JAY-JAY POV
Today was the day — the day we finally get to know our triplets' gender.
My heart was racing with anticipation, every beat echoing the chaos waiting to unfold.
"Keif, get up," I said, nudging him awake.
He groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "Jay, babe, it's 7 a.m. in the morning."
"And the gender reveal party starts at 9 a.m. We have to get things ready," I reminded him, my voice firm but playful.
"But—" he started, his tone lazy, teasing.
I leaned down and kissed him, cutting off his protest. "No buts. Get up," I said, smiling against his lips.
He blinked up at me, finally sitting up, his hair messy, his grin boyish. "You're bossy when you're excited."
I laughed, brushing his cheek. "I'm not bossy. I'm motivated. Today is history, Keif."
He stretched, rubbing his eyes, then pulled me into his arms. "History, huh? More like chaos. But if it's with you, I'll take it."
I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Chaos we created. Chaos we'll celebrate."
And with that, we got up together, ready to face the storm of family, friends, and the three little secrets waiting to be revealed.
"Wake your brothers and make breakfast," I said, slipping out of bed and heading toward the bathroom.
He followed me, dragging his feet like a stubborn child. "Let me brush my hands first," he muttered sleepily.
"Fine," I sighed, rolling my eyes but smiling anyway.
We grabbed our brushes, standing side by side at the sink, foam gathering as we started brushing our teeth.
Suddenly, Keifer wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.
I froze for a second, then smiled, warmth flooding through me.
It was silly, messy, and ordinary — but in that moment, it felt extraordinary.
Here we were, brushing our teeth together, wrapped in love and chaos, waiting for the day that would change everything.
I leaned into him, giggling through the toothpaste. "You're ridiculous."
He grinned against my shoulder. "Ridiculous for you."
And just like that, even the simplest morning routine became a memory worth keeping.
We finished brushing our teeth, and after my shower I slipped into one of Keifer's shirts — oversized, soft, and comforting. We still had time before the party actually started, so I padded downstairs.
The brothers were already dressed, buzzing with energy.
"Ate, are you excited for today?" Keiran asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.
I nodded, my smile stretching. "So much," I said, my heart racing at the thought of finally knowing.
In the kitchen, Keifer was already waiting, a plate set neatly on the counter.
"You should be a chef for our kids," I teased, taking the breakfast from him.
He grinned, pride flickering in his eyes. "Sure, I'll cook for them. Every day."
Keigan leaned against the doorway, smirking. "Ate, the maids did most of the stuff already. All we have to do is blow the balloons up — only because you insisted on doing them yourself."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Of course I insisted. Balloons are the fun part."
Keifer chuckled, sliding an arm around my waist. "Fun part for you. For me, it's making sure none of these boys pop them before the party even starts."
The brothers exchanged mischievous glances, and I knew — chaos was already brewing.
"Come on, we're all blowing the balloons," I said, dragging them with me like a general leading her troops.
"Keif, it's already 7:30 a.m. we have to hurry up and get started — all three of you," I ordered, pointing at Keifer, Keiran, and Keigan.
They nodded, grabbing handfuls of balloons and starting to blow.
The room quickly filled with squeaks and puffs of air, the colorful shapes growing bigger and bigger. In between, some popped with sharp bangs, making us all jump and laugh.
Keiran, though, was the funniest — every time a balloon popped, he practically leapt out of his chair, clutching his chest like he'd just survived a horror movie.
"Keiran, you look like you're fighting for your life," I teased, giggling.
He scowled, cheeks red. "Ate, it's not funny! These balloons are dangerous!"
Keifer chuckled, shaking his head as he tied another knot. "Dangerous? More like embarrassing. You're supposed to be the brave one."
Keigan smirked, blowing another balloon with ease. "At this rate, Ate, we'll finish before Keiran even recovers from his jump scares."
I laughed, clutching my belly, the sound of popping balloons and playful bickering filling the house.
Chaos had officially begun — and the party hadn't even started yet.
We finally finished blowing the balloons at 8 o'clock. The living room looked like a rainbow exploded — balloons everywhere, floating, bouncing, and threatening to pop at any second.
