JAY-JAY POV
It happened too fast.
One moment I was bossing Keifer around, telling him to move the dresser to the other side of the nursery because I didn't like how it looked.
He was groaning, muttering under his breath about how many times we'd rearranged the room already.
"Jay, this is the third time today," he complained, dragging the furniture with exaggerated effort. "At this rate, the babies will be born into a maze."
I was about to snap back, half‑laughing, half‑annoyed, when suddenly — I felt something.
It wasn't the usual flutter, not the gentle nudges I'd grown used to.
This was sharper, deeper, a pressure that made me freeze mid‑sentence.
My hand instinctively flew to my belly, my breath catching.
Keifer dropped the dresser instantly, his eyes wide. "Jay? What happened?"
I couldn't speak at first. My heart raced, panic and wonder colliding inside me. Then the words tumbled out, shaky but certain. "I think… my water broke."
He blinked, confused, as if he hadn't heard me right. "What?"
I glared at him, my voice rising. "Idiot, I said my water broke!"
The shout carried through the house. Within seconds, Keiran and Keigan burst into the room, their faces pale with alarm.
"Ate, what happened?" Keigan asked, his voice trembling.
Keifer didn't hesitate.
He scooped me up bridal‑style, his grip firm but gentle. "Your Ate's water broke," he said, his tone sharp with urgency.
Keiran's eyes widened. "Now? Already?"
"Yes, now!" Keifer barked, already moving toward the door. "Inform Section E and tell them to come to the hospital. We don't have time."
The world blurred around me — the nursery, the furniture, the half‑finished preparations.
All of it faded as Keifer carried me out, his arms steady even as his own panic flickered in his eyes.
The car door opened, and he slid me inside carefully, his hands trembling as he adjusted the seatbelt.
"Hold on, Jay," he whispered, his voice breaking. "We're going to meet them soon."
Keiran and Keigan hovered nearby, their voices overlapping in frantic questions, but Keifer silenced them with a look. "Just move. Get everyone to the hospital. I'll take care of her."
As the engine roared to life, I clutched his hand, my heart pounding.
The chaos had begun — but beneath the panic, a strange calm settled over me.
This was it. The storm we'd been waiting for was finally here.
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Keifer POV
When she told me her water broke, my mind went blank. For a heartbeat, I couldn't process the words. Shock hit me like a wave — the kind that freezes you in place, makes the world blur around the edges.
I stared at her, wide‑eyed, my chest tightening. "What?" I asked, stupidly, as if I hadn't heard her right.
Her glare snapped me back to reality. "Idiot, I said my water broke!"
That was all it took.
The fog lifted, and instinct took over.
I dropped the dresser without another thought, the thud echoing in the nursery.
My arms moved before my brain caught up — I scooped her up bridal‑style, feeling the tremor in her body, the urgency in her voice.
Keiran and Keigan rushed in, alarmed by her yelling. "Ate, what happened?" Keigan asked, his voice tight with worry.
I didn't waste time.
"Your Ate's water broke," I said firmly, already moving toward the door.
My grip tightened around her, protective, determined. "Inform Section E. Tell them to meet us at the hospital."
Their eyes widened, but they didn't argue.
They knew this wasn't the moment for hesitation.
I placed her carefully into the car seat, my hands trembling though I tried to steady them.
Every movement felt heavier than it should, as if the weight of the world rested on my shoulders.
I adjusted the belt around her, making sure it was secure, then leaned close.
"Hold on, Jay," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Her skin was warm, her eyes wide with both fear and determination.
For a second, I froze.
The sound of my own heartbeat thundered in my ears, louder than the car engine, louder than the chaos outside.
I forced myself to move, shutting her door gently before rushing around to the driver's seat.
My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, but I couldn't start the car yet.
I looked at her again, sitting there, her belly rising and falling with each uneven breath.
She was strong, but I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes.
"I've got you," I said firmly, more to convince myself than her. "I won't let anything happen."
