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Yeah so I'm gonna write only one chapter about Jay's pregnancy journey and that chapter's next one.
So just tell me what ever delulus u have in your mind.... except her loosing the child!.
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"No!"
"Why?!"
"Because no means no! ...I'M SO DONEEEEEEE!"
Jay groaned, letting her forehead fall directly onto the dining table in complete and utter exhaustion.
"Hihi, don't you guys think one of you should just feed me instead?
She's already full,"
Sophia chirped in, sitting right across from Jay.
Jay was currently completely trapped between Keifer and Mrs. Watson, both standing over her with spoons raised, determined to feed her every last bite of breakfast.
Keifer instantly shot Sophia a lethal, warning glare.
Sophia just offered him a casual peace sign, unbothered.
She turned toward her mother with a hopeful grin.
"Mom, her husband is right there.
You can feed me!"
That earned her one more terrifying glare, this time straight from Mrs. Watson.
Sophia flinched back instantly. She spun toward her father, who was sitting at the head of the table.
"Dad, no, this isn't right.
You shouldn't be disturbing them!
You have two hands,"
she declared with a wave of fake authority, gesturing for him to take a spoon.
Mr. Watson, who was sitting back comfortably, sipping his morning tea while enjoying the morning family drama, looked faked-offended by her sudden bossy act.
"Yeah, sure!" he said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head at his daughter.
"Jay, baby, please, just one spoon!"
Keifer pleaded, holding out the spoonful of porridge like his life depended on it.
"No, my cutie, my handsome hubby, I can't, please!"
Jay groaned, lifting her head off the table and using her best puppy-dog eyes as she reached out to cup his sharp jawline with both hands.
Keifer melted instantly under her touch, but he held his ground.
He cupped her face right back, leaning in close.
"No, my handso... I mean, my beautiful wifey, you have to eat this, because you still have the fresh fruits to finish too."
"And warm milk too!"
Mrs. Watson added seamlessly from Jay's other side, beaming with an encouraging smile as she held up a large glass.
Jay's dark eyes widened in sheer horror.
She looked at her husband, then snapped her gaze over to her mother-in-law, looking back and forth between the two of them in complete disbelief.
"Whattttttttt?!"
Jay shrieked, her voice echoing across the entire dining room.
Sophia burst out laughing from across the table, nearly choking on her toast, while Mr. Watson just shook his head, taking another peaceful sip of his tea while enjoying the show.
"No, no, no, no, no! I don't think I can survive in this house!"
Jay yelled dramatically, shaking her head as she held her temples.
"I need to shift, at least for the next nine months!"
She pushed her chair back, attempting to slip away from the table before anyone could force another bite of food down her throat.
Keifer casually rested his elbow on the table, supporting his temple with his hand as he looked directly at her with a lazy smirk.
"Oh really? Forgot that?"
he said smoothly.
Before she could even take two steps away, his long arm reached out, catching her securely around the waist and pulling her right down into his lap.
"Ughhhh, Keiferrrrr!" Jay groaned in total defeat,
She looked at him pouting.
Blinked her eyes for exact five times before burying her flushed face straight into his chest while the rest of the family burst out laughing at the sight.
After a second of wallowing, Jay pulled away, looking straight up at the ceiling with wide, pleading eyes.
"Oh God, please!"
she called out dramatically.
"Pleaseeeee! Don't you have any exchange offer?!
I want to exchange my husband!"
She narrowed her eyes looking at ceiling.
"But...only for nine months."
She said in a dramatic voice, keeping her one hand on her chest.
Her dramatic outburst made everyone around the table shake their heads with amused chuckles.
Before she could carry on with her theatrical performance, Keifer wrapped his strong arms completely around her, caging her shoulders and arms securely like a cozy cocoon so she couldn't move an inch.
Without warning, he leaned in and pressed a sweet, soft kiss against her lips.
Jay's eyes went wide, and her cheeks instantly flushed a bright, burning crimson.
"No, there is no exchange offer!
You are stuck with me forever!"
