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(Jay's POV)
After 2 years
"Honestly, if these twins don't come out of me in the next five seconds, I am going to legally divorce my own stomach!" I yelled at the living room ceiling, tossing a giant velvet pillow across the floor. "My brain feels like a blender filled with heavy metal music and kitten videos! I want to laugh, I want to punch a wall, and I desperately want to eat a box of chalk, but I also just want to sleep for the next three years! Why is my life like this?!"
Keifer, who was standing near the door with a bottle of lotion, a plate of snacks, and a fluffy blanket, just blinked at me with wide, completely terrified, yet loving eyes.
The day we found out we were having twins, I think Keifer's soul briefly left his body. Once it came back into his body, he transformed from a regular overprotective husband into what I like to call the grandfather of all overprotectiveness.
By the time I hit my eighth month of pregnancy, I was basically a walking, breathing, emotional roller coaster, and Keifer was the poor guy strapped into the front seat just trying to survive the ride.
We were living in our new house in Manila, which was easily the most luxurious mansion in the Philippines. It was built right after our gorgeous, glittery wedding, but lately, the focus wasn't on the massive chandeliers or the marble floors. It was all about the brand-new nursery we were building for our upcoming baby boy and baby girl. Keifer had designed it himself, carefully separating the huge room into two portions without putting up a solid wall. One side was a soft, pastel pink, and the other side was a gentle, pastel blue. It had beautiful patterns on the walls, cute wooden cribs, and heaps of soft toys. The whole room just screamed absolute cuteness.
So officially Keifer had become pro in jobs like bridal dress designing and now even a room building too. What should I name him Bob the builder?? No... Kei-kwanan the builder!!
But while the nursery was peaceful, I was definitely not. My mood swings were legendary, and my cravings changed every single minute.
One afternoon, I was sitting on our massive, comfortable couch, wearing one of the giant, loose shirts Keifer always bought for me so I would feel cozy.
"Hoi Keiiiiferrrrrrrr!" I yelled, tears suddenly streaming down my face. "I need chocolate cake right now! If I don't get it, the babies will hate me!"
Keifer came rushing into the living room, dropping a stack of baby clothes he was folding. He didn't look annoyed at all. He just had that gentle, loving look in his eyes. "Right away, wifey. I'll get it for you," he said, rushing to the kitchen.
Two minutes later, he placed a perfect slice of chocolate cake in front of me. I took one bite, suddenly felt a wave of pure joy, and started laughing hysterically. "Oh my gosh, this is the best thing ever! Hubby, you are an angel!"
He smiled, sitting down next to me and immediately putting my swollen feet onto his lap to give them a warm massage. "Anything for you, my beautiful wifey."
But before he could even finish rubbing my left foot, my face fell. I pushed the cake away. "Actually, this cake tastes like sadness. I want spicy pepperoni pizza and white sauce pasta mixed together. Now."
Most men would have lost their minds, but Keifer just blinked, kissed my knee, and picked up his phone to order it. He always accompanied me, never leaving my side for more than five minutes. He fulfilled every single demand without a single complaint. Watching him look at baby manuals while rubbing my back made me realize one thing clearly: Keifer was going to be the absolute best dad in the universe.
Even though he was wonderful, his overprotectiveness was getting a bit out of hand. He literally did not let me set a foot on the floor. If I wanted to go from the bed to the bathroom, he would appear out of nowhere like a ninja and pick me up. Ninja Hattori!!
"Keifer, I have legs! I can walk five steps!" I would argue.
"No, wifey. The floor might be cold. The floor might be slippery. What if you trip? What if a stray dust particle attacks you? Just let me carry you," he would say with a completely serious face. It was hilarious, but he truly endured all my craziness with a smile.
Well, almost always. There was one night that I still laugh about.
I woke up in the middle of the night from a truly beautiful dream. The room was dark, and Keifer was sleeping peacefully beside me. Feeling a sudden rush of intense love for my husband, I leaned over and started pecking his cheeks repeatedly.
Keifer woke up, blinking sleepily. When he realized I was showering him with kisses, a huge, happy smile spread across his handsome face. He was so glad that I was in a good mood for once in the middle of the night.
