JAY-JAY POV
We woke up tangled together, his arms wrapped around me like iron chains.
"Keifer," I whispered, trying to wriggle free.
Instead of letting go, the idiot pulled me tighter. "Five more minutes, babe," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Then he smirked, eyes half‑open. "I didn't get any sleep last night because someone kept screaming my name, telling me not to stop."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I punched his chest lightly, more embarrassed than angry. "Idiot," I muttered.
He laughed, the sound low and teasing. "Don't act shy now, Jay‑Jay. You were louder than the neighbors' dog."
I buried my face in the pillow, groaning. "Keifer, shut up before I actually kick you out of bed."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. "You wouldn't. You love me too much."
I rolled my eyes, but my smile betrayed me. "Fine. But if you keep teasing me, I'll make you sleep on the sofa tonight."
He grinned, tightening his arms around me again. "Worth it."
And just like that, the morning filled with laughter, warmth, and the kind of chaos only we could create.
I grabbed a pillow and smacked him square in the face. "Consider yourself wounded."
He snatched the pillow from my hands, tossing it aside, then leaned in close. "You know, Jay‑Jay, you're dangerous when you're this cute."
I narrowed my eyes, trying not to smile. "Dangerous enough to ban you from breakfast duty."
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "You wouldn't dare."
I smirked. "Watch me."
Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up, still half‑asleep, and answered on speaker.
"Hello," he said, his voice rough and sleepy.
I chuckled quietly. He looked so cute like this—hair messy, eyes barely open, voice heavy with exhaustion.
"Mr. Watson, good morning. Sorry for waking you up. I'm Mrs. Watson's doctor," the voice said.
My smile faded instantly. Why the hell would my doctor be calling Keifer this early in the morning?
Keifer straightened in his chair, suddenly alert. "Yes, doctor," he said, his tone shifting from sleepy to serious in seconds.
I frowned, watching him carefully.
The way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes flickered toward me—it was like he didn't want me to hear.
He reached for the phone, but I was faster.
I snatched it from his hand and pressed mute.
"Jay, give me back the phone," Keifer said, his voice sharp, almost desperate.
"This is about me, so I also want to hear," I said, holding the phone out of his reach.
"Jaspher Jean," he said firmly, using my full name like a warning. "Give me the phone."
I shook my head stubbornly. "I also want to hear."
His eyes burned into mine, frustration and fear tangled together.
He stepped closer, his hand hovering as if he might snatch it back, but he stopped himself.
"Jay… please," he whispered, softer now, almost broken.
That shift in his tone made my chest tighten.
Why was he so afraid of me hearing?
What could possibly be so terrible that he wanted to carry it alone?
I stared at him, my grip on the phone tightening. "No more secrets, Keifer. Not from me. Not about me."
"Mr. Watson, are you there?" the doctor asked.
I quickly unmuted the phone. "Go ahead, doctor. Speak."
"Yes," Keifer said, his voice steady but tight.
There was a pause, then the doctor continued, his tone professional but heavy. "I wanted to follow up on Mrs. Watson's condition. She's recovering well physically, but… I know it must still be difficult for both of you after the loss."
My heart stopped. The words echoed in the room, sharp and merciless. The loss.
I turned to Keifer, my breath catching.
"What loss?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
Keifer's face went pale, his eyes wide with panic.
"Jay…" he started, reaching for me.
But I pulled back, clutching the phone like it was the only anchor in the storm.
"Keifer, what loss?" I demanded, louder this time, tears already burning in my eyes.
The doctor's voice faltered on the other end, realizing what had happened. "Oh… Mrs. Watson, I'm so sorry. I thought you already knew…"
"Doctor, I will call you later," Keifer said quickly, snatching the phone from my hand and ending the call.
I stared at him, my chest tight, my heart pounding.
"Keifer, what is the doctor talking about?" I asked, my voice trembling.
He froze, his knuckles white around the phone.
"Jay…" he whispered, his eyes refusing to meet mine.