Keifer murmured against her skin, leaning in to press another lingering kiss onto her warm cheek.
Jay completely froze in his lap, her lips slightly parted as she just stared at him in speechless shock, her heart fluttering helplessly.
"Ahem, ahem!"
Sophia's loud, fake cough chirped in from across the table.
"Don't worry, we didn't see anything!"
Before she could even react....
"But we sawwwwww!"
The boisterous, echoing voices suddenly burst through the front foyer, making everyone at the dining table jump in surprise.
Jay immediately scrambled off Keifer's lap, smoothing down her clothes as a fresh wave of pink flushed over her cheeks.
Before Keifer could even stand up to see who had barged in, the living room doors swung open, and in marched Aries, Percy, Cheska, CN, Freya, and Rakki, looking like a full-blown storm of pure excitement.
Before the couple could even open their mouths to react, Cheska, Rakki,Cn and Freya swooped in like a tactical unit, surrounding Jay and caging her in a suffocating, group-hug cocoon.
At the exact same time, Percy and Aries lunged at Keifer, tackling the corporate giant into a rough, back-slapping bro-hug that nearly knocked the wind right out of him.
"Congratulations!
Congratulations!
You guys didn't even tell us!
Aaaaaaaaaa!
We are going to become titas!"
the girls squealed at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down in a tight circle while Jay laughed hysterically in the middle.
"And we are going to become titos!"
the boys roared, aggressively ruffling Keifer's neatly styled dark hair.
However, as the celebration erupted, the entire Watson family paused, looking back and forth in complete bewilderment.
Mrs. Watson blinked, Mr. Watson lowered his tea, and Sophia tilted her head-because even though there were only six people physically standing in the room, it sounded like an entire stadium full of people was screaming at them.
"Oops! I forgot about that!"
CN offered a sheepish, grin-filled smile as he held up his tablet, turning the screen toward the room.
On the display was a massive, chaotic video conference call with the rest of Section E.
The screen was a grid of pure bedlam:
members of the squad were blowing party horns, waving frantically at the camera, throwing confetti in their own living rooms, and shouting top-of-their-lungs congratulations through the speakers.
"Is that Keifer's face?! He looks like he's going to cry again!"
someone yelled from the tablet screen, pointing dramatically at the camera.
"Shut up, Felix!
You were crying like a baby when CN first told us!"
Edrix fired back from his end of the call, adjusting his glasses while everyone broke into laughter.
"I wasn't crying!
My eyes were just dry!"
Felix protested loudly, though no one bought it for a second.
The whole Watson house instantly filled with noise and excitement.
Everyone moved from the dining table to the living room, crowding onto the couches and chairs.
Mrs. Watson, beaming from ear to ear, quickly told the staff to bring out snacks and drinks for the guests.
For hours, the room was packed with nonstop energy.
The gang showered Jay with careful, gentle hugs, while taking endless jabs at Keifer.
They teased him about how the scary CEO was going to turn into a complete softie the moment the baby arrived.
"He's definitely going to hire ten bodyguards just to take the kid to preschool,"
Percy joked, leaning back with a laugh.
Soon enough, the conversation drifted into coming up with the weirdest names and nicknames, and everyone started aggressively handing out baby duties.
"If it's a boy, we're naming him Thunder,"
Aries announced, dead serious.
"And his official nickname is Micro-Boss. Also, I'm taking charge of teaching him how to fight!"
"No way, Aries! You're not teaching a baby to throw punches!"
Cheska yelled.
"If it's a girl, her nickname is Bean or Squish! And I'm in charge of buying all her clothes!"
"What about Tater-Tot?"
Calix yelled from the video call.
"Or Nugget?
Hey Jay, can I be the official duty-holder for taking the kid to buy junk food?"
"You're not giving the baby junk food!"
Rakki laughed.
"I'll be the official nanny whenever you guys need a break.
But we're definitely calling the baby Gummy Bear!"
"I'll handle the tech setup and baby monitors,"
Edrix said calmly from his screen.