But then, out of nowhere, my heart grew incredibly emotional. The happiness vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of grief. I let out a loud, dramatic scream.
"What happened, wifey?!" Keifer panicked, sitting up so fast he almost fell out of the bed. His eyes were wide, looking around the room for an imaginary attacker. "Are you okay?Are the babies coming? Are you hurt?"
I burst into loud, ugly sobs, covering my face with my hands. "I had a dream!" I wailed."A bad dream?" he asked, caressing my shoulders gently to calm me down.
"No! A beautiful dream!" I cried louder. "In my dream, I was slim! I looked exactly like I did eight months ago before these two little monsters took over my body! Look what you have done to me, you idiot! It's all your fault!"
Keifer stared at me for a second, completely confused by my logic, but he quickly recovered. He wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling my emotional, heavy body against his chest. He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. "Wifey, I love you so much. Even in this situation, you are the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. A little extra belly just means there is more of you to love."
I sniffed, wiping my nose on his expensive silk pajamas. "Well... obviously. But that's because of my own loving nature. Self-love is also something, you know. I make this belly look good."
Keifer chuckled softly, not arguing with my wild logic. He just started humming a soft, sweet song, continuing to caress my hair until my eyes grew heavy, and I finally fell back asleep against his warm chest.
A few weeks later, the big day finally arrived.
It was a bright morning, and I was not feeling well at all. My stomach felt heavy, and my body was aching. Because I was feeling so down, Keifer was sitting right next to me, carefully feeding me pieces of pancakes and fruit for breakfast. I couldn't even lift the fork myself.
After a few bites, I couldn't eat anymore. I leaned over and lay my head right on his lap. Keifer smiled down at me, running his fingers through my hair. To distract me from my discomfort, he started reminding me about our old times. He talked about our wedding, how we wore matching, custom crisp black outfits covered in millions of tiny glitters to look like dark stars while everyone else wore pastels. He reminded me of the reception, and how we played the shoe game hosted by Cin, where I threatened to cancel his kisses when he claimed I was the flirtatious one.
I started laughing, remembering how his smirking face had instantly changed to pure terror in front of all our guests. It was a beautiful memory.
But suddenly, the laughter died in my throat.
A sharp, horrible, agonizing pain shot right across my stomach. It felt like a lightning bolt had hit my midsection. I gasped, clutching my belly hard with both hands. Before I could even speak, I felt a sudden splash. My water broke right there on the couch.
Keifer froze. For a split second, I saw absolute, pure terror in his eyes. The cool, calm gentleman was internally losing his mind. But he knew he needed to act calm for me. He took a deep breath, slapped his own cheeks to wake himself up, and sprung into action.
He grabbed the emergency hospital bag we had prepared weeks ago. Then, without wasting a single second, he scooped me up in a bridal style, hurrying out of the house. He threw open the car door, placed me carefully in the passenger seat, and drove off toward the hospital like a professional racing driver.
On the way there, the pains were getting closer and harder. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, gripping the car handle so hard I thought it would snap off. Keifer reached over with his right hand, holding my hand tightly in his.
"It will be okay, wifey. Just breathe. It will be okay," he kept telling me, trying to soothe me.
But the pain was making me completely insane. I looked at his calm face and snapped.
"Then take my uterus and give birth damn it!" I screamed at him, my face turning red. "You don't know how much pain this is giving me, you crazy man! How lucky for you for not having a womb! You did this to me!"
Keifer didn't get mad. He just kept driving fast, squeezing my hand. Then, during a brief second where the pain paused, I realized what I had just said.
"I'm so sorry, Keifer," I whispered, tears flowing. "It just pains a lot. I love you."
"I know, wifey. I know," he said softly. With one hand, he expertly opened a bottle of water and held it to my lips, making me drink a few sips to cool down.
We finally arrived at the hospital. Keifer leaped out of the car, shouted for help, and the medical staff rushed out with a bed. They placed me on it and started wheeling me toward the delivery room. Keifer was walking right beside me, holding my hand, ready to go inside the room with me.
Suddenly, a doctor and two nurses stepped in front of him, blocking the door. "Sir, you cannot come inside the delivery room. You have to wait out here," the doctor said firmly.
