Jay pov.
It's afternoon and I'm laying on the bed feeling week and Kade is taking nap beside me.
Keifer went to office after so much protest and promise that I'll call him if I feel anything weird and on top of that he tell all the hose workers to not let me do anything and all of them are treating me like a glass. My crazy husband.
But I really feel week and all I want to do is jay lay on the bed and it's absolutely what I'm doing right now.
Kade shifted in his sleep. I pulled him close and pulled the blanket higher. I brush back the lock of hair from his forehead and kissed it. My baby. I didn't know that a tiny little human would be my whole world but here I am. At this point I don't know how to live with keifer and Kade and I don't want to know. Ever.
I hugged him and fingers were caressing his hair. My eyes started to get heavy and I also fall asleep.
Keifer pov
I came home early because she wasn't feeling well. As I entered the house was quite and filled with aroma of delicious food.
A Butler approached me and took my bag.
"Where is Jay and Kade?" I asked handing him the bag.
"In the bedroom " he said.
I nodded and headed towards the bedroom. As I opened the door I saw both of them sleeping and cuddling. Kade face was burried on her chest and her face on his hair and the blanket was pulled higher on half of kade's face. A small smile touched my lips.
The room was chilled so I increased the AC temperature and walked towards the bed and kissed their heads. Both were looking so cute sleeping like that.
I stood there for a moment, just watching them.
Jay was curled on her side, one arm wrapped protectively around Kade while her other hand was buried in his soft hair. Kade had his tiny fist clutching the fabric of her shirt like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.
I