JAY-JAY POV
After 12 years
The triplets were now 17
I got a call from the principal at HVIS.
Yeah… hard to believe our triplets were now in Section E.
Seventeen years old, and somehow all three had landed in the same section.
Section E
I picked up the phone. "Hi, Mrs. Watson, are you free to come to the school?" Sir Alvin asked, his voice tight, clipped in a way that told me this wasn't a casual call.
"Yes… any problem, Sir Alvin?" I asked, worried already creeping into my chest.
"Please, Jay, come quickly," he urged.
"Sure," I nodded, though my stomach twisted.
This old man… once my teacher, now the principal of HVIS.
I remembered him from my own school days — sharp, disciplined, the kind of man who could silence a room with a single look.
Back then, he was a strict but fair and kind teacher who demanded respect without ever raising his voice.
Sir Alvin had always been different.
While other teachers dismissed Section E as hopeless, he never gave up.
He tried to give us the same care, the same attention, the same dignity as the other sections. He fought for us when no one else did.
And now, decades later, he was calling me.
Not as a student, but as a mother.
The weight of it pressed on me.
If Sir Alvin call me directly, it meant my triplets had gotten into something serious.
Section E wasn't just another class — it was chaos, rebellion, and survival.
I drove to HVIS, the familiar gates rising before me like a memory I couldn't shake. .
The school still looked the same — the tall brick walls, the wide courtyard, the echo of students' voices spilling out like it always had.
But there were changes. Not big enough to erase the past, not small enough to ignore.
I walked toward the principal's office, my heart pounding harder with each step.
When I opened the door, the sight froze me in place.
Kade and Kevin sat with bruised faces, their pride still intact despite the marks, glaring at the boys across from them.
Their eyes burned with defiance, the kind that said we didn't lose, we won't back down.
Kiara, untouched, rolled her eyes across the room, her chin tilted with that same stubborn tilt I knew too well.
Oh God… she makes me remember me.
The way I used to sit in this very office
The boys across the room leaned back in their chairs, bruised but smirking, as if the fight had been worth it.
Their laughter was low, mocking, the kind that made my blood boil.
"Hello, Jay," Sir Alvin said, his voice warm but edged with concern.
"I hope you don't mind me calling you Jay even though you're married to Keifer now." He chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension in the room.
I smiled at him, though my eyes flicked back to my bruised boys. "Of course not, Sir. You've been my teacher. You'll always have that right."
Sir Alvin's gaze flicked between them and me, his sigh heavy. "Jay… it's like déjà vu. Your children carry the same fire you did."
I pressed my lips together, torn between pride and frustration. "Fire is good, Sir. But bruises aren't."
"Speaking of which, your kids and Section D got into a fight," Sir Alvin explained, his tone heavy.
"Ma, they started it first," Kiara said, her voice firm, not backing down.
"Oh please," one of the Section D boys scoffed, leaning forward with a smirk. "You're just blaming us because you lost."
"You little—" one of the boys started, his voice rising.
Kevin's calm voice cut through, steady but sharp. "Finish that sentence, and I will make sure you don't speak for the next week or so."
The room went still. Oh dear God… he makes me remember Keifer. That same quiet dominance, the kind that didn't need shouting to command respect.
And not to mention — Kevin was the president of Section E. His words weren't just threats; they carried weight. Authority. Power.
The Section D boy froze, his jaw tightening, but he didn't finish the sentence. The others shifted uneasily, their smirks fading.
Sir Alvin leaned back in his chair, watching Kevin with a mix of surprise and recognition. "President of Section E… and already showing his father's fire."
Kade smirked, proud of his brother's sharpness. "Told you we didn't lose."
Kiara rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "Mama, you see? He's just like Papa."
"Can anyone explain what is going on here?" I asked, still confused, my eyes sweeping across the room.
Kiara sat up straighter, her voice firm. "Ma, I was just walking towards the cafeteria for lunch, and one of the Section D boys held my wrist. I punched him, and then they tried to hit me. But Kade and Kevin got involved… and yeah, the rest is history."
Kade smirked despite his bruised lip. "History that proves we don't back down."
Kevin's calm voice followed, sharp as a blade. "They crossed the line first. We only finished what they started."
One of the Section D boys scoffed, leaning forward. "She overreacted. It was just a joke."
Kiara's eyes flashed, her chin tilted defiantly. "A joke? You don't grab someone's wrist and call it a joke."
