JAY-JAY POV
I woke to Keifer nuzzling into my neck, his breath warm, steady, deliberate. I checked the time — 5 p.m. Chaos hit instantly.
"Keifer, wake up. It's 5 o'clock," I said, sharp, chaotic.
"Jay, that's only one hour," he muttered, still sleepy, clipped, careless.
I sat up, chaos spilling into my voice. "But Keif, your parents and the Fernandez come in one hour. We have to make dinner."
"But Jay—" he started, clipped, teasing.
I cut him off, chaotic, bold. "If you get up now, I'll give you kisses."
His eyes opened, smirk forming, clipped, deliberate. "How many?" he asked.
I groaned, chaos flashing. "However many you want," I said, trembling but bold.
"Sure," I said, chaotic, muttering under my breath. I got up, so did Keifer.
"Let me help you wear clothes," he said, his voice low, clipped, teasing.
My cheeks burned instantly, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. "Keifer, I can dress myself," I snapped, chaotic, sharp.
He stepped closer, smirking steady, deliberate. "I know. But I like watching you pretend you don't need me."
With that, he helped me wear my clothes. His hands were steady, deliberate, clipped in their certainty.
And along with helping me, he kissed me — soft at first, then teasing, clipped, playful. I froze, chaos trembling in my silence, my cheeks burning.
"Keifer…" I whispered, chaotic, sharp, trying to push him away.
He smirked, his voice low, clipped, teasing. "What? I can't help my wife and kiss her at the same time?"
My lips parted, chaos flashing. "You're shameless," I muttered, chaotic, bold.
He leaned closer, brushing his forehead against mine, his voice low, clipped, deliberate. "Shameless enough to keep you blushing. Shameless enough to remind you you're mine."
"Let's go," he said, clipped, deliberate, already smirking like he knew I couldn't refuse.
I groaned, chaos spilling into my voice. "Fine. But if you burn anything, Keifer, I swear—"
He cut me off, leaning closer, his voice low, clipped, playful. "You'll save me. You always do."
My cheeks flushed, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. "Ridiculous," I muttered, chaotic, sharp, grabbing his hand anyway.
We walked toward the kitchen, the silence filled with steam and storm.
I started to bake, chaos spilling into the clatter of bowls and the hum of the oven. Keifer stood behind me, steady, deliberate, pretending to help.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, clipped, teasing, his touch lingering more than his guidance. "Keifer…" I muttered, chaotic, sharp, trying to focus on the vegetables.
He leaned closer, his voice low, clipped, playful. "Relax, wife. I'm helping."
I groaned, chaos flashing. "Helping? You're just touching my hands."
He smirked, steady, deliberate, brushing his lips near my ear. "Then let me distract you properly."
My cheeks burned, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. "Keifer, if you ruin dinner, I'll never forgive you."
He chuckled, clipped, teasing. "Then you better keep me close. Because if I ruin it… you'll be the one to fix it."
I shoved him lightly, chaotic, bold. "Ridiculous. You don't even know how to cut vegetables."
He tightened his arms around my waist, clipped, certain. "Then teach me. And if I fail… I'll collect my kisses instead."
I finally finished my main dish — baked fish, bread, rice, and salad. "Keifer, let's make dessert," I said, chaotic, determined.
"What do you want to make?" he asked, clipped, deliberate.
"Maybe chocolate cake and chocolate chip cookies," I replied, chaotic, bold.
"Sure," he said, steady, certain.
I narrowed my eyes, chaos flashing. "You better help me instead of distracting me."
He smirked, clipped, teasing. "No promises."
He wrapped his arms around my waist again, steady, deliberate, pretending to guide my hands. "Chocolate cake, chocolate cookies… and chocolate kisses," he whispered, clipped, teasing.
I shoved him lightly, chaotic, bold. "Keifer, focus!"
He chuckled, clipped, steady. "I am focused. Just not on the cake."
I set the flour and cocoa on the counter, chaos buzzing in my head. Keifer slid in behind me, steady, clipped, pretending to help but mostly hovering.
"Grab the sugar," I said, chaotic, sharp, trying to keep control.
He reached for it, smirk tugging at his lips. "Sugar for the cake… or sugar for you?"
I rolled my eyes, chaos flashing. "Keifer, focus. We don't have time for your lines."
He cracked an egg one‑handed, deliberate, clipped. "See? I can be useful."
I groaned, chaos spilling. "Useful once. Don't get cocky."
He brushed flour from my cheek, his voice low, clipped, teasing. "You look better dusted in cocoa than flour."
My cheeks burned, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. "Keep talking like that and you'll be the one cleaning the kitchen."
He chuckled, clipped, steady. "Fine. But if the cake turns out sweet, I'll take the credit."
"Sure," I said, chaotic, resigned. By the end, the cake was done — flour streaked across Keifer's hair, flour dusting my cheeks. We were laughing, chaos spilling into the kitchen like it belonged there.
"Let's make chocolate chip cookies," he said, clipped, certain, already reaching for the butter.
"Keifer, we don't have much time," I protested, chaotic, sharp, glancing at the clock.
"Jay, it's only 5:40 p.m. We still have time," he replied, steady, deliberate. "They won't come exactly at six o'clock."
I sighed, chaos trembling in my voice. "Fine."
He grinned, clipped, teasing. "Good. Because cookies are worth the risk."
I shook my head, chaotic, bold. "Risk? You're the risk, Keifer."
He leaned closer, brushing a streak of flour from my cheek, his voice low, clipped, playful. "And yet you still said fine."
My cheeks burned, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. I grabbed the mixing bowl, muttering under my breath. "Ridiculous."
He chuckled, clipped, steady. "Ridiculous enough to make you laugh. Now, pass me the chocolate chips."
We were in the middle of making chocolate chip cookies, chaos spilling into the mixing bowl. Then—