The atmosphere in the hallway instantly dropped to below freezing. Keifer stopped walking. He let go of my hand for a second and turned his attention to the doctors. He gave them a terrifying, cold death glare that could have stopped a man's heart. His voice was dangerously quiet, but it echoed through the hallway.
"One more time you try to deny me," Keifer growled, leaning in close, "and this hospital will witness your funerals today."
The doctor's face turned completely white. The nurses trembled. Without saying another single word, they quickly stepped aside, opening the doors wide for him. I even forgot my pain for a brief second because I was trying not to laugh at how fast the hospital staff had folded under Keifer's threat.
God give my eyes power to record a video! This is precious moment full of blackmailing stuff!
The labor was harsh, long, and incredibly painful. I screamed, I cried, and I squeezed Keifer's hand so tight that I was pretty sure his fingers were bruising. But he never let go. He stayed right by my head, wiping the sweat from my forehead, whispering sweet things into my ear, and encouraging me through every single push.
And then, finally, the loud, beautiful cries of two babies filled the room.
Our baby boy and baby girl had arrived safely into the world.
As the doctors cleaned them up, I looked up at Keifer. To my absolute shock, this big, strong, terrifying man who had just threatened a whole hospital was crying like a baby. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he looked toward me.
Keifer said, " Wifey are you okay? My wifey I promise I will never let you through this situation again. Please are you okay?"
Doctors said from behind , " Sir your children-"
And Keifer signaled them saying," I first need to make sure about my wife please and then he kissed my forehead ".
I felt nurses also sliming at the moment.
Even though I was completely exhausted, barely able to keep my eyes open, I couldn't help but chuckle with a heavy breath. "Keifer... look at you, cry baby," I teased weakly. "Now go... go and see our babies."
He smiled through his tears, kissing my sweaty forehead gently before walking over to the doctors.
The nurses gave me some medicine, and my eyes grew too heavy to stay open. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
(Few hours later)
When I woke up a few hours later, the harsh lights of the delivery room were gone. I was in a beautiful, private recovery room. The first thing I saw was Keifer sitting right by my side on a chair, staring at me with so much adoration it made my heart melt.
A nurse walked into the room, carefully holding two little bundles wrapped in blankets. Keifer stood up immediately. He took the babies from the nurse's hands with practiced gentleness.
Before the nurse could leave, Keifer cleared his throat, looking a little guilty. "Doc... sorry about first," he muttered, referring to his death threat earlier.
The doctor, who had walked in right behind the nurse, chuckled and waved his hand. "No worries at all, sir. We know that it is a high-panic situation, and honestly, we can't disobey you anyway. You are a very scary man when your wife is in pain. All Philippines know about your love towards Mam Watson."
Keifer managed a small smile, then turned around and carefully brought the babies over to my bed. He sat down next to me, adjusting the blankets so I could see their tiny, perfect faces. One boy, one girl.
I looked at their little noses, their tiny hands, and then up at Keifer's proud face. "They are beautiful, Keifer," I whispered, a tear of pure happiness slipping down my cheek. "Our children..."
"They look just like you, wifey," he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion.
Right at that moment, the door to the room burst open. My family and Keifer's family came rushing inside, their faces filled with excitement and anxiety. But the moment they saw the two tiny bundles in Keifer's arms, the room filled with soft gasps and happy cheers.
Everyone crowded around the bed, looking at the newborns. Mom Serina was crying, My dad was patting Keifer on the back, and everyone was incredibly happy. The room was filled with so much love and warmth.
"Alright, alright," my dad said, wiping his eyes. "It is time for the naming of the babies! Have you two chosen the names for our little prince and princess?"
Suddenly Keifer said ," Yes! It is Caretaker Watson and Watcher Watson".
I felt a huge wave of smacking this man but then Angelo stepped and did it for me. I said ," Thank you Kuya " and Angelo nodded.
Then we felt like Keifer came back into senses because his mischievous smirk was gone now replaced by a beautiful soft smile.
I looked at Keifer, and he nodded at me to go first. I looked down at the tiny, handsome little boy sleeping peacefully in the blue blanket.
"For our boy," I announced proudly, "his name is Martin Kayden Watson."