"Don't 'Jay' me," I snapped, tears already burning at the corners of my eyes. "Tell me. What did he mean by our loss?"
Keifer froze, his lips parting but no sound coming out.
His eyes glistened, his jaw clenched, and for a moment I thought he might stay silent forever.
"Jay…" he whispered, his voice trembling.
I shook my head, stepping closer, my tears spilling freely now. "No more secrets. No more lies. I need the truth, Keifer. Please."
His shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of him.
He pressed a hand over his face, dragging it down slowly, as if the weight of the words might crush him.
"You were pregnant," he said finally, his voice raw, broken.
My breath caught, the world tilting beneath me.
Pregnant.
Me.
Us.
"And because of the accident…" his voice cracked, "…we lost the baby.".
"And you didn't tell me," I sobbed, the words breaking as tears streamed down my face.
"Please don't cry," Keifer whispered, pulling me into his arms, holding me as if he could shield me from the pain.
His embrace was tight, trembling, his own tears hot against my skin.
But the ache inside me only grew.
"You should have told me," I whispered against his chest. "I had a right to know… it was our child."
His grip tightened, his voice cracking. "I know, Jay. I know. I just… I couldn't bear to see you break when you were already fighting to live. I thought if I carried it alone, I could protect you."
I pulled back, my eyes searching his. "Protect me? Keifer, this isn't something you can protect me from. This is something we should have faced together."
He swallowed hard, his jaw trembling. "I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of losing you… and scared of losing us. I thought if I kept it inside, maybe it would hurt less."
I shook my head, tears falling freely. "It doesn't hurt less. It hurts more. Because now I feel like I lost twice—our baby… and the truth between us."
He looked at me, his eyes wide and desperate. "Please don't say that," he whispered, his voice trembling.
I shook my head, tears spilling freely. "Keifer, you said you would tell me everything that day in the hospital," I said, my voice breaking.
His lips parted, but no words came. His silence was louder than any confession.
"You promised me," I pressed, my chest aching. "You held my hand and swore there would be no more secrets between us. And yet… this? You kept this from me?"
Keifer's shoulders slumped, his face crumpling as guilt washed over him.
"I couldn't," he whispered. "You were so weak, Jay. I thought if I told you then, it would destroy you. I thought I could carry it alone."
I shook my head, sobbing. "You don't get to decide what I can or can't handle. It was our child, Keifer. Ours. And I had the right to know."
He stepped forward, reaching for me, but I pulled back, my voice sharp through the tears. "You broke your promise."
I pulled the blanket around me like armor, slipping away from the bed.
Keifer stayed where he was, his eyes following me but his body frozen, as if he knew chasing me now would only make it worse.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, the sound echoing in the silence. And then the tears came.
I slid down against the cold wall, burying my face in the blanket.
The sobs tore out of me, sharp and uncontrollable, the kind that left my chest aching.
A child.
Our child.
Gone before I even knew they existed.
The thought kept circling, stabbing deeper each time. How could he keep it from me? How could he carry this alone while I lived in ignorance?
I pressed my hand to my stomach, empty and hollow, as if searching for something that was never given the chance to grow.
The grief was unbearable, but so was the betrayal.
From the other side of the door, I heard him shift, his voice low and broken. "Jay… please open the door. Don't shut me out."
I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching the blanket tighter.
I couldn't face him.
Not yet.
Because right now, the pain was mine—and I needed to feel it before I could let him hold it too.
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🌹✨ Author's Note ✨🌹
So… how was the chapter? 💔😭
This one was so hard for me to write because I knew it was going to break her heart… and mine too while putting it into words😭 😭 😭 😭
Yes… she will be able to be pregnant again 💙😭.
I know this chapter was heartbreaking, but I promise there's still hope ahead 💙💙💙💙💙
Sometimes the story breaks us before it heals us, and I wanted you to feel both sides—the pain and the light. 💫💔🌹💫💔🌹💫💔🌹💫💔🌹