✦ CHAPTER — "Our Baby." ✦
The mansion felt different lately.
Not because anything had changed outside.
But because everything inside it had quietly shifted into something softer.
Something… more careful.
More real.
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Jay's POV
I still wasn't used to it.
Every time my thoughts drifted back to the hospital words—
pregnant—
my chest tightened in a way I couldn't explain.
It felt like my whole life had quietly turned a page without asking me first.
And Keifer?
Keifer had become completely unbearable.
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"Careful."
I turned slowly while standing perfectly fine in the hallway.
"…I'm just walking."
His eyes didn't even move from me properly.
"You're walking too fast."
I blinked at him.
"I'm literally standing still."
He paused for a second, then stepped closer anyway, one hand already resting against my waist like it belonged there.
Like it had always belonged there.
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That hand never really left me anymore.
Not for long.
It would find me without thinking.
Across rooms.
In silence.
In passing.
Always there.
Like he needed to make sure I was real.
Like he needed to make sure I stayed.
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And I didn't stop him.
I think I needed it too.
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That evening, the mansion filled with voices.
Both families had come over.
The place had turned into something loud and warm and chaotic all at once.
Children running through halls.
Laughter echoing off walls.
Familiar voices mixing together in ways that felt almost unreal.
Liana was chasing Mochi again, completely fearless now.
Little Elina was sitting on Aries's shoulders, pointing at everything like she owned the world.
And somehow, watching them made everything feel even more surreal.
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I sat on the couch beside Keifer, quietly watching the chaos unfold.
His arm stayed around me like it had been placed there permanently.
Warm. Steady.
His hand, again, rested gently over my stomach without him even noticing he was doing it.
Or maybe he did.
Maybe that was the point.
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Freya noticed first.
Her eyes narrowed slowly as she stared at us.
"…why is he holding her like that?"
The room went quiet for half a second.
Then chaos exploded.
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Everyone started talking at once.
Laughter. Shock. Excitement. Questions.
The kind of noise that filled every corner of the room until it felt impossible to hear anything clearly.
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I felt my face heat up instantly.
Keifer didn't react the same way.
He just pulled me a little closer.
Not aggressively.
Just… protective.
Like the noise itself was something he didn't trust around me.
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Mia's expression changed first.
Then Ella.
Then everything turned into realization all over again.
And suddenly it wasn't just noise anymore.
It was joy.
It was emotion.
It was family.
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Jare leaned back casually, but his eyes were sharp when he looked at me.
"So Keifer's kid might inherit his temper."
Before I could even react, the air shifted.
Keifer turned his head slowly.
Too slowly.
The kind of slow that made everyone instinctively stop talking.
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"Don't stress her," he said quietly.
Simple words.
Heavy enough to silence the entire room.
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Jare immediately laughed like he couldn't help himself.
But even he stepped back slightly.
Because Keifer wasn't joking.
Not even a little.
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Liana clapped loudly for no reason at all.
Elina copied her instantly.
And suddenly, the tension broke again into soft chaos.
Children laughing. Adults talking. Someone yelling for food.
Everything blending back into warmth.
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Hours passed like that.
Until slowly, the noise began to fade.
One by one, people drifted into different rooms.
The mansion quieted again.
Not empty.
Just peaceful.
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Later that night, I was lying on the bed when Keifer finally came back in.
He didn't say anything at first.
Just sat beside me quietly, like he had something on his mind.
Then slowly, carefully, he lowered himself down until his head rested against my stomach.
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My breath caught slightly.
"…Keifer."
He didn't move.
Only a soft hum left him in response.
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One arm wrapped gently around my waist.
The other stayed still over my stomach, like he was holding something invisible but important.
Something only he could feel in his own way.
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I ran my fingers through his hair slowly.
Softly.
"Talking to them already?"
A pause.
Then, quiet and certain:
> "They're mine too."
My chest tightened immediately.
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He stayed like that for a long time.
