JAY JAY POV
2 months later
Everything felt like it was happening in fast‑forward.
One second, Keifer was kneeling on the beach with a ring.
The next second, we were packing boxes.
And now…
I was standing in our new house, surrounded by wedding fabrics, sketches, and chaos.
We were getting married in two days.
Two.
Days.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my dress hanging on the door — the custom one Keifer insisted on making because "my wife deserves something no one else has."
That idiot was more excited than I was.
He kept running around the house like a golden retriever with a mission.
And honestly… it was cute.
But also stressful.
I sighed, rubbing my temples.
"Everything feels so quick, doesn't it?" I whispered to myself.
It really did.
Like I blinked and suddenly I was here — engaged, moving houses, planning a wedding, raising three kids, and marrying the king of assholes.
But a lovable asshole
A very lovable asshole
We had decided something special for the wedding:
Our clothes would be made from pieces of our journey.
Not literally — but symbolically.
-My dress had embroidery inspired by the first flowers he ever gave me.
-His suit had stitching in the color of the dress I wore the day we met again.
-The veil had tiny beads representing the kids — three little stars.
-The inside of his jacket had a hidden message I wrote.
-The train of my dress had patterns inspired by the beach where he proposed.
Everything meant something.
Everything told our story.
And even though it was fast…
Even though it was overwhelming…
It felt right.
It felt like we were finally catching up on the four years we lost.
I looked around our new house — quiet, warm, far from the city, close to everyone we loved.
But something felt… off.
Not dramatic, not painful — just a quiet wrongness sitting in my chest for the last couple of weeks.
Some mornings I woke up dizzy.
Some days I felt tired even after sleeping.
Sometimes I felt nauseous for no reason.
I kept brushing it off.
I sat on the edge of the bed, holding the fabric of my wedding dress between my fingers.
"I hope it's nothing," I whispered to myself.
Because the last thing I wanted…
Was for something to ruin this moment.
2 days later
Today was supposed to be calm. Wedding in two days. Hair appointment later.
But instead…
I woke up, sat up in bed—
And ran straight to the bathroom.
I barely made it before I started throwing up.
And when it finally ended, I sat on the cold floor, breathing hard.
No… it can't be.
The doctor said it was impossible.
I swallowed hard.
Just in case.
I opened the cabinet and pulled out the bag I'd hidden behind the towels.
Five tests.
Because if I was going to do this, I wasn't taking chances.
My hands shook as I opened the first one.
Then the second.
Then all five.
I took them.
Set them on the counter.
And waited.
Those three minutes felt like three years.
My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it echoing in the bathroom tiles.
When the timer beeped, I stood up slowly, legs weak.
I looked down.
All of them the test…
Positive.
I covered my mouth with both hands as tears filled my eyes.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Pure, overwhelming joy.
"I'm… pregnant," I whispered, voice breaking.
I laughed, washed my face, and stepped out of the bathroom because the girls were already waiting for me.
Mia's bump was showing now — she looked so beautiful it made my heart warm.
Mica, Ella, Rakki, Freya, Grace… all of them were buzzing with excitement like they were the ones getting married.
"Let's get the bride ready before Keifer loses it," Freya said, clapping her hands.
Everyone burst out laughing because it was true — Keifer had been acting like a stressed wedding planner for two months straight.
They did my hair, my makeup, helped me into my dress.
Every second felt unreal.
Like I was floating.
And then…
It was time.
Time to walk down the aisle.
My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.
Papa and Kuya Angelo walked toward me, both wearing suits that made them look like they stepped out of a magazine.
Papa cleared his throat.
"Jay… can I tell you something?"
I nodded. "What is it, Papa?"
He took a deep breath, eyes softening.
"Let Angelo walk you down the aisle," he said quietly. "He was the one who raised you when I couldn't. He deserves it more than me."
My breath caught.
Kuya's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
Papa nodded, smiling with that proud, gentle smile I grew up with.
"You deserve it, son."
Kuya pulled Papa into a hug, holding him tight.
Papa hugged him back, patting his back like he was still a little boy.
Then Kuya turned to me, eyes shining.
"Ready, Jay?"
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
He offered his arm, and I took it.
As we stepped toward the aisle, he leaned in and whispered:
"Jay… I'm proud of you."
I squeezed his arm.
When we reached the entrance, the music started.
Everyone stood.
And at the end of the aisle…
Keifer was waiting.
He looked like he forgot how to breathe.
Kuya leaned toward him, eyes sharp.
"Take care of my sister," he said, voice low and serious.
Keifer nodded immediately. "Always."
KEIFER POV
When Jay appeared at the end of the aisle, I forgot how to breathe.
Literally.
David had to elbow me in the ribs.
She looked…
God.
Beautiful wasn't even the word.
She looked like every prayer I never said out loud.
Her dress — the one we designed together — shimmered in the sunlight.
she was walking toward me.
Toward me.
I felt my throat tighten.
I blinked fast.
No way was I crying again.
Section E would never let me live it down.
But when she reached me and took my hands…
I almost lost it.
JAY‑JAY POV
The priest smiled.
"Do you have vows prepared?"
Keifer nodded.
Of course he did.
He squeezed my hands, took a breath, and looked straight into my soul.
KEIFER POV — VOWS
"Jay… I don't deserve you."
She rolled her eyes, but her smile trembled.
"I hurt you. I doubted you. I left when I should've stayed. And for four years, I lived like a ghost. I wasn't a father. I wasn't a man. I wasn't me."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"But then you came back. And you didn't just forgive me — you saved me. You gave me a second chance. You gave me our kids. You gave me a home."