"Code name for the baby: Spoon."
"Spoon?!" Jay laughed out loud, leaning into Keifer.
"Why Spoon?!"
"It just fits,"
Edrix replied without missing a beat.
"I'm in charge of bedtimes and storybooks!"
Freya giggled.
"And the baby's nickname is Poppet!"
Mr. Watson chuckled from his armchair.
"Well, whatever you call the kid, just remember I'm taking the grandpa duty of spoiling them rotten."
"And I'm on official diaper duty!"
Sophia volunteered, before immediately backing out.
"Wait, actually, no. Keifer can do diapers.
I'll be the fun aunt who takes the kid shopping!"
Through all the chaotic shouting, weird nicknames, and ridiculous assignments, Keifer stayed right by Jay's side on the couch.
His strong arm remained wrapped around her waist, his hand resting gently over her stomach, a quiet, happy smile stuck on his face as they soaked in every bit of love from their crazy, wonderful friends.
**
Evening slowly settled over the Watson estate, casting long, velvet shadows across the wide hallways and dimming the bright afternoon sun into a soft, amber glow.
The house, which had been buzzing for hours with the chaotic laughter, loud shouting, and endless energy of Section E, had finally fallen quiet.
The guests had left, Mr. and Mrs. Watson had retired to their own wing to give the young couple some space, and an eerie, peaceful calm had returned to the grand mansion.
Jay walked down the quiet corridor toward their master bedroom, her steps light and deliberate.
Her body felt heavy with an unfamiliar, deep bone-weariness-a quiet reminder of the incredible change taking place inside her.
She pushed the heavy wooden door open softly, expecting to see the bedroom bathed in warm lamplight,
perhaps with Keifer already changing into his comfortable evening clothes or going over some leftover work documents.
Instead, the room was almost completely dark, lit only by the pale indigo hues of the twilight bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
There, sitting alone on the dark velvet couch positioned right beside the glass, sat Keifer.
He hadn't turned on a single lamp.
He was still wearing his crisp white dress shirt from earlier, though the top few buttons were undone and his tie hung loosely around his neck.
His broad frame was leaned forward, elbows resting heavily on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together in front of him.
His sharp jaw was set, and his dark eyes were fixed on the distant city lights flickering on the horizon.
He was completely zoned out, lost in a labyrinth of his own thoughts, so still he almost looked like a carved statue against the dim light.
Jay stood at the doorway for a beat, watching him.
She knew that look.
It was the look he wore when he was bearing the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, carrying silent burdens he refused to speak aloud to protect the people he loved.
Softly, her bare feet padded across the plush carpet as she approached him.
Keifer didn't even notice her presence until she gently rested her small, warm hand over his tense shoulder.
He flinched slightly, startled out of his trance, before his head snapped up to look at her.
The moment his dark eyes met hers, the intense, brooding guard he had up melted away, replaced by an instant softness.
"Sunshine,"
he murmured, his voice slightly raspy from silence. He reached up, covering her hand on his shoulder with his own large, warm palm.
"You're here.
I thought you were resting in Sophia's room."
"I was,"
Jay said softly, moving around the couch to sit right beside him.
She tucked her legs up onto the cushion, leaning her shoulder gently against his arm.
"What are you doing sitting here all by yourself in the dark, Keif?"
Keifer forced a small, reassuring smile onto his face, leaning over to press a tender, habitual kiss against her temple.
"Nothing, baby.
Just thinking about work stuff.
Nothing you need to worry about."
Jay didn't move.
She just turned her head slightly, her dark, clear eyes locking onto his face with an unwavering, perceptive calm.
She didn't press immediately; she just looked at him-gently, patiently, reading every subtle line of tension around his eyes, the slight clench in his jaw, the heavy rise and fall of his chest.
"Keif,"
she said, her voice dropping to a delicate, soothing register.
"Don't lie to me.
You've been sitting here staring out the window for God knows how long.
Tell me what's going on in that big head of yours."
