✦ CHAPTER — "Mama Is Mine." ✦
Jay's POV
Three months later—
Alina Watson officially ruled the mansion.
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Everyone was obsessed with her.
Mama. Freya. Sarah. Even the mafia men softened around her somehow.
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But nobody—
absolutely nobody—
was more obsessed than Keifer.
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And unfortunately for him…
Alina had recently decided I was her favorite person.
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The second anyone else carried her too long?
Crying.
If I disappeared from sight?
Immediate betrayal.
And lately—
she refused to sleep unless she was against my chest.
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Which meant one thing:
Keifer Watson had become jealous of his own daughter.
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Currently, I sat on the couch holding Alina against my shoulder while she slept peacefully.
Tiny hand gripping my hoodie.
Tiny cheek pressed against me.
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And beside me—
Keifer stared at her suspiciously.
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"She's doing it again."
I blinked.
"…doing what?"
"She stole my spot."
I looked down at sleeping Alina.
Then back at him.
"…she's three months old."
> "Exactly."
"Old enough to manipulate."
I burst into laughter instantly.
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Alina stirred slightly hearing my laugh.
And immediately—
Keifer moved closer.
Too close.
Resting his head dramatically on my lap now.
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I stared down at him.
"…what are you doing?"
His arms wrapped around my waist instantly.
> "Competing."
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At that exact moment—
Alina woke up.
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And the SECOND she saw Keifer laying on me—
her tiny face scrunched immediately.
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Then:
angry baby noises.
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I gasped laughing.
"No way."
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Keifer narrowed his eyes at the baby.
"She's starting problems again."
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Alina grabbed my shirt tighter instantly.
Like she understood.
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Then Keifer pointed dramatically at her tiny hand.
> "See?"
"Possessive."
I laughed so hard I almost woke the entire mansion.
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Keifer's POV
I knew she was a baby.
I knew that.
Logically.
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But why was she attached to Jay twenty-four hours a day?
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Every time I tried holding Jay—
suddenly: tiny crying.
Tiny angry noises.
Tiny betrayal face.
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And now she was literally glaring at me from Jay's arms.
Three months old and already territorial.
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"No," I told her seriously while moving closer again.
> "Mama is mine."
Immediately—
Alina made another offended sound.
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Jay covered her face laughing.
"Oh my God…"
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I wrapped my arms around Jay from one side while Alina stayed in her arms from the other.
Both of us attached to her simultaneously.
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Then suddenly—
Alina stretched one tiny hand and grabbed my shirt.
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Silence.
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I looked down slowly.
Her tiny fingers held onto me loosely while still staying against Jay.
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And just like that—
all my fake jealousy disappeared instantly.
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"She likes you," Jay whispered softly.
I looked at Alina again.
Then carefully touched her tiny hand with my finger.
And immediately—
she held it tighter.
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Something inside my chest melted completely.
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"She still stole my wife," I muttered quietly.
Jay laughed again.
And this time—
Alina laughed too.
Tiny. Soft. Barely there.
But real.
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Both of us froze instantly.
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"…did she just laugh?" Jay whispered.
I stared at Alina like the world stopped moving.
And suddenly—
our daughter smiled.
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Tiny. Sleepy. Perfect.
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Jay's eyes filled immediately.
Meanwhile I forgot how breathing worked.
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Then quietly, without looking away from Alina, I whispered:
"…okay."
> "She can keep mama." 🤍
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✦ CHAPTER — "Papa Is Mine." ✦
Jay's POV
Eight months later—
Alina Watson had officially become a tiny mafia boss.
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Not because anyone taught her.
No.
Because apparently she copied everything Keifer did.
Everything.
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The way he narrowed his eyes.
The way he crossed his arms.
Even the little judging stare he gave people.
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And unfortunately—
everyone noticed it.
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"Why is she glaring at me like Boss?" one mafia man whispered nervously.
I looked over.
And nearly choked laughing.
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Tiny Alina sat on the carpet beside Mochi with her arms crossed exactly like Keifer.
Tiny serious face included.
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Meanwhile Keifer looked proud.
Actually proud.
> "Good."