Silent. Calm. Present.
Like he had finally found a place where he didn't need to be anything else.
Not a boss.
Not a weapon.
Just… here.
With us.
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And in that quiet moment, with his breathing slow against my stomach, I realized something clearly.
This wasn't just change.
This was the beginning of something that was going to stay.
✦ CHAPTER — "Midnight Cravings." ✦
Two weeks later, the mansion had settled into a new rhythm.
Quieter nights. Softer mornings. And a certain kind of attention that never really left Jay alone anymore.
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Jay's POV
I couldn't sleep.
I tried turning to my side.
Then the other side.
Then back again.
Nothing felt comfortable.
It was like my body couldn't decide what it wanted, and my mind was even worse.
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Keifer's arm was still around my waist, steady and warm even in sleep.
That should've been comforting.
But tonight, even that didn't settle me.
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I shifted again quietly.
A little too much this time.
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His hand tightened slightly against my waist.
Then I heard his voice, rough with sleep.
"…Jay."
I froze.
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Slowly, he opened his eyes.
Immediately alert.
Not fully awake, but already focused on me like it was instinct.
"What's wrong?"
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That question broke something in me.
I didn't even understand why.
My throat tightened instantly and suddenly tears came without warning.
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His expression changed immediately.
"…hey."
He sat up slightly, pulling me closer.
"What happened? Are you hurt?"
I shook my head, but the tears didn't stop.
"I don't know…"
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That made him panic more.
His hand came up to my face gently, wiping my tears with his thumb.
"Tell me what you need."
His voice softened now.
Careful. Controlled. Like he was trying not to scare me.
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I stayed quiet for a moment, trying to understand myself.
Then I whispered something small.
"…I want something from that bakery… the one near the old bridge."
My voice broke again.
"…I don't even know why."
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Silence.
Just a second.
Then Keifer exhaled slowly like the answer was already decided.
He reached for his coat immediately.
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"You stay here."
I looked at him quickly.
"…Keifer, it's the middle of the night."
> "I know."
"You don't have to go yourself—"
> "I do."
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Before I could say anything else, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
Then another one, slower this time.
"Don't move too much. Stay warm."
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He turned to the door and paused just once.
"Mama will stay with you."
And with that, he left.
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Later
The mansion stayed quiet.
Mama sat near me, gently brushing my hair back while I tried to calm down.
"It's okay," she said softly. "He'll be quick."
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And he was.
Exactly one hour later, the front door opened again.
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Keifer walked in, still in his coat, slightly damp from the night air.
But in his hand—
the exact thing I wanted.
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He didn't say anything at first.
Just walked straight to me.
Sat down.
Pulled me gently into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
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"Eat," he murmured.
His hand rested on my waist instantly again.
Warm. Familiar. Anchoring.
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I took a bite slowly.
And somehow—
the craving didn't matter anymore.
Just him being here did.
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Keifer watched me quietly the entire time.
Not intense.
Just focused.
Like this moment mattered more than anything else outside this room.
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When I finished, my body finally relaxed.
The exhaustion from earlier hit all at once.
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I leaned against him without thinking.
And he immediately adjusted his hold, pulling me closer.
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"Sleep," he said softly.
I nodded slightly, already drifting.
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My head rested against his neck.
His hand stayed on my back, slow and steady.
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And before I fully fell asleep, I heard him whisper—
so quietly it almost felt like a secret:
> "Tell me anything you need… I'll go anywhere."
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And that was the last thing I remember before sleep took over completely.
✦ CHAPTER — "Heartbeat" ✦
Jay's POV
The morning felt too quiet.
Not peaceful quiet.
The kind of quiet that makes you notice everything you're thinking.
I kept my hands folded in my lap the entire car ride, even though Keifer's hand was right there.
Close enough to take if I wanted it.
And I always did.
But today I didn't speak much.
Neither did he.
That was what made it strange.
Keifer usually filled silence without trying.
Today, he didn't.