Keifer looked into her calm, trusting eyes, and his resolve instantly began to crumble.
He let out a long, heavy breath, running a hand through his dark hair, tussling it into messiness.
He looked down at his own lap, silent for a few long seconds, struggling to find the right words.
"I'm...I'm...scared, Jay,"
he finally confessed, the admission coming out as a vulnerable, low whisper that seemed to cost him everything to speak aloud.
Jay didn't gasp or react with surprise.
She just remained completely serene, holding her warm gaze on him, inviting him to continue.
"It's not... please don't misinterpret this,"
Keifer began hastily, his eyes snapping back to hers, filled with an desperate need for her to understand.
"It's not like I'm not happy.
God, Jay, I'm happier than I've ever been in my entire life.
Knowing that we're having a baby, that a part of you and a part of me is growing right now...
it makes me feel like the luckiest man alive.
But still... you know..."
He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he tried to articulate the terrifying spiral of thoughts that had consumed him the moment the house had gone quiet.
"It's not a small thing, Jay,"
he said, his tone thick with a deep, protective gravity.
"No matter how many times I say I'm with you,
no matter how many promises I make to stand by your side, to help you, to be there for every single second...
..at the end of the day, it's still you who will go through...
all the pain.
It's you who has to carry this child inside your body for nine long months."
He reached out, his long fingers trembling slightly as he gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear,
his thumb trailing down her cheek with a reverence so profound it made her breath hitch.
"I spent the last two hours reading,"
Keifer admitted quietly, looking into her eyes with raw honesty.
"I was researching... everything.
And the more I read, the more terrified I got for you.
A mother changes in so many ways after bringing a child into the world-mentally, physically, hormonally.
Her entire body goes through an absolute upheaval.
The articles...
the medical journals...
they said it takes at least two years for a mother's body and mind to truly heal after childbirth."
His voice broke slightly on the last sentence.
He took a shaky breath, his chest heaving as he laid his soul entirely bare before her.
"I look at you, and you're so tiny, Jay.
You're so delicate,
and you're already so tired today,"
he whispered, his eyes searching hers with a painful mix of love and guilt.
"And the thought of you having to endure all that pain,
all those hormonal shifts,
the physical toll, the long recovery... and knowing that I can't take the physical pain away from you,
no matter how much money or power I have... it's driving me crazy.
What if it's too much for you?
What if I can't protect you from the pain?"
Through his entire, frantic, emotional explanation, Jay didn't interrupt him even once.
She stayed absolutely motionless, listening to every single word, every slight tremble in his voice, every unspoken fear hidden between his sentences.
Her expression remained unfazed, bathed in a profound, mature stillness.
She saw right into his heart-she saw that his fear didn't come from hesitation about fatherhood, but from an overwhelming, selfless love for her that prioritized her well-being above his own joy.
Slowly, without a word, Jay shifted closer to him on the couch.
She reached out and took both of his large, cold hands into her small, warm ones.
She laced her fingers tightly through his, bringing their joined hands up to rest gently right over her lap, anchoring him to the present moment.
"Keif,"
she called out, her voice a soft, velvety murmur that instantly cut through the loud noise inside his head.
He blinked, looking down at their joined hands, then up into her warm eyes.
"Look at me,"
she requested softly.
He looked straight into her dark, beautiful eyes, drawn in by the absolute peace reflecting in them.
"I want to ask you a few questions,"
she said smoothly, her eyes locked onto his, searching his soul with gentle curiosity.
"And I want you to answer me honestly. Okay?"
Keifer nodded slowly, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Okay."
"Will you leave me..."
Jay began, her voice quiet, almost like a secret whispered in the dusk,
"...if I change emotionally?
If I become moody, or irrational, or cry over tiny things because of my hormones?"
Keifer's eyes narrowed slightly with fierce, immediate conviction.
"Never,"
he answered without a microsecond of hesitation.
"I could never leave you, Jay. Not for a single second."
Jay smiled softly, her fingers tightening around his.
"Will you still look at me with the exact same love... if my body changes physically?
