JAY JAY POV
AFTER THE WEDDING
The wedding night felt different than I imagined, but in the best way.
We weren't doing anything physical — not with the pregnancy — but honestly, just being in the same room as my husband felt perfect.
Keifer was already stripping out of his suit, tossing pieces of clothing everywhere until he was standing there in nothing but his boxers. Typical. He acted like we'd been married for ten years already.
He sat beside me on the bed, eyes soft but full of questions.
"When did you know?" he asked quietly.
"This morning," I said, brushing my hair behind my ear. "I took five tests. All of them were positive."
His breath caught, like he was reliving the moment all over again.
I reached for his hand.
"Do you want to double‑check? We can go to the doctor tomorrow."
He nodded immediately — not out of doubt, but out of pure excitement and protectiveness.
Like he wanted every confirmation in the world that this miracle was real.
He squeezed my hand gently.
"Tomorrow," he said softly. "I want to make sure you and the baby are okay."
He slid under the covers beside me, still pouting like a child who didn't get dessert.
"Let's sleep," Keifer murmured.
I nodded, then blinked.
"Wait… where are the kids?"
"Oh, they're at Tita Gemma's house," he said, waving his hand. "Tita wanted them to stay there for the special night."
"Hmm."
I couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out when I saw his face.
He narrowed his eyes. "Why are you laughing?"
"Because you're making that face."
"What face?"
"The 'I'm suffering' face."
He groaned dramatically. "Jay… it's my wedding night and I can't even touch you."
I smacked his arm lightly. "Idiot."
"I'm serious!" he said, sitting up a little. "Not that I don't love our kid—because I do—but he or she is already preventing me from touching you."
I rolled my eyes and tugged him down beside me.
"Who says you can't touch me?"
He froze. "Jay… you're pregnant."
"So?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean we can't have—"
I stopped myself, because I knew exactly where his brain was going.
"JAY," he whispered, horrified and hopeful at the same time. "No. No. No. You're pregnant. We are NOT—"
I laughed, pressing a finger to his lips.
"Relax, Keifer. I meant cuddles. Calm down."
He let out a breath so dramatic it could've blown out a candle.
"Oh thank God," he muttered. "I thought you were trying to kill me."
I snuggled into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around me instantly.
"Goodnight, husband," I whispered.
He kissed the top of my head.
"Goodnight, wife. And goodnight, baby."
And just like that, we fell asleep — tangled together, warm, safe, and already in love with the tiny life growing inside me.
We woke up slowly, still wrapped in the warmth of last night.
Keifer stretched beside me and kissed my forehead.
"Jay, get ready. We have our appointment," he said gently.
I nodded and dragged myself out of bed.
"I'm tired," I mumbled.
"Me too," he admitted, "but after the appointment we can get ice‑cream."
I perked up immediately, like a five‑year‑old promised candy.
He laughed. "See? Works every time."
We got dressed, headed to the hospital, and waited until they called my name.
"Morning, Mrs. Watson," Ci‑N said in the most teasing voice possible.
Asshole.
"Seriously, Ci‑N? I thought we were over this," I said as I sat on the exam bed.
He smirked. "I thought you said you'd stop threatening to throw me out the window."
"I thought you said you wanted to be a pilot," I shot back.
"Well, yes," he said, adjusting his coat. "My parents said I could be one after I spend one year working in this hospital. And I'm almost done with my year."
I blinked. "Your parents didn't agree at first, right?"
"Nope. But thanks to your husband, they agreed."
I turned to Keifer slowly.
"Wow. So you do know how to compromise."
Ci‑N snorted. "Compromise? Jay, no. He threatened my parents. He said if they didn't agree to HIS conditions, he'd make sure the Peralta name would never step foot in a hospital again."
I stared at Keifer.
He shrugged.
"What?" he said. "I was being supportive."
I rolled my eyes so hard I saw another dimension.
"I shouldn't know any of this," I muttered.
Ci‑N laughed. "Welcome to married life, Mrs. Watson."
Keifer just smirked, proud of himself like he didn't just bully an entire family into letting Ci‑N chase his dreams.
And honestly?
This was exactly the kind of chaos I married into.
"So why are you two here again?" Ci‑N asked, finally sounding like an actual doctor instead of a menace.
