JAY JAY POV
The mansion was filled with the people who had stayed by my side through all the chaos. Aries and his wife, Avery, arrived first, looking more in love than ever.
"Avery! Hey, how are you?" I asked, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I'm good! Happy birthday, Jay! What about you?" she asked, smiling brilliantly.
"Perfect," I said, and I meant it.
Soon, the rest of the gang trickled in. Percy was practically glowing, holding hands with Honey—who looked like the only person on earth capable of keeping him in line. Kuya Angelo followed behind, looking sharp but intimidating as usual. Tita Gemma couldn't make it because she was on a trip, but she had sent a box of gifts so large it took two guards to carry it in.
Aries walked up to me, smirking in that annoying way only a brother can. "So, the monkey is finally turning twenty-five?"
"Gago!" I reached out to punch his arm, but he laughed and dodged me, pulling me into a one-armed hug instead.
The party moved to the poolside garden. It was beautiful—exactly the kind of extra celebration Keifer liked to throw. There was a buffet of all my favorites, and the music was playing softly in the background. Keiran and Keigan were busy teaching Kevin how to fist bump, while Percy was trying to convince Honey to dance.
As the cake was brought out again for the formal singing, everyone gathered around. Keifer stood right behind me, his hands resting possessively on my hips.
"Speech! Speech!" Percy yelled, waving a chicken wing in the air.
"Okay, okay!" I laughed, looking around at the faces of my family. "I just... I want to thank everyone for being here. This past year has been the best of my life. I have a wonderful husband, a healthy son, and the best friends I could ever ask for."
I felt Keifer squeeze my waist. I looked down at the cake, but suddenly, the smell of the chocolate frosting hit me like a physical wall. My stomach did a violent somersault.
"Jay?" Keifer whispered, sensing my sudden change in posture.
I felt the blood drain from my face. I tried to take a breath, but the smell of the food, the heat of the sun, and the noise suddenly felt like too much. I swayed slightly.
"Whoa, Ate!" Keiran said, reaching out.
Keifer grabbed me before I could fall, his face instantly shifting into protector mode. "Jay-Jay? Talk to me. Is it your head? Your side?"
"I'm... I'm fine," I whispered, but then it happened again. The nausea was undeniable. I clamped a hand over my mouth and leaned away from the cake.
"She's pale as a ghost," Avery said, her eyes widening as she exchanged a look with Honey.
"Percy, get the car!" Keifer roared, looking like he was ready to go to war with the air itself for making me dizzy.
"Wait, Keifer! No!" I gasped, grabbing his arm. I took a deep breath, the realization hitting me like a lightning bolt. I remembered the morning sickness with Kevin. I remembered the weird cravings I'd been having for the last week that I'd blamed on birthday stress.
The whole garden went silent. Everyone was staring at me.
"Jay-Jay?" Keifer's voice was low, trembling with a mix of fear and an emerging hope he was too scared to voice. "What is it?"
I looked at him, then at Kevin, who was being held by Aries. I looked back at my husband and felt a tear prick the corner of my eye.
"I don't think it was the cake," I whispered, a small, shaky smile breaking through my pale face. "I think... I think Kevin's going to be a big brother."
The silence that followed was deafening. Percy's chicken wing actually fell out of his hand.
"No way," Aries breathed.
"I'M GOING TO BE A TITO AGAIN?!" Keiran screamed, jumping into the pool fully clothed in excitement.
Keifer didn't move. He just stared at me, his eyes searching mine. Slowly, his hand moved from my waist to my stomach, his palm pressing flat against the hidden life growing inside me. His eyes went glassy, and for the second time in our history, the great Keifer Watson looked like he was about to cry.
"Another one?" he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.
"Another one," I confirmed.
He didn't care that everyone was watching. He picked me up and spun me around, letting out a triumphant shout that echoed across the entire estate.
"I told you!" Keiran yelled, splashing in the pool. "I told you they were making a sibling!"
"Shut up, Keiran!" Keifer laughed, finally setting me down and kissing me like it was the first time all over again.