If I get stretch marks, if I gain weight, if I don't look like the girl sitting in front of you right now?"
Keifer felt a sharp ache in his chest at the very thought that she might doubt his devotion.
He raised his hand, cupping the side of her soft neck, his thumb resting over her jawline.
"You will always be the most breathtaking, beautiful woman in the universe to me,"
he said, his voice laced with unshakeable sincerity.
"Whether your body changes or stays the same, every single mark on your skin will just remind me of how brave you were to carry our child.
I will adore every inch of you, always."
A small, tearful gleam entered Jay's eyes, but her smile only widened, radiant and tranquil.
"Will you be beside me... from this very moment, through every late night, through every painful doctor's appointment, through every scary second of labor,
until we are old and gray and taking care of our baby together?"
she asked, her voice dipping lower, full of quiet emotion.
Keifer leaned forward until his nose almost brushed against hers, his dark eyes ablaze with an eternal, solemn vow.
"Yes,"
he whispered against her lips, his breath warm and steady.
"I will be right beside you.
From this moment, through every tear, through every step of the way... until my very last breath."
Jay closed her eyes for a brief second, letting his promise wash over her, settling into the deepest corners of her heart.
The heavy weight of his fear seemed to evaporate into the cool evening air, replaced by an unbreakable, sacred understanding between them.
She opened her eyes, looking up at her husband-the man who loved her so fiercely that he was terrified of her pain, the man who promised to hold her hand through the end of time.
She squeezed his hands tightly, a sweet, completely content smile spreading across her lips.
"Then I'm ready,"
she answered simply, her voice ringing with absolute certainty.
Keifer blinked, catching his breath as he looked at her.
"I really, really want this baby to come, Keif,"
she continued, her voice soft and glowing with maternal warmth, as she placed her palm against her stomach, look down at her palm.
"I want to go through all of it.
I want to carry this little life inside me,
even if it hurts,
even if it changes me.
Because I want this baby to come into the world... to come and call us Mumma and Daddy."
The words Mumma and Daddy hung in the quiet room like the sweetest melody ever spoken.
Keifer felt a lump form in his throat, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears of profound gratitude and love.
All his overthinking, all his frantic research, all his terrifying anxieties simply vanished under the quiet strength of the woman sitting before him.
Before he could pull her into a tight, dramatic embrace or speak another word of profound emotion,
Jay let out a long, heavy yawn, her eyelids drooping sleepily.
"Now... don't disturb me,"
she grumbled playfully, her voice slurring slightly with sudden, deep fatigue.
"I'm exhausted."
Without waiting for his permission,
she unclasped their hands, lifted her legs up, and smoothly leaned over, slipping her head straight onto his broad, comfortable lap.
She nestled her cheek into the soft fabric of his trousers, curling her small body up into a comfortable position on the couch, using his thighs as her personal pillow.
She took a deep, relaxed breath, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood and rain, and closed her eyes.
Keifer froze for a second,
a stunned, breathy chuckle escaping his lips at her sudden transition from deeply emotional wifey to completely exhausted, shameless sleeping beauty.
His lips curved into the softest, most tender smile he had ever worn.
Slowly, gently, he raised his broad hand and rested it atop her soft, dark hair,
his long fingers carefully stroking through the strands in a soothing, rhythmic motion.
With his other hand, he reached over to grab the soft cashmere throw blanket resting over the back of the couch, carefully spreading it over her shoulders to keep her warm.
Jay let out a tiny, contented sigh in her sleep, leaning further into the touch of his hand on her head.
Keifer leaned and press a soft kiss on her forehead before leaning back against the cushions,
looking down at his wife resting so peacefully in his lap,
his palm lingering softly near her belly under the blanket.
The city lights outside continued to twinkle softly in the dark, but inside the dim room, surrounded by quiet warmth, Keifer felt a profound, settled peace take root in his heart.
He was still terrified of the journey ahead, but looking at her, he knew they could face anything-as long as they faced it together.
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