"Keifer, she's eight months old."
> "And already intelligent."
But lately—
there was another problem.
A much bigger problem.
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Alina had become OBSESSED with Keifer.
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If he walked away?
Crying.
If another person carried her too long?
Crying.
If he entered a room?
Immediate happiness.
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Meanwhile I sat there like: hello??? I CREATED HER???
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Right now Keifer sat on the couch with Alina in his lap while she touched his face happily.
And this man looked completely in love with his own child.
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"She likes you too much," I muttered dramatically.
Immediately both of them looked at me.
Same expression.
SAME EXACT EXPRESSION.
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I pointed accusingly.
"See? That's terrifying."
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Keifer smirked slightly.
Then Alina copied the smirk.
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Silence.
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I gasped dramatically.
"No."
> "Absolutely not."
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Keifer laughed softly while kissing Alina's forehead.
And suddenly—
jealousy hit me.
Real jealousy.
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I walked over dramatically and wrapped my arms around Keifer's neck from behind.
"Papa is mine."
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The second I said that—
Alina looked offended.
Actually offended.
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Then suddenly—
she grabbed my hair.
Hard.
And immediately started crying angrily.
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"Ow— Alina!"
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Keifer instantly took her carefully.
"Shh, princess."
His voice softened immediately.
"I'm yours."
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Meanwhile I stared at both of them in betrayal.
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Keifer looked over at me while calming Alina gently against his chest.
"Jay."
"What?"
"She's a baby."
Excuse me???
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I crossed my arms dramatically.
"Well clearly I'm not loved anymore."
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Keifer sighed like he already knew where this was going.
But honestly?
Pregnancy hormones may have left.
My dramatics did not.
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✦ LATER ✦
I ignored Keifer the rest of the evening.
Completely.
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Every time he came near me—
I walked away dramatically.
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"Jayjay."
Silence.
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"Baby."
Ignored.
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By nighttime he finally cornered me near the kitchen looking genuinely offended now.
"Are you seriously jealous of our daughter?"
I narrowed my eyes.
"Are YOU seriously taking her side?"
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He stared at me for two seconds.
Then suddenly wrapped himself around me dramatically.
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Actual full-body clinginess.
His arms around my waist. Face buried in my neck.
And this giant mafia boss literally wrapped one leg around mine so I couldn't walk away.
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"Keifer!"
"No."
"You're heavy!"
"You ignored me."
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I tried SO hard not to laugh.
But my shoulders were already shaking.
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Then suddenly—
tiny crawling sounds.
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Both of us looked down.
Alina was crawling toward us at full speed with betrayal written all over her tiny face.
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The second she reached us—
she grabbed Keifer's shirt and tried pulling him away from me.
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I LOST IT.
Actually laughing now.
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"She wants you gone!"
Keifer looked offended immediately.
"I was here first."
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Alina made angry baby noises and shoved his arm dramatically.
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And somehow—
instead of moving—
this man clung harder.
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He wrapped both arms tighter around my waist and buried his face deeper into my neck stubbornly.
"No."
> "Mama is mine too."
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Now both of them were literally fighting over me.
An eight-month-old baby and a grown mafia boss.
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I stared at Keifer in disbelief.
Because this terrifying feared man?
Was jealous of his own daughter.
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Eventually Alina gave up trying to push him away and instead climbed into my lap possessively.
Still glaring at him.
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He narrowed his eyes right back.
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"Mama," I whispered dramatically to Alina.
> "Help me make papa jealous."
Immediately—
traitor child switched sides.
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The second Keifer tried touching my waist again—
Alina pushed his hand away angrily.
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I gasped laughing.
"Oh my God."
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Keifer looked genuinely betrayed.
"Not you too."
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✦ TEN MINUTES LATER ✦
I was trying to work peacefully on my laptop.
Trying.
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But now:
Alina slept against one side of me
Keifer laid against the other side with his face on my shoulder
Both attached.
Both refusing to move.
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I looked down at them helplessly.
"My family is clingy."
Without even opening his eyes, Keifer answered quietly:
> "Your fault."
And somehow—
he was probably right. 🤍