Everyone clapped, smiling at the strong, beautiful name.Then, it was Keifer's turn. He looked down at the precious little girl cradled in his arm, her tiny fingers wrapping around his thumb. His eyes were so soft as he spoke.
"And for our girl," Keifer said softly, "her name is Maria Kaisha Watson."
The room erupted into cheers and happy sighs. Everyone absolutely loved the names. As our families celebrated around us, Keifer leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my lips, and then on the foreheads of our two beautiful babies.
Looking at my husband and our twins, I knew that our chaotic, funny, and deeply loving journey had just reached its perfect chapter.
But it hadn't.....Argh.....
Nobody told me that babies looked only cute by their outer appearance but from inside they were monsters!!!!!!!!
If I thought being eight months pregnant with twins was a wild ride, bringing Kayden and Kaisha home to our mansion in Manila was a whole new level of beautiful, chaotic madness. The first week alone proved that our two little angels had secretly formed an alliance to completely destroy our sleep schedule. They did not just cry; they took turns like professional tag-team wrestlers to make sure at least one of their parents was always awake and losing their mind.
Kayden would scream at two in the morning because his blanket felt two millimetres too tight. The exact second Keifer got him calm and peaceful, Kaisha would wake up at two-thirty in the morning demanding a milk refill like she was at an all-you-can-eat buffet. It was a never-ending cycle of diapers, bottles, and confusing baby cries.
But even in the middle of this twin warfare, Keifer remained the absolute king of gentlemen. He refused to let me feel even an ounce of stress.
"Wifey, do not move a muscle," Keifer whispered one night, his hair sticking up in five different directions as he walked into the nursery. He looked like a handsome zombie, but his voice was still incredibly soft. "Your body is still healing. I am the dad. I have this completely under control."
He would walk around the pink and blue pastel room, rocking Kayden in his left arm and holding a bottle for Kaisha with his right hand. He treated them with so much sweetness, singing little songs in a low voice and making funny, cute faces just to see them stop crying. He looked so big and strong holding those two tiny bundles, and it was the most hilarious yet heartwarming thing to watch.
Whenever I tried to get out of bed to help, Keifer would use his classic death glare—the toned-down version, of course—and point a finger at the mattress. "Back to sleep, wifey. That is an official husband order."
Even I would surrender at this moment!
He would tuck me in gently, kiss my forehead, and slide a pair of soft socks onto my feet so I wouldn't get cold. Because of his stubborn sweetness, I actually got to sleep for a few solid hours at a time. He took all the heavy lifting on his own shoulders, fulfilling every need of the babies before they could even finish their first scream.
But after three days of this, I started to feel immense pity for my poor husband. One morning, I walked into the kitchen and found Keifer trying to pour milk into his coffee cup, except he was completely missing the cup and pouring it directly onto the expensive marble counter. He was staring at the floor with blank sleepy eyes, humming a baby lullaby to a loaf of bread he was holding in his hand.
"Okay, hubby," I laughed softly, walking over and taking the loaf of bread away from him. "You are officially relieved of your duty. Look at you, you are treating groceries like our children."
"I am fine, wifey," Keifer muttered, blinking slowly like a turtle. "I can go another forty-eight hours without closing my eyes. I am a machine."
"You are a machine that is about to crash," I said, gently pulling him by his shirt toward our giant master bed. "Lie down. Right now."
He was too terrified to fight me on it. The second his head hit the pillow, he let out a long sigh. I climbed onto the bed next to him, pulling his head onto my lap just like I used to do. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, caressing his forehead until his eyes drifted shut. He fell asleep within three seconds, snoring softly like a tired puppy.
With Keifer finally resting, it was my turn to take care of our little troublemakers. I went back into the nursery, where Kayden and Kaisha were both wide awake, staring at the ceiling with round, innocent eyes as if they hadn't just spent the entire night torturing their father.
"Alright, you two little monsters," I whispered, picking up Kaisha while rocking Kayden's crib with my foot. "Your dad is sleeping, so you better behave for your mother, or I am canceling all your toy privileges until you are eighteen."
Surprisingly, they seemed to understand my threat. Kaisha just cooed softly, chewing on her tiny fist, while Kayden let out a cute little burp. I spent the next few hours feeding them, changing their tiny diapers, and telling them funny stories about how scary their dad looked when he threatened the hospital doctors on the day they were born.