"When I had the triplets, the doctor said it would be really hard for me to get pregnant," I explained. "But yesterday at the wedding you found out I was pregnant, and I just want to double‑check."
For once, Ci‑N nodded seriously.
"Okay. Here—take this test and do it," he said, handing me a pregnancy test like it was a pen.
I took it, went to the bathroom, did what I had to do, and handed it back to him.
Ci‑N disappeared for a few minutes.
Keifer squeezed my hand.
"Whatever happens, I'm with you," he said quietly.
I nodded, my heart pounding.
Then Ci‑N came back… smiling like he just won a raffle.
"Okay, so congrats—you are pregnant," he announced.
I smiled instantly.
Keifer's face lit up like the sun.
He pulled me into a hug so tight I almost squeaked.
Then Ci‑N opened his mouth again.
"The chances were very low, but thanks to your husband's sperm—which is apparently very strong—you got pregnant again," he said, teasing.
He wiggled his eyebrows.
"So basically, your husband is very strong."
Keifer puffed his chest like a proud asshole
I smacked his arm.
"Ci‑N, shut up," I groaned.
But I couldn't stop smiling.
After the appointment, we headed straight to the ice‑cream shop like Keifer promised. The moment we walked in, the cold air hit my face and I felt like a kid again.
"I'm so happy today," Keifer said for the hundredth time, kissing my temple like he couldn't help himself.
"I know," I said, leaning into him. "Me too. And I'll be double happy if I get four scoops of ice‑cream."
He stared at me like I'd just asked for the moon.
"Four?" he repeated.
I nodded with full confidence.
He sighed dramatically, but he was already pulling out his wallet.
"Fine."
I grinned.
"Yes."
Keifer shook his head, smiling like he was helpless against me — which, honestly, he was.
And as we stood there, waiting for my ridiculous four scoops, his hand resting protectively on my stomach
We finally got our ice‑cream, and just when I thought the day couldn't get any better, my phone started buzzing again.
I groaned.
Keifer raised an eyebrow.
I picked up.
"What now, Alex?"
"Umm… Jay, you have a meeting today. And sorry I couldn't attend your wedding, I was on vacation," Alex said.
Right.
The same vacation I forced him to take so he'd stop sleeping in the office.
"Yeah, I gave you the time off," I said, licking my ice‑cream.
"So… I heard you were pregnant," Alex added.
"Yep. Just confirmed it with the doctor. Or at least one doctor," I said, thinking of Ci‑N's stupid grin.
"Okay, sorry to disturb your first day as an actually married couple, but you have a meeting in less than an hour. And… I don't think you'll be happy about who it is."
Keifer looked at me, confused, while I kept eating my ice‑cream like nothing was wrong.
"Before you say anything," Alex rushed, "I didn't know who it was either until I got here."
"You didn't tell me who it is," I said, already annoyed.
"Right. That part. It's Yuri Hanamatchi."
I froze.
Then—
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, ALEX!"
He hung up immediately.
Keifer stared at me.
Then he smiled, leaned in, and kissed me softly.
"Wifey. Language."
He pulled back and rested both hands on my stomach.
"It would be bad if our child starts learning profanities from inside their mother's womb."
I chuckled, shaking my head at him.
"Keifer… will you come to the office with me?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Sure. Is it a meeting?" he asked, grabbing his keys.
I nodded.
"With Yuri."
The second the name left my mouth, I regretted it.
Keifer's entire face changed.
His jaw clenched.
His eyes narrowed.
His whole body went into angry husband mode.
"That son of a bitch," he growled. "I told him to stay away from you."
He was already reaching for his phone like he was about to declare war.
I grabbed his wrist.
"He doesn't know I own MKM."
Keifer froze.
Then he smirked — the dangerous kind.
"Oh, now for sure I'm coming."
He didn't even wait for me to finish my ice‑cream. He took my hand, pulled me toward the car, and opened the door like a man on a mission.
We got in, and he drove like he was escorting the president.
We reached the office in record time — and the moment we pulled up to the building, Keifer cracked his knuckles like he was preparing for a fight.
"Jay," he said, voice low and serious, "I'm going to enjoy this."
Keifer and I walked through the MKM lobby together, his hand on the small of my back like he was escorting royalty.
Or like he was preparing to fight someone.
Honestly, with Keifer, it was always both.
We reached the meeting room, and Alex was already outside the door looking like he wanted to quit.