Her hand reached out, trembling, and I caught it instantly, squeezing it tight.
That simple touch steadied me.
The panic dulled, replaced by a fierce determination.
I turned the key, the engine roaring to life.
The headlights cut through the night, and the road ahead seemed endless.
But all I could think was: every mile brought us closer to meeting them.
Every second mattered.
As I pulled out of the driveway, I whispered again, softer this time, "Just hold on, Jay. We're almost there."
And with her hand in mine, I drove into the storm, knowing I'd carry her through it no matter what waited at the end.
The road stretched endlessly in front of me, headlights cutting through the night.
My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, but my focus kept breaking every time I glanced at her in the passenger seat.
She shifted suddenly, her face tightening, and then her voice broke through the hum of the engine. "Keifer… it hurts."
The words hit me harder than any kick of panic I'd felt before.
My chest tightened, fear clawing at me, but I forced myself to stay steady.
I reached across, catching her hand in mine, squeezing it firmly.
"We're almost here," I said, my voice low but urgent.
I leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead, trying to pour every ounce of calm I had into her. "Just hold on, Jay. I've got you." .
By the time we reached the hospital, my nerves were frayed. I barely remember parking the car — everything blurred into instinct. I threw the door open, scooped Jay into my arms again, and rushed inside.
"Doctor!" I shouted, my voice echoing down the sterile hallway. "We need help now!"
The staff moved quickly, their faces tightening as they saw her condition. One nurse pressed a hand to her belly, another checked her pulse, and then the doctor appeared, calm but firm.
"The contractions are strong," he said, eyes meeting mine. "The delivery has to happen now."
My stomach dropped. The words hit me like a thunderclap. Now. Not later, not after more waiting, not after more preparation. Now.
I looked down at Jay, her face pale but determined, her hand clutching mine with a strength that surprised me. "Keifer…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "It hurts."
I bent close, pressing my forehead to hers, my grip tightening around her fingers. "I know, Jay. I know. But you're not alone. I'm right here. Just hold on."
The nurses wheeled her toward the delivery room, and I followed, refusing to let go of her hand.
My heart raced, fear clawing at me, but beneath it all was something stronger — love, fierce and unshakable.
This was it.
The moment we had been waiting for, the storm we had been preparing to face.
As the doors swung open, I whispered again, steadying myself as much as her: "We're going to meet them tonight."
The doctors moved quickly, their voices sharp and efficient, hands already preparing everything.
The room filled with the hum of machines, the shuffle of nurses, the clipped instructions that made my heart pound faster.
But my job was simpler — and heavier. I stayed at Jay's side, gripping her hand, whispering encouragement even as my own voice shook. "Jay, that's it. You're doing great. Keep pushing."
Her eyes snapped to mine, blazing with fury through the pain. "You asshole, this is all your fault!"
I froze, then almost laughed despite the chaos. "I know, I know," I murmured, kissing her damp forehead. "Blame me later. Just focus now."
She squeezed my hand so hard I thought my bones might break. "If you touch me one more time, I'm gonna kill you!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the sterile walls.
Oh dear god. For a moment, I believed her.
But I couldn't let go.
I just smiled at her, because even in that storm of pain and rage, she was still the strongest person I had ever known.
And yes — she might actually kill me when this was over.
But right now, I would take every threat, every scream, every ounce of her fury, if it meant holding her through this moment.
The doctors kept urging her, their voices sharp and steady, guiding every breath, every push.
The contractions came harder, shaking her body, and I leaned close, whispering again, softer this time, steadying both of us:
"They're almost here."
Her grip crushed my hand, her nails digging into my skin, but I didn't flinch.
I wanted her to feel me there, solid, unshakable, even as my own heart raced like thunder.
Then the doctor's voice cut through the chaos. "You're almost there, Mrs. Watson. One more push."
Jay's face twisted with pain, her cry raw and fierce.
She pushed hard, her whole body trembling, and the room seemed to hold its breath.
And then — a sound that shattered everything.
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