Chapter: Month Six – Mansion Mayhem & Full-Blown Chaos
Jay trudged through the mansion, rubbing her growing bump and sighing. Six months in, and life had already become a whirlwind of hormones, cravings, and…Keifer.
"Jay…" Keifer's deep voice sounded from behind her. His hand slid over her belly, dark eyes smoldering. "You're glowing. Look at you…my little miracle."
Jay groaned, cheeks burning. "Keifer…stop…people can see us!"
"Good," he murmured, pressing a playful kiss along her temple. "They should see how mine you are."
Section E had descended on the mansion like a storm:
Grace bounced around, bouncing Baby Grasel on her hip. "Jay! You need a list of snacks! And bedtime routines! And…oh my god, your cravings!.I mean they are better then my ones i used to eat the weirdest things."
Eman appeared with a tray of ginger tea and a plate of fruit, muttering, "Eat. You need energy. And stay away from Keifer for at least two minutes."
Ci-n stood in the corner, arms crossed. "I can't…he's obsessed with her. Totally obsessed."
David muttered to Felix, whispering, "I don't even know how they survive…he's insane."
Yuri groaned dramatically, clutching a cushion. "Too much. Too much."
Jay slumped into the couch, exhaustion hitting full force. Keifer sat beside her, dark smirk tugging at his lips. "Feeling emotional?"
Jay groaned, throwing herself against him. "Keifer…my legs hurt…my back…everything…"
He chuckled, brushing a hand possessively along her bump. "I know…my strong little wife. And soon…our boy will make you even stronger."
Jay blinked, flushed, and let out a soft squeak. "Keifer…you're…trying to get me pregnant again, aren't you?"
Keifer smirked, whispering against her ear, "Never stop taking care of my baby and you, Jay…mine…ours…"
Jay gasped, hiding her face in his chest. Section E collectively gasped, squealed, and fainted.
Grace bounced forward, grabbing Jay's hands. "You're glowing! The baby is going to be perfect! And Baby Grasel finally has a friend!.I thought id be the only mom in this group for god knows how long!"
Ci-n muttered, pouting, "I don't even know who I am anymore…"
Eman, meanwhile, fussed over Jay's tea and snacks, muttering, "Eat…rest…repeat. And let him leave you alone for two seconds."
Keifer leaned down, lips brushing Jay's neck, dark and teasing. "Two seconds? Never. You're mine…our little family. And I intend to remind you of that."
Jay whimpered softly, shivering at his possessive touch, flushed, emotional, and utterly overwhelmed.
By nightfall, the mansion was a whirlwind of chaos: Section E fussing, pampering, giving advice, bouncing with excitement, and occasionally collapsing in dramatic flair; Baby Grasel giggling at every move; Keifer hovering over Jay like a shadow, whispering dark, teasing, and possessive words; and Jay…emotional, flushed, exhausted, but laughing through it all.
Month six. Halfway there. And Jayfer married life? Still chaotic, still spicy, and perfectly, wonderfully theirs.