Just kept his hand near mine like he was making sure I didn't drift too far away from him.
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Inside the hospital, everything felt soft and white and unreal.
The kind of place where time slows down without asking permission.
I lay back on the bed, trying to breathe normally, but my chest didn't feel normal.
It felt… heavy in a way I couldn't explain.
Not bad.
Just full.
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When the doctor started, I turned my head slightly.
And I saw Keifer sitting beside me instead of standing behind like he usually did.
Closer.
Like he didn't want distance between us today.
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Then—
it happened.
A sound filled the room.
Small. Steady. Real.
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For a second, I forgot how to breathe properly.
My eyes widened without permission.
And suddenly my chest tightened so hard I had to blink quickly to stop the tears.
Because it wasn't just a sound.
It was proof.
It was real.
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My hand moved slightly, instinctively reaching for Keifer's.
And he was already there.
Holding it.
Not tightly.
Just… firmly enough that I knew I wasn't alone in this feeling.
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I didn't look at him fully because I knew I'd break if I did.
So I just stared at the monitor instead, trying to process the fact that something inside me was already there.
Already alive.
Already real.
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And when the doctor confirmed it softly, I felt my breath shake.
Not sadness.
Not fear.
Just overwhelming emotion I didn't know how to carry.
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Keifer's hand stayed on mine the entire time.
And when I finally blinked away a tear I didn't realize had fallen, I felt his thumb brush it away gently.
Like it was nothing.
Like I wasn't breaking apart quietly right beside him.
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I think that was the moment it fully hit me.
I wasn't alone anymore.
Not really.
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Keifer's POV
I don't usually feel silence.
Silence usually means nothing to me.
But today it felt different.
Today it felt heavy.
Like something important was happening and the world hadn't figured out how to speak properly yet.
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I sat beside her instead of behind her.
I didn't even think about it.
It just felt wrong to be further away.
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When the sound filled the room, I went still.
Completely still.
Not because I was shocked.
Because I didn't want to miss it.
I didn't want it to disappear.
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I've heard gunshots, explosions, chaos.
But that sound—
that small steady rhythm—
felt more important than all of it.
Because it wasn't destruction.
It was beginning.
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I looked at the screen without blinking properly.
Then I felt her hand move.
And I didn't hesitate.
I held it immediately.
Like I was afraid she might disappear into the emotion of the moment.
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She didn't look at me.
But I saw her breathing change.
I saw her struggle to stay steady.
And I didn't know what to say.
So I just stayed.
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When the doctor spoke, I already knew the answer.
But hearing it made it real in a different way.
More permanent.
More serious.
More mine.
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I felt her shake slightly beside me.
And before I even thought about it, my hand moved to her face.
Wiping her tear gently.
Slowly.
Like she was something I had to be careful with now.
More than ever.
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I didn't look away from her for long.
Because I realized something I didn't say out loud.
This wasn't just her life changing.
It was mine too.
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On the way back, I didn't let go of her hand.
Not once.
Because I kept thinking about the sound again.
That heartbeat.
And I couldn't stop myself from wanting to hear it again.
Over and over.
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That night, she fell asleep early.
Completely drained.
Soft in a way she didn't even notice.
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I stayed beside her longer than usual.
Watching her breathe.
Listening to the quiet room.
Feeling her hand still in mine.
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My hand moved slowly to her stomach again.
Careful.
Almost protective without thinking.
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And after a long silence, I finally spoke.
Not to her.
Not to the room.
Just quietly.
Like it was something I needed to accept out loud.
"…I heard you."
A/N
Hey lovelies
What do u want their baby gender to be ?
Girll or boy ?
Or twins
Two girls 🤍
Two boys
Or a girl and boy ✨️💛
Comment what u want.
I feel like it should be a girl . I don't know why 😭🤣 . Because usually everyone writes twins
But your ideas matter the most 🎧🩷 comment what u want and I'll write I down 😌🔥🎀