Even though they don't understand but the tea needs to be spilled!..
By the time Keifer woke up a few hours later, the sun was setting over Manila. He walked into the nursery, looking much more alive, and saw me sitting on the rug with both babies sleeping peacefully in my arms.
A huge, loving smile spread across his face. He walked over, sat down cross-legged right next to me, and wrapped his long arms around all three of us.
"We are a good team, wifey," he whispered, kissing my cheek.
"The best team," I smiled back, leaning my head against his shoulder. Our life was messy, exhausting, and completely upside down, but watching Keifer blossom into this amazingly caring, funny, and protective father made every single sleepless second worth it.
~Five years later~
Five years flew by in the blink of an eye, and our tiny, sleepless newborn bundles transformed into chaotic, hilarious five-year-old toddlers. Today was a massive day in the Watson household because it was finally Kayden and Kaisha's fifth birthday celebration. Living in our luxurious Manila mansion with two toddlers meant there was never a single quiet moment, mostly because our kids had turned out to be completely opposite versions of us.
Kaisha was a mini-Keifer through and through. She had his exact calm, bossy, and serious personality, acting like a tiny chief executive officer running the entire house. Kayden, on the other hand, was my absolute twin. He was always overexcited, jumping off the furniture, laughing at everything, and he had a deep, endless love for food that matched my pregnancy cravings from years ago.
The house was beautifully decorated, and it was time to get the birthday kids ready for their big party. I had bought a gorgeous, bright pink pastel dress for Kaisha weeks ago, thinking she would love it. But as I was setting it on the bed, Kaisha walked into the room, folded her tiny arms over her chest, and stared at the pink fabric with an expression of pure disapproval.
Instead of throwing a tantrum, she calmly walked over to Keifer, who was standing by the mirror adjusting his collar.
"Papa, I want a black dress," she said in her cute, clear little voice, completely serious.
Keifer froze, a proud but amused smile instantly spreading across his handsome face. He looked over at me with raised eyebrows. I walked over to our tiny daughter and knelt down to her eye level.
"Are you sure, sweetie?" I asked her, trying not to laugh. "It is your birthday party. Don't you want to wear the bright, pretty pink one?"
Kaisha didn't even hesitate. She looked me dead in the eye and nodded firmly. "Yes, mamma. Black is better."
Keifer couldn't contain his happiness anymore. He scooped Kaisha up into his big arms, holding her like a little queen. "That's my girl!" he cheered, kissing her cheek. "Black outfits are a Watson tradition." He was clearly remembering our wedding day where we wore matching, custom crisp black outfits covered in glitters.
Keifer carried her down the hall toward her very own bedroom. Just a few months ago, Kaisha had calmly informed us that sharing a nursery room with Kayden looked way too babyish. She had demanded her own space, completely separating herself from her brother's colorful toys. She was a total blunder of a child, acting like a fully grown adult at just five years old, and Keifer absolutely adored her for it.
While Keifer went to find a custom black frock for our little boss lady, I went to check on Kayden. Getting Kayden ready was a completely different story. He was currently jumping up and down on his bed, wearing a superhero cape and singing a song about chocolate cake.
"Kayden, stop bouncing for two seconds so mamma can put your shirt on!" I laughed, catching him mid-air.
I managed to dress him in a cute little button-up shirt and trousers. The moment I buttoned the last button, Kayden let out a loud gasp of pure joy. He threw his tiny arms around my neck, hugging me so tightly that I could barely breathe.
"Mamma and papa are the best in the whole wide world!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, planting a messy, wet kiss on my cheek. "Is it time for cake yet, mamma? Can I eat the whole thing?"
"No, you have to share with your sister," I chuckled, bopping his nose. "But I promise you can have a big piece."
Soon, the grand party started in our massive backyard. Since our kids were completely opposite, we had to get two completely different birthday cakes. Kayden had a giant, colorful three-tier chocolate cake covered in superhero figures, which he stared at like it was the holy grail. Kaisha had a sleek, elegant, completely dark chocolate cake that looked incredibly fancy.
