JAY-JAY POV
The night sky glittered with fragments of color still drifting down, but the garden had shifted into something softer.
Tables were pulled closer, lanterns flickered, and laughter rolled like waves across the space.
Keifer sat beside me, his hand never leaving mine.
His eyes were still damp, but his smile carried a quiet pride that made my chest ache.
"I can't believe it," he murmured. "Three little lives waiting for us."
I leaned against him, warmth spreading through me. "They already feel like the center of everything."
Across the yard, Mayo was balancing a plate stacked too high with food, shouting, "Triplets deserve a feast!"
Ci‑n stole a bread roll from him mid‑stride, smirking. "You're just using them as an excuse to eat more."
Aries and Jare were locked in a debate over who would teach the boys sports first,
while Blaster strummed a playful tune on his guitar, turning every sentence into a song.
Kit, ever composed, raised a glass and declared, "Tonight marks the beginning of a dynasty."
Kuya Angelo gathered everyone's attention with a steady voice. "This family has grown tonight. Not just in number, but in strength."
The words settled over me, heavy and comforting all at once.
I glanced at Keifer, who was staring at the lantern light reflecting in my eyes.
He whispered, "No matter how loud they get, you'll always be my calm."
I laughed softly, brushing my thumb across his cheek. "And you'll always be my storm."
The garden erupted again, voices overlapping, music rising, and I realized — this wasn't just a party.
It was the first chapter of a new story, one we were writing together.
The night had finally quieted.
The confetti still clung to the grass, glowing faintly under the lanterns, but the laughter had softened into goodbyes.
One by one, everyone began to drift toward the gate, voices warm and teasing as they left.
"Take care, Jay,"Kuya Percy said, giving me a quick hug before turning to Keifer with a pointed look. "And you — don't mess this up."
Keifer chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I won't."
Aries smirked, his sarcasm sharp as ever. "If she cries, you're dead. If she laughs, you're safe. Easy rules."
Percy clapped Keifer on the shoulder, his tone firm. "You've got responsibility now. Don't take it lightly."
I groaned, cheeks burning. "You guys are unbelievable."
But deep down, I felt the warmth behind every word.
They weren't just teasing — they were reminding Keifer that I was theirs too, part of this family, and he had to protect that bond.
Keifer pulled me closer, whispering against my hair, "Don't worry. I'll take care of you. Always."
And as the last of the voices faded into the night, I realized — the storm had passed, but the love surrounding us was stronger than ever.
In our room, the noise of the garden had faded into silence. The confetti, the laughter, the teasing — all of it felt like a dream now.
We were just laying on the bed, the soft glow of the lamp painting shadows across the walls. Keifer's arm was draped over me, his thumb tracing lazy circles against my skin.
For the first time all night, there was no shouting, no bets, no chaos. Just us.
He exhaled, his voice low. "Jay… I still can't believe it. Two boys and a girl. Our whole world changed in one evening."
I turned to face him, catching the way his eyes glistened even now. "You cried," I teased softly, brushing his cheek.
He chuckled, embarrassed but unashamed. "I couldn't help it. A daughter… it hit me different. I kept imagining her tiny hand holding mine."
My chest tightened, warmth spreading through me. "She's already got you wrapped around her finger."
He smiled, boyish and tender. "And the boys… they'll be my little shadows. I'll teach them everything. But her… she'll be my heart."
I leaned closer, resting my forehead against his. "We'll figure it out together. Chaos or not."
He kissed me gently, lingering, as if sealing a promise. "After the storm, it's just us. Always."
And in that quiet, I realized — the world outside could roar as loud as it wanted. But here, in this room, on this bed, we had found our calm.
"Ahh," I gasped, clutching my belly.
Keifer sat up instantly, his eyes wide with panic. "What happened?"
"The babies… they just kicked me," I said, breathless but smiling.
"What?" His voice cracked with tension.
"Give me your hands," I whispered.
He obeyed without hesitation, sliding his palms gently over my stomach. A second later, a tiny thump pressed against his hand.
"They kicked again," I said softly. "Feel that?"
Keifer's eyes widened, shimmering with something I couldn't name — but I knew it was love. His lips parted, and for a moment he was speechless.
Then another kick came. And another. And another.
"They're kicking you nonstop," he said, half laughing, half overwhelmed.
I nodded, wincing slightly. "A little uncomfortable… but not too much."
His brows furrowed, protective instinct flashing across his face.
"Okay," he said firmly, leaning closer to my belly.
His voice softened into a playful scold. "Hear up, my little chaos. You've been kicking your mama for ten minutes straight. Give her a rest, alright? Don't give her a hard time."
Keifer lowered his head again, pressing another kiss to my belly, lingering as though he was speaking directly to the little lives inside me
As if listening, the kicks slowed, turning into gentle nudges.
I laughed, brushing his cheek. "They actually listened to you."
He grinned, boyish and proud. "Of course they did. They already know their dad's voice."
I felt tears prick my eyes, overwhelmed by the mix of pain, joy, and love. "Keif… they're ours. All three of them."
He kissed my forehead, whispering, "And I'll spend my whole life protecting you — and them."
The room fell quiet again, but inside me, the storm of tiny kicks reminded me:
Our chaos was alive, growing, and already filling the world with love.