Keifer POV
Everything feels unreal.
I sit here, watching Jay laugh, her hand resting protectively over her belly, and I can't help but think how different my life would be without her.
I feel so thankful to Jay.
If she hadn't walked into my world,
I would still be the old Keifer — grumpy, mad, closed off.
The kind of man who pushed everyone away because it was easier than letting them in.
But now… now I'm someone else.
Someone who smiles without realizing it.
Someone who dreams about tomorrow instead of dreading it.
Someone who believes in chaos, love, and family all at once.
Jay changed me.
She gave me a reason to soften, to hope, to fight for something bigger than myself.
I glance at her, and the thought hits me like a wave:
She's not just carrying our babies.
She's carrying the best version of me too.
Every time she says she wants a mini‑me, something inside me shifts.
Every time she says she wants a mini‑me, something inside me shifts.
It's not just words — it's a promise.
A future I never thought I'd deserve.
I imagine a tiny hand gripping mine,
A laugh that echoes hers but carries my stubbornness,
A child who reminds me daily that love can rewrite even the darkest chapters.
Jay doesn't realize it, but every time she says it, she heals me a little more.
She makes me believe that the man I am now — the man she helped me become — is worth passing on.
And so I hold her tighter, whispering back that I want a mini‑Jay too.
Because together, our chaos will live on in them.
"Keif, earth to Keifer," she said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I blinked, turning to her with a small smile. "What do you want, love?"
She wrapped her hands around my arm, her warmth grounding me. "What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing," I murmured, brushing my thumb across her knuckles. "Just… how our babies will look like."
She giggled, eyes sparkling. "Probably, they'll have your face and my attitude… or my face and your attitude." She leaned closer, her grin mischievous. "Either way, chaos is guaranteed."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Chaos, huh? With three of them, it's going to be more than chaos. It's going to be a storm."
Her laughter filled the air, soft and bright. "A storm we'll love."
I looked at her, my chest tightening with gratitude.
She didn't realize it, but every word she spoke made me believe more in the future we were building.
A future where chaos wasn't something to fear — it was something to celebrate.
I pressed a kiss to her temple, whispering, "Then let's be ready for the storm."
"Let's go and find me a dress and you a shirt," she said, tugging me toward the shop.
I nodded, letting her lead, because honestly, watching her excited over something so simple felt like magic.
"Keifer, how will this look?" she asked, holding up a beautiful blue dress.
"Beautiful," I said without hesitation.
She grabbed another one, eyes sparkling. "How about this one?"
"You'll look cute in it," I replied, grinning.
"Keifer," she said, narrowing her eyes.
"Jay‑Jay," I mimicked her tone, smirking.
"Be serious," she scolded, though her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile.
"But babe, you'll look good in every dress," I said, meaning every word.
She rolled her eyes, muttering, "Gago, you're about to be a father of three and you're still flirting."
I leaned closer, my grin boyish. "Three or ten, I will not stop flirting with you."
"And profanity," I added
I kissed her right there, not caring who was watching.
She broke the kiss quickly, cheeks flushed. "Keif, there are people here."
I smirked, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "So? Let them know you belong to me."
Her blush deepened, and I knew —
no matter how many people were around,
no matter how much chaos tomorrow would bring —
she was mine, and I was hers.
She found a dress, and honestly, she looked like a goddess.
"Pay for this," she said, striding toward the counter with confidence.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, trailing after her like a loyal soldier.
We reached the counter, and that's when trouble started. The cashier lady's eyes flicked to me, her smile a little too sweet.
"So, Mr. Handsome," she said, voice dripping with flirtation.
Great.
Just great.
I could feel Jay's eyes burning into the side of my head.
I was dead.
Dead before my kids were even born.
"Is this all you're getting?" the cashier asked, leaning forward slightly.
"Yeah," I answered quickly, keeping my tone clipped, my gaze fixed firmly on the register.
Out of the corner of my eye, Jay crossed her arms, her eyebrow raised in that way that promised I'd be interrogated later.
I swallowed hard, forcing a smile.
Keifer, don't mess this up.
You're already on thin ice.
Jay leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for me to hear, "Mr. Handsome, huh?"
I groaned internally. I'm doomed.
"Ok, your total will be 2360.60 pesos," the lady said.
I pulled out my card, but before she could touch my hand, Jay grabbed it and slipped it from my fingers.
"Hon, I'll give it to her," she said firmly, her eyes never leaving mine.
I nodded, letting her take control.
The cashier glanced at Jay, then rolled her eyes.
My jaw tightened instantly. "Don't roll your eyes at my wife," I said, my voice low and dangerous.
She froze, her smile faltering. "Sorry, Mr.—"
"Don't finish that sentence," I cut her off, my tone sharp.
I slid the card across the counter, my gaze unwavering. "Here's the card. Hurry up and bill it."
"Sure, Sir," she said quickly, fumbling with the register.
Jay squeezed my arm, her touch soft, calming the storm inside me.
When we came out of the shop, Jay suddenly burst out laughing, her voice echoing through the mall.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes but already bracing myself.
"Nothing," she said, still giggling. "If you didn't yell at her, you would be dead right now."
I nodded slowly, forcing a smile even though my heart was still pounding from the scene inside.
Good job, Keifer, I thought to myself. You survived. Barely.
I glanced at Jay, her laughter softening into a grin, and realized that surviving wasn't just about dodging trouble — it was about keeping her happy, keeping her safe, and proving every day that she was mine.
And if that meant scaring off a cashier or the whole world, then so be it.
"Let's go and find you a shirt," she said, tugging me toward another shop.
I followed without complaint —
Because honestly, watching her light up over something as simple as clothes was worth more than anything.
She made me try on a few shirts, tilting her head, eyes narrowing like a critic judging a masterpiece. Finally, she held one up against me, her smile blooming.
"You look handsome in this shirt," she said, her voice soft but certain.
I looked at her, not the shirt. "If you like it, then I like it," I answered simply.
Her cheeks flushed, and she rolled her eyes,
But I caught the way her lips curved into a smile she couldn't hide.
Inside, I thought:
It doesn't matter what I wear. If she's the one choosing it, then it already feels perfect.