Everyone in our family enjoyed the party immensely. The music was playing, the guests were laughing, and the food was absolutely delicious. Amara was playing with both kids and being a nice big sister.
Section E was here too with their families. Calix and Mica had their boy Cevin, Cin and Rakki had been engaged, Grazel Jay was now a teenager and had a baby brother Drake , Felix had a secret girlfriend who he said was a secret. David was married to girl Leisha and they has a baby girl Lily, Edrix and Freya had 2 girls Flora and Ena. Percy and Honey had a boy Freddy. Aries and Ella had a girl Enid and were expecting a baby boy soon. Some boys were single even till now and I really pity them...
For the occasion, I wore a beautiful, flowing yellow dress that made me feel bright and happy. Keifer looked breathtakingly handsome, wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and light brown trousers. Even after all these years and two kids, the way he looked at me still made my heart do flips.
As the sun began to set and the guests started to say their goodbyes, the backyard grew quiet. The kids were momentarily occupied, and Keifer found his chance to slide his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me close against his chest.
"Wifey, you look really hot today," Keifer murmured into my ear, his voice low and teasing.
I felt a sudden rush of heat hit my face, and I blushed deeply, looking around the yard to make sure no one was watching. I swatted his chest playfully. "Keifer, have some shame! You are a father of two kids!"
Keifer just chuckled softly, a wicked, handsome smirk spreading across his face as he tightened his grip around my waist. "Wifey, if I had some shame, then these two kids wouldn't have been born in the first place."
I laughed, rolling my eyes at his shameless logic. He leaned down, his eyes softening as he looked at my lips, and I closed my eyes, leaning in for a sweet, romantic kiss to celebrate surviving five years of parenthood.
But right before our lips could touch, a loud, dramatic noise broke the silence.
"Ahem! Cough! Cough!"
We both jumped apart instantly. Standing right there, with her tiny hands resting firmly on her waist and wearing her crisp black birthday frock, was Kaisha. She was glaring at us with a perfectly raised eyebrow, looking exactly like Keifer when he was annoyed.
Keifer let out a long, defeated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at his tiny lookalike. "Kaisha, my girl... why don't you go back to your brother and play some games?"
Kaisha let out a tiny, dramatic huff and crossed her arms. "Papa, he is boring," she said, her voice dripping with pure sarcasm.
Right on cue, Kayden emerged from behind a large bush. He was covered in chocolate frosting, holding a plastic sword, and jumping around like a wild frog. "Look at me! I am a flying ninja pirate!" he screamed, completely oblivious to the tension, zooming past us across the grass.
Kaisha just stood completely still, staring at her brother's wild behavior with a totally blank, unimpressed face. She looked like she wanted to disown him right then and there.
Keifer and I turned our heads, looking back and forth between our two children. One was a hyperactive, food-loving ball of endless energy, and the other was a calm, sarcastic, bossy little lady in a black dress. They were completely, totally opposite in nature, but as Keifer wrapped his hand tightly around mine, we both burst into loud laughter. Our house was chaotic, and our kids were wild, but we wouldn't change our beautiful, funny Watson family for anything in the world.
~13 years later~
Kayden and Kaisha growing up as teenagers was best moments of our life. They were really obedient children and always helped her but along with that they were a headache too sometimes.
Kayden was really into finance and wanted to go in a college of finance and purse further studies there but talking of Kaisha? She had completely different opinions, she wanted to study business and make a new company so that she can be an independent Ceo on her own. Me and Keifer absolutely loved their ideas.
Everything was right until one day Kayden came rushing in home and Kaisha emerged behind him in slow steps completely bored and Kayden rushed to Keifer and said, " Dad! Kaisha has a boyfriend? And today she had a breakup that whole school witnessed. She punched the guy on his face!"
Keifer looked towards Kaisha and said, " Kai when did you had boyfriend and what is this whole thing?"
Kaisha looked towards me seeking help but I was too busy eating my chocos, with you better deal with your own stuff, look on my face.
Then surrendering she told Keifer, " Papa I loved him at first but today he said that he wanted me to become housewife after marriage and when I told him that Mamma is also Ceo of Mariano Corporation then he said that your parents are fools and I just punched him. He would have been dead but this punk Kayden came there."
