The chaotic energy of the mansion finally settled as the sun dipped below the horizon. After the "Operation: Cotton Wool" madness, Jay-jay had managed to convince the Section E boys to go on a pizza run, leaving the house—and the nursery—blissfully quiet.
Keifer was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by mahogany wood pieces and a set of gold-plated screws. He was assembling the second crib with the same surgical precision he used for his business mergers.
"You know, we could have had the staff do this," Jay-jay teased, sitting on a soft rocking chair and resting her hands on her stomach.
"No," Keifer said firmly, tightening a bolt. "Their first beds should be built by their father. It's a matter of structural integrity."
Jay-jay smiled, watching him. This was the side of Keifer the world rarely saw—the cold, calculating leader of the Watson empire, now meticulously ensuring a baby's crib wouldn't wobble.
Once the cribs were side-by-side, they began adding the personal touches. Jay-jay stood up to help, moving slowly.
Keira's side was a soft blend of cream and gold, with a plush silk blanket draped over the edge.
Jayden's side featured deep navy accents and a small, hand-carved wooden wolf—a gift from the boys—perched on the shelf.
Keifer stood back, wiping a smudge of dust off his shirt. He walked over to the wall where two sets of letters were mounted in elegant script: KEIRA and JAYDEN
"They're going to be here soon, Keifer," Jay-jay whispered, stepping into the circle of his arms.
"I know," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "I spent my whole life building walls to keep people out. Now, I've built a room to keep the only people who matter safe."
He reached out and gently touched the letter 'K' for Keira, then the 'J' for Jayden. The fierce intensity that usually lived in his eyes had been replaced by a quiet, protective peace.
Jay-jay looked around the room. It wasn't just a nursery; it was a sanctuary. Outside those doors, life was a whirlwind of Section E drama, Watson family politics, and modeling auditions. But in here, it was just them.
"Do you think they'll be like us?" she asked softly.
Keifer pulled her closer, his hand resting over hers on her baby bump. "I hope Jayden has your heart," he said sincerely. "And I hope Keira has your spirit. The rest... we'll handle together."
For a long moment, they just stood there in the dim light of the nursery, listening to the silence and the soft kicks of the twins. The Mutya and the "Cold king" of Section E were gone—replaced by two parents simply waiting for their legacy to begin.