Sir Alvin rubbed his temples, his sigh heavy. "Jay, you see the problem we have here."
I nodded, my lips pressed tight.
"So I decided to suspend all of them for one week," he said firmly.
"I respect that, Sir," I replied, though my chest tightened.
"Let's go, kids," I said, turning toward them.
As soon as we stepped outside the office, I grabbed Kevin and Kade by their ears.
"You couldn't just talk instead of using your fists?" I scolded, my voice sharp.
"Uhh, Ma—" Kade winced, squirming. "Let me go, please!"
"Mama, it hurts, please stop," Kevin said, his calm voice breaking into a rare plea.
Kiara snorted, covering her mouth to hide her laughter. "Oh my God, you two look like little boys again."
Kade shot her a glare, still bent sideways from my grip. "Not funny, Kiara!"
Kevin sighed, trying to keep his composure even with his ear pinched. "Mama, we defended her. Isn't that worth something?"
I narrowed my eyes, finally letting go. "Defending doesn't mean bruises. You're old enough to use your words, not your fists."
Kade rubbed his ear dramatically. "Words don't work when they grab your sister."
Kevin straightened his collar, his voice calm but edged. "We'll be smarter next time."
Kiara rolled her eyes, smirking. "Next time? You mean you're planning another fight?"
I groaned, shaking my head. "God help me. Three tornados, and all of them think they're storm commanders."
"Don't tell your Papa," I warned, lowering my voice as we walked down the hall. "He might cause more trouble because someone held his little princess's hand."
Kiara's eyes widened, then she smirked. "Oh, Mama… you know Papa would storm the whole school if he heard that."
Kade chuckled, rubbing his sore ear. "Yeah, he'd probably challenge Section D himself. And trust me, Papa doesn't lose fights."
Kevin adjusted his collar, his voice calm but edged. "Which is exactly why we shouldn't tell him. He'd make this worse."
Kiara giggled, leaning closer to me. "But Mama, wouldn't it be funny to see Papa march in here like a superhero?"
I groaned, shaking my head. "Funny? No. Embarrassing? Yes. He'd turn this into a war zone."
Kade grinned, bruised lip curling. "Papa vs. Section D. I'd pay to see that."
Kevin sighed, ever the serious one. "Papa doesn't need to fight. He already wins by reputation."
Kiara rolled her eyes, smirking. "Exactly. That's why they're scared of us. We're his kids."
I stopped, looking at all three of them — bruised, stubborn, and far too much like their father.
"Listen to me," I said firmly. "This stays between us. Papa doesn't need to know. Or else, trust me, you'll be suspended for more than a week."
The triplets exchanged glances, then nodded reluctantly.
But the mischievous spark in their eyes told me one thing: Keeping this secret from Keifer was going to be harder than I thought.
"Don't tell me what?" Keifer's voice cut in from behind us, sharp but familiar.
I turned, my heart skipping. "What are you doing here?"
He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. "You know I know everything. Where are the Section D boys?"
The triplets froze, exchanging guilty glances. Kiara bit her lip, Kade rubbed his sore ear, and Kevin adjusted his collar like he was preparing for a courtroom defense.
I stepped forward, pressing a hand against Keifer's chest. "It's over. They're suspended for a week, and so are our kids. No more fights."
Keifer's jaw tightened, but then his gaze softened as it landed on Kiara. "No one touches my daughter. Ever."
Kiara rolled her eyes, smirking. "Papa, relax. I punched him first."
Kade burst out laughing, bruised lip and all. "That's my sister!"
Kevin sighed, shaking his head. "And that's why we're suspended."
For a moment, the tension broke.
Laughter spilled into the hallway, even Keifer chuckling despite himself.
I groaned, though a smile tugged at my lips. "You're all impossible. My tornados, my rebels… my family."
Keifer leaned down, kissing my forehead. "And you're our Queen. No arguments."
The triplets crowded around us, bruised but grinning, their voices overlapping in chaotic harmony:
"Best family ever!"
"Papa's still the funniest zombie CEO!"
"Mama's still the scariest when she pulls ears!"
And just like that, the storm settled.
Suspensions, fights, rivalries — they were only chapters in a bigger story.
Because at the end of the day, we were still together.
Chaos and love.
Empire and home.
Rebellion and laughter.
Our story didn't end in bruises.
It ended in family.
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🌹✨ Epilogue Note ✨🌹
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