"Jay— I mean, ma'am— I mean—"
"Alex, breathe," I said.
Keifer glared at him anyway.
Alex opened the door.
Inside, Yuri was sitting at the conference table, scrolling through his phone like he owned the place. He didn't even look up at first.
He finally glanced up.
"Sorry, Miss—"
"Mrs. Watson," Keifer cut in, stepping behind me like a guard dog.
Yuri went pale instantly.
"S‑Sorry, Jay… I didn't know you were the owner of MKM."
I sat down at the head of the table — my seat — and opened the folder Alex prepared.
"Let's begin."
Yuri swallowed hard and slid a stack of papers toward me.
"These are the reports for the project proposal."
I skimmed the first page.
Then the second.
Then the third.
My eyebrows slowly rose.
"Yuri," I said calmly, "these reports are incomplete, outdated, and half of the numbers don't even make sense."
He stiffened. "It's just a draft—"
"This is a multimillion‑dollar partnership," I said. "A draft isn't supposed to look like a high‑school group project done at 2 a.m."
Keifer snorted behind me.
I pushed the papers back toward Yuri.
"MKM declines the project."
Yuri's face twisted.
"What? You can't just—"
"I can," I said. "And I did."
He slammed his hand on the table.
"This is why women shouldn't run companies! You're too emotional—"
Keifer moved before I even processed the insult.
One second Yuri was standing.
The next second he was pinned against the wall by Keifer's forearm.
"Say that again," Keifer growled, voice low and dangerous.
Yuri's eyes widened. "K‑Keifer—"
"You insult my wife in her own office?" Keifer pressed harder. "You talk to her like that? After everything you've already done?"
"Keifer," I said softly.
He didn't look away from Yuri.
"Jay, I'm being calm."
"This is calm?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "If I wasn't calm, he'd be on the floor."
Yuri squeaked.
I sighed. "Keifer, let him go."
He stepped back slowly, still glaring.
Yuri straightened his shirt, shaking.
"You're insane."
"No," Keifer said. "I'm married."
I stood up, smoothing my blazer like I was brushing off the last bit of patience I had left.
"Mr. Hanamatchi, due to your behavior toward me and toward my husband, I'm blacklisting your company," I said, voice steady.
Yuri's eyes blew wide. "You can't do that."
"I very much can."
He scoffed. "Let's be honest here, Jay. You and I both know another CEO can't just show up. He wasn't appointed. I was unprepared to see Mr. Watson and I was nervous."
"You're correct, Mr. Hanamatchi," I replied. "But as the co‑CEO of MKM, he has every right to be here."
Both Yuri and Keifer froze — Yuri in shock, Keifer because he clearly didn't know I was going to announce that today.
"Still—" Yuri started.
"Get out," I cut him off, voice sharp. "Your company is already blacklisted."
That's when something in him snapped.
"You really are a bitch, Jay," he spat. "I should've known better than to be respectful to a—"
I moved before he could finish.
One step. One swing.
My fist connected with him, and the whole room froze
I stared him down, breathing hard.
"I should've known better than to talk to you," I said quietly, "instead of punching you first."
My voice didn't shake.
His did.
"You and your whole family are done," I said quietly, every word sharp. "Don't show me your face again, because next time I won't hold back."
I stepped forward, ready to swing again —
but warm hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.
Keifer.
My annoying, overprotective husband
"No fights," he murmured against my ear. "You're pregnant, remember?"
I froze.
Oh.
Right.
I kinda forgot for a second
Keifer chuckled softly.
"If our baby learns how to fight in the womb, you're gonna be the soccer ball," he said. "He or she will keep kicking you."
Then he turned to Yuri, his smile gone.
"You heard my wife," Keifer said, voice low. "Get the hell out."
The room stayed silent then Yuri got out with a bruise on his face
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🌸✨ BABY POLL TIME ✨🌸
Okay everyone sooo I've been thinking… and I NEED your opinions 😭🫶
What do you want our future Jayfer baby to be? 👶💗
Girl 🌷✨
Boy 🌙💙
Twins
-one girl & one boy 🌸🌙
-boy & boy 💙💙
-girl & girl 🌷🌷
OR something different you guys wanna see 👀💫
Please comment your choice — I wanna see what y'all pick for our chaotic little family 🖤📖✨