The party turned from a birthday celebration into an absolute riot. As the sun began to set, I leaned into Keifer's side, watching our chaotic family celebrate. Another Watson was on the way. Another accident for the brothers to handle. And looking at Keifer's face, I knew that this time, he was more than ready.
2 YEARS LATER
"Keth! Kevin! Stop fighting right now!" I yelled, rubbing my temples. My house wasn't a house anymore; it was a literal battlefield.
"Mama, Kuys started it! He took my robot!" Keth shouted back.
Keth Jordan Watson—my second born. He was two years old now and a complete mirror of Keifer's temper, while Kevin was already starting to act like the stoic leader of the playroom.
"I don't care who started it! Stop!" I huffed, sitting down on the sofa.
The mansion felt different these days. Keigan finally got married and bought a house of his own (though he's here every weekend), and Keiran is currently in the States for his studies. You'd think the house would be quieter, but no. With two mini-Watsons running around and another one on the way, the chaos has only doubled.
"Mama," Keth said, suddenly dropping the robot and waddling over to me. He pointed his tiny finger at my very prominent baby bump. "When will our brother come?"
I smiled, pulling him into my lap while Kevin sat beside me, looking curious too. "Soon, baby. Just a few more weeks and you'll have another playmate."
"And a new target for their mischief," a deep voice rumbled from the doorway.
Keifer walked in, looking every bit the powerful King he was, but the moment he saw us, his sharp gaze softened. He dropped his briefcase and knelt in front of us, kissing my bump first, then Kevin's forehead, and finally Keth's nose.
"Mama, Dada help!" Keth said, struggling with the collar of his shirt that was half-off from his wrestling match with Kevin.
"Go ask your dad to help you wear that shirt properly," I said, shooing him toward Keifer.
Keifer chuckled, expertly fixing Keth's clothes. It was still the most surreal thing to see the most feared man in the world being bossed around by a two-year-old.
"Are they giving you a hard time again, Teacher?" Keifer asked, looking up at me with a smirk.
"They're Watsons, Keifer. What do you think?" I retorted.
"True." He stood up, hoisting Keth onto his shoulders and pulling Kevin up with his other arm. "Hey, listen up, you two. Give your Mom a break. If I hear one more scream while I'm in the shower, I'm giving all your toys to Tito Percy."
Both boys went wide-eyed. Percy was a fun Tito, but they knew that once Percy got a toy, it usually ended up "broken" or "lost."
"No! No Tito Percy!" Kevin yelled.
"Good." Keifer sat them down and turned back to me, his hand resting on my stomach. "Any name ideas for the new prince?"
I leaned my head against his shoulder. "I was thinking Kaleb Jace Watson. Keeping the K.J.W. tradition alive."
"Kaleb Jace," Keifer repeated, the name sounding right as he said it. "I like it."
I looked at my husband and my sons, feeling the kick of the new baby against my palm. Life with Keifer Watson was never peaceful, and it was definitely never boring.
3 years later
Who the hell said having four boys in the house was fun?
After Kaleb, we had another one. And guess what? It was another boy. I'm officially outnumbered. I'm losing my mind in a sea of blue clothes, toy cars, and testosterone. Every corner of this mansion smells like grass, sweat, and whatever "experiment" Kevin and Keth are working on in the backyard.
"Jay-Jay... baby... just one more. Please?" Keifer's voice came from behind me, sounding way too hopeful for a man who already has four mini-clones running around.
"Keifer!" I turned around, holding a pile of laundry that felt like it weighed fifty pounds. "Look at me. I have dark circles under my eyes and I haven't slept a full eight hours since 2024!"
"Please? One more? Just one," Keifer pleaded, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. He used that low, husky voice that usually makes me forget my own name, but I was standing my ground today.
"We have four kids, Keifer! Four! I don't want more!" I said, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to move a brick wall.
"But Jay, one more won't hurt. Please? The boys really want a sister. Keth was crying yesterday because he has no one to play princess with," Keifer lied through his teeth. I knew for a fact Keth was crying because Kevin wouldn't let him play the PlayStation.
I looked over at our youngest, Kasper Jake Watson, who was currently sitting on the rug trying to put a shoe in his mouth.