Keifer looked Kaisha with a look of unsatisfactory from her answer and Kaisha sighed saying , " Argh..fine, he tried to kiss me before that and I refused him and then he told me angerly about the housewife stuff and everything.."
And before her other words would left her mouth , hearing the word "Kiss" made Keifer straighten and he said looking towards Kayden , " Get ready Kayden , we have to kill a foolish boy." And Kayden marched as if he was already waiting for Keifer's approval.
Kaisha sighed and I could just laugh by myself..
This was everyday drama of our house. Keifer came to me as I approached to balcony of our room and hugged me from behind and as I turned towards him , he said, " I couldn't have imagined my life without you wifey, thank you for everything, you truly compete me my Mutya!"
~A year later~
Year flew by like a whirlwind, and before we knew it, our chaotic toddlers had grown into young adults. Today was another massive milestone in the Watson household. It was the very first day of college for both Kayden and Kaisha. Because they were completely opposite in nature, they had chosen entirely separate universities to pursue their dreams.
Kayden, with his high energy and love for people, had picked a large, bustling campus known for its finance subject and loud student life. Kaisha, remaining our calm, serious, and bossy little leader, had chosen a highly prestigious and strict university focused on Business. Carbon copy of her father.
The morning had been a chaotic mess of rushing around, finding missing backpacks, and packing massive lunch boxes for Kayden, who still ate like a growing giant. Keifer, of course, had tried to be the grandfather of overprotectiveness one last time by suggesting we hire a full security team to follow them to their classes. I had to forcefully drag him back into the house and remind him that our kids were eighteen, not five.
Once the door finally closed and the kids were officially gone, a strange, unfamiliar silence settled over our luxurious Manila mansion. For the first time in nearly two decades, the house was completely quiet. There were no video games blaring from the living room, no plastic swords flying across the hallway, and no sarcastic remarks echoing from the kitchen.
"Wifey," Keifer said, walking into our grand home office and looking completely lost. "The house is empty. What do we even do now?"
"We do what we always do, hubby" I laughed softly, sitting down at my large desk. "We work ."
Even though we were dedicated parents, Keifer and I were still the heads of our own massive business empires. We both dove straight into our CEO duties to keep our minds off how much we already missed the kids. For the next few hours, the only sounds in the mansion were the clicking of keyboards and the soft chiming of notifications.
We were both highly focused on our e-devices, completely buried in our daily executive work. I was reviewing deep client profiles, checking marketing reports, and approving new project budgets on my tablet. Across the room, Keifer was staring intensely at his laptop screen. His face was completely serious, back in his element as he analyzed employee performance reports, checked financial charts, and managed high-level decisions for his global company. Every now and then, he would glance over at me, flash a handsome smirk, and then go right back to signing official documents. We were a powerful team, both in life and in business.
The afternoon passed quickly, and just as I was finishing up a final employee review, the heavy front doors of the mansion clicked open.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, calm, steady, and precise. A second later, the office door pushed open, and Kaisha walked inside. She had her backpack slung over one shoulder, and true to her lifelong style, she was wearing a crisp, sharp black outfit that made her look like a young CEO herself.
Keifer and I both looked up from our e-devices instantly, our parental instincts kicking in.
"Kaisha, sweetie!" I said, leaning forward. "You're home early! How was your very first day of college? Did you like the campus? Did you make any friends?"
Keifer closed his laptop halfway, staring at our daughter with a mixture of pride and intense protectiveness. "Did anyone bother you? Give me names, and I will have the university closed by tomorrow morning."
Kaisha didn't throw a fit, and she didn't look upset at all. She walked over to the front of our desks, folded her arms neatly over her chest, and let out a familiar, slow sigh. Her face was completely blank, carrying that signature calm and bossy expression she had inherited from her father.
She looked back and forth between the two of us, cleared her throat, and spoke in her cool, steady voice.
"Well, mamma, papa," Kaisha announced calmly. "The college campus is fine. The professors seem organized. But there is just one tiny issue with my schedule."
"What is it, my girl?" Keifer asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Kaisha raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, looking completely unimpressed with her new reality.
"I am officially the only girl in my entire boys' classroom."...
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