"Finally," I sighed, collapsing onto the couch with a laugh.
Keifer leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Jay, babe, go get ready," he said, his voice gentle but firm.
I pouted, glancing at the balloons. "But they look so pretty. I want to stay here and stare at them."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You'll have plenty of time to stare later. Right now, you need to be the star of the party."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide my smile. "Fine. But only because you said I'm the star."
He kissed my forehead, his grin boyish. "You are. And today, everyone's going to see it."
I stood up, smoothing down his oversized shirt, my heart racing. The chaos was ready, the balloons were waiting, and in just one hour, our lives would change forever.
I went to our room, ready to finally put on the dress. I slipped off my top, standing there in just my bra and underwear, when the door creaked open.
"Jay, hurry up—" Keifer started, but his words froze mid‑sentence.
I spun around, cheeks burning, clutching the dress against me. "Keifer!" I squeaked. "Learn to knock the door!"
He closed the door behind him, stepping inside like he owned the room.
His grin spread slowly, boyish and shameless. "Sorry, love… but you're distracting."
I hid my face behind the fabric, blushing furiously. "You're impossible."
He chuckled, moving closer, his voice low and teasing. "Impossible for anyone else, maybe. But for you? Always yours."
My heart thudded, torn between embarrassment and warmth. "Keif, I'm trying to get dressed," I whispered, peeking at him from behind the fabric.
He tilted his head, eyes softening. "I know. I just… couldn't help it. You're beautiful, even like this."
I groaned, half laughing, half mortified. "You're going to drive me crazy."
He leaned in, brushing his lips against my forehead. "Crazy in love, Jay. That's the plan."
"Go out, I'm changing," I said quickly, clutching the dress against me.
He shook his head, that mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Come on, Jay," he teased, voice low and shameless. "I already saw everything — that's why we're having triplets too."
My cheeks burned hotter, and I smacked his arm lightly. "Keifer!"
He laughed, leaning against the dresser like he had all the time in the world. "Besides, I also have to get ready. Why waste time?"
I groaned, hiding my face behind the fabric. "You're impossible."
He stepped closer, brushing his fingers against mine, his tone softening. "Impossible for anyone else… but for you, always yours."
I peeked at him, half embarrassed, half smiling. "You're going to make me late."
"It's fine," he said, tugging off his shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked, clutching the dress.
"Getting ready to take a shower," he replied casually, disappearing into the bathroom.
I exhaled, taking the chance to slip into the dress. The fabric slid over me perfectly, but when I reached back to zip it, my hands were too short. I struggled, twisting, groaning in frustration.
Then the bathroom door opened. Keifer stepped out, damp hair clinging to his forehead, wearing nothing but his boxers.
He froze, smirking. "What are you doing?"
I shot him a glare. "What do you think? I've been trying to zip this thing forever. My hands are too short."
He laughed, the sound rich and teasing.
"It's not funny," I snapped, cheeks burning.
"Right," he said, still grinning as he walked closer. His hands brushed mine away gently, and in one smooth motion, he zipped the dress.
Before I could thank him, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against him. His chin rested on my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin.
"You know you look beautiful," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my neck.
My heart fluttered, my blush deepening. "Keif…" I murmured, half scolding, half melting.
He tightened his hold, his voice low and certain. "Beautiful, and mine. Always."
"Get ready, we're gonna be late," I said, tapping my foot impatiently.
"Help me, please," Keifer replied, his tone almost childlike.
"Keifer, you just have to wear your pants and shirt," I groaned, rolling my eyes.
He slipped into his jeans, then handed me the shirt with a grin. "Help me wear the shirt."
I sighed, but my heart softened. "You're unbelievable," I muttered, taking the shirt and helping him slip his arms through. My fingers moved down the buttons, fastening each one carefully.
When I finished, I looked up at him, and the words slipped out naturally. "You look handsome today."
I leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
His eyes softened, and he pulled me closer. "So do you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, and finally my lips.
It was a soft kiss — gentle, lingering, filled with quiet promises.
For a moment, the chaos of the party, the balloons, the guests waiting outside… all of it faded.
It was just us, wrapped in love, standing in the calm before the storm.