My voice cracked.
I didn't care.
"I promise to never waste another second. I promise to choose you every day. I promise to protect you, love you, annoy you, and follow you around like a lost puppy for the rest of my life."
Section E snorted.
Jay laughed through her tears.
"I love you, Jay‑Jay. My first baby. My last love. My forever."
JAY‑JAY POV — VOWS
I wiped my tears and took a shaky breath.
"Keifer… you're an idiot."
Everyone laughed.
Even the priest.
"But you're my idiot."
His eyes softened instantly.
"You broke my heart once. And I never thought I'd let you near it again. But you came back. You fought for me. You fought for our kids. You fought for us."
His jaw tightened — he was trying not to cry.
"I promise to love you even when you're annoying. I promise to support you even when you're dramatic. I promise to stay by your side even when you're being the king of assholes."
Section E cheered.
"And I promise to love you for the rest of my life. Because no matter what happened… my heart always found its way back to you."
KEIFER POV
I couldn't hold it anymore.
A tear fell.
And of course—
"PAPA CRIED!" Keira yelled.
Everyone laughed.
Jay squeezed my hands.
And in that moment…
I knew I was the luckiest man alive.
JAY‑JAY POV
The priest smiled at us, his voice warm and steady.
"You may now kiss the bride."
My heart stopped.
For a second, everything went quiet — the music, the crowd, even Section E.
All I could hear was my own heartbeat and the sound of Keifer breathing in front of me.
He looked at me like I was something fragile and precious, like he was afraid to blink and miss the moment.
His hands gently cupped my face.
"Wifey…" he whispered, voice shaking just a little. "You're really mine."
I smiled, tears slipping down my cheeks.
"I've always been yours."
And then he leaned in.
KEIFER POV
The second the priest said the words, my whole world narrowed to one thing.
Her.
Jay‑Jay.
My wife.
My forever.
Her eyes were shining, her lips trembling, her hands shaking in mine.
I brushed my thumb across her cheek, wiping a tear that fell.
"Don't cry," I whispered. "Or I'll cry too."
She laughed — that soft, beautiful laugh that ruined me every time.
I leaned in slowly, giving her time, giving myself time, letting the moment sink into my bones.
And when our lips finally touched—
It felt like coming home.
Soft.
Warm.
Perfect.
The kind of kiss that said everything we didn't have words for.
The second our lips pulled apart, I was still floating — dizzy, breathless, stupidly in love.
Jay's forehead rested against mine, her hands warm in mine, her smile soft.
And then she whispered it.
Right against my lips.
"I'm pregnant."
Everything inside me stopped.
I froze.
Jay. Pregnant. My Jay.
Pregnant.
With our baby.
My knees almost buckled.
I stared at her, eyes wide, mouth open, completely useless.
And then—
SECTION E, OF COURSE
Ci‑N: "Jay, what did you SAY to him?!"
Rory: "I BET SHE WHISPERED SOMETHING DIRTY. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S BROKEN."
Felix: "JAY. What did you do to our innocent boy?"
Jay laughed softly, tears in her eyes, and whispered again:
"I'm pregnant, Keifer."
My chest cracked open.
I grabbed her face with both hands, staring at her like she was a miracle I didn't deserve.
"You're… pregnant?" My voice broke. "Jay… are you serious?"
She nodded, smiling through her tears.
And that was it.
I lost it.
I pulled her into my arms, hugging her so tight she squeaked.
"I love you," I whispered into her hair. "I love you so much. Thank you. Thank you."
I was still holding Jay, still shaking, still trying to process the fact that my wife — my miracle — was pregnant, when something inside me just burst.
I turned around, lifted Jay's hand in mine, and yelled at the top of my lungs:
"A NEW WATSON IS COMING INTO OUR FAMILY!"
The crowd lost their minds.
Section E acted like they just won the lottery.
And then—
ARIES
He stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed, genuinely confused.
"Wait—WHEN did you two do it?"
I blinked at him.
Jay blinked at him.
Everyone blinked at him.
Then I said, completely deadpan:
"When the kids were at your house."
Aries' jaw dropped so fast it almost hit the floor.
KUYA ANGELO
He slapped a hand over his face.
"I shouldn't know that," he muttered. "I SHOULDN'T KNOW THAT."
He turned to me, pointing accusingly.
"And I SHOULDN'T HAVE DRAGGED YOU WITH ME THAT DAY!"
SECTION E CHAOS
David: "BRO. BRO. BRO. I NEED TO ERASE MY BRAIN."
Felix: "Jay, why would you SAY that out loud?"
Rory: "I KNEW IT. I KNEW THEY LOOKED TOO HAPPY THAT DAY."
Ci-n: "THIS IS THE BEST WEDDING EVER."
Blaster: "SOMEONE GIVE ME A MICROPHONE."
Edrix: "I'm adding this to the documentary."
Drew: "Congrats on the baby but also… wow."
Calix: "I'm traumatized."
Josh: "I'm happy for you… but also traumatized."
Kit: "This is… a lot."
Jay was laughing so hard she had to hold onto my arm.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, kissing the top of her head.
"Let them scream," I whispered. "We're having another baby."
She smiled up at me, eyes shining.
And in that moment — with the chaos, the yelling, the trauma of Section E, Aries having an existential crisis, and Kuya regretting every decision he ever made —
I felt like the happiest man alive.
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I'm really not great at writing Wedding parts so please forgive me its bad