They looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Gifford only knew that Blair was his mommy, but that was all. He didn't know what “Mommy” meant to him. Ever since his birth, his mommy had been lying in bed, and then after she woke up, she was weak and had to recover her health.

So, most of the time, the little boy was taken care of by his grandparents and dad. He was closer to Wesley than Blair.

She felt sad and her eyes brimmed with tears. When she had finally woken up from her long sleep, their son was already over a year old

Now, he was almost two, but she still hadn't done anything that a mother was supposed to do. Wesley did everything. Her heart ached. She stepped forward and tried to interact with her son.

“Hi baby. I'm your mommy ."

The little boy nodded and called out sweetly, "Mommy..."

“Do you know Mommy's name?"

“Yes. Blair."

She smiled widely.

“Are you hungry? Want to eat something?"

"No." He shook his head. The little boy was so adorable! Blair Loved him.

“Shall we go out and have some fun? What do you think?"

"Yay!" The little boy jumped with joy, and then added, protect you."

Blair chuckled under her breath.

"I'm the one who should protect you.

You are my little boy.” ‘My two-year-old boy said that he would protect me. How cute!' She was amused by her own son's words

"Men... protect girls!" Gifford answered earnestly.

“Who told you that?"

“Daddy !"

Blair looked at her son, a loving look in her eyes. She felt grateful to Wesley and Cecelia. They had taught him well.

The little boy was dressed in his pajamas. Blair thought she should help him get changed since she was taking him out of the house.

It was the first time she had dressed him. Previously, she was still recovering and Wesley didn't allow her to strain herself. No housework, no carrying their son. She had lain in bed most of the time.

As soon as she opened Gifford's closet, the strangest sight met her eyes. The shirts were normal-various styles, different colors. But almost all the pants were boys’ overalls.

Confused, she looked down at the Little boy who was also peering in the closet “You don't have any other pants? Just these?"

It wasn't until then that she realized her son had been dressed in boys' overalls every day.