"He is one, Keifer!" I gestured wildly at Kasper. "He's barely walking! And you want to add another one to this circus?"
"I'll hire ten more nannies. I'll build a nursery the size of a mall. I'll even do the midnight feedings for a month," he promised, his eyes darkening with that intense, possessive look. "I just want a little girl who looks exactly like you. Imagine, Jay-Jay... a tiny Teacher running around the house."
I felt my heart waver for a split second. A little girl? Someone to finally wear the pink dresses Tita Gemma keeps sending? Someone who wouldn't try to wrestle me to the ground every time I tried to put shoes on them?
"No," I said, shaking my head to clear the thought. "You said that before Kaleb. And before Kasper. You have strong genes, Keifer! You only make boys!"
"Then we keep trying until we make a princess," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck.
"You're hopeless," I sighed, leaning back into him.
"I'm a Watson," he corrected, turning me around so I had to look into those piercing eyes. "We don't stop until we get what we want. And right now... I want to give you a daughter."
I looked at the chaos in the living room—Kevin teaching Keth how to "interrogate" a teddy bear, and Kasper successfully getting the shoe halfway into his mouth—and then I looked at my husband.
"If the next one is a boy, Keifer Watson, I am moving into a hotel for a year."
He grinned, that triumphant, dangerous smirk blooming on his face. "Deal."
Gago talaga. I'm definitely going to regret this
2 YEARS LATER
Finally, after all those boys, the universe decided to have mercy on me. We actually had a girl.
Each of them is exactly two years apart, and let me tell you, five kids in this house is definitely not a walk in the park. My life is an endless cycle of school runs, sports practice, and trying to keep the house from being burnt down by "accidental" wrestling matches.
Finally, after giving Keifer one last chance, we had a girl. Let me tell you, having five kids in the house is definitely not a walk in the park. My life is constant chaos, noise, and enough laundry to fill a warehouse.
But the one good thing? The boys actually get quiet for their sister. It's the only time they aren't wrestling or breaking something.
"Kevin! Keth! Kaleb! Kasper! KRYSTAL!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the entire mansion.
I stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, checking my watch. We were already ten minutes late for the family dinner at the restaurant. One by one, they started appearing, every one of them looking like a smaller version of their father.
First came Kevin Jackson Watson, who was now nine. He had that cool, calm look on his face as he walked down. Then Keth Jordan Watson, seven years old and already looking for trouble. Following him was Kaleb Jace Watson, five, who was trying to trip his older brother. Then Kasper Jude Watson, our three-year-old, who was still struggling to put his own shoes on.
And finally, the one who turned this house upside down. Krystal Jade Watson.
She was only one year old, but she already had us all wrapped around her tiny finger. Keifer was carrying her, looking far too smug for a man who had more kids than he had hobbies.
"Krystal, tell Mama what Dada told you," Keifer said, kissing her chubby cheek.
"Mama, Dada said I'm the best," Krystal babbled, clutching a fistful of Keifer's expensive shirt.
I glared at Keifer, but I couldn't stop the smile from tugging at my lips. "Keifer, stop spoiling her. She's only one, and she already thinks she owns the house."
"She's a Watson, Jay-Jay. It's in her blood," Keifer said, walking over to me and pulling me into his side, even with the baby between us. He looked at our four boys lined up and then at our daughter. "Besides, look at them. They'd do anything for her."
It was true. Kevin was already checking if Krystal's socks were on straight, and Keth was holding her favorite toy ready for the car ride.
"Five kids, Keifer. Five," I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder for a brief second of peace. "I'm losing my mind."
"You're doing great, Teacher," he whispered, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "And don't worry. I'm done. I got my girl."
"You better be done, Keifer Watson! If I see one more positive pregnancy test, I am moving back to my old apartment!"
Keifer laughed, the sound loud and happy as he ushered everyone toward the door. "No more, Jay-Jay. I promise. Our family is complete."
As we headed out to the cars—the boys shouting, Kasper tripping over his own feet, and Krystal laughing—I looked at the chaos and realized that even though it was loud and stressful, this was exactly where I was meant to be.
Gago talaga, but he's my gago.
THE END
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