

Blair was excited. She moved towards the edge of the bed to touch

Gifford. He was a bit shy, though, and tried to move backwards. He fell on bottom, the diaper providing a cushion.

Wesley frowned at his reaction. He squatted down and hugged him.

“What did I tell you? Do you remember who she is?"

Gifford nodded and dropped the toy. He walked up to Blair, held her hand and called, “Mommy.”

Tears poured down her face. She sobbed uncontrollably.

The family physician arrived fairly quickly. After giving Blair a thorough physical examination, he concluded that she was doing great.

With a Little more time to recuperate, she would be fully recovered.

When they were left alone, Wesley looked at Blair affectionately.

“You must be tired. Wanna lie back down?"

“I don't."

“What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid if I close my eyes, it'Ll be another two years before I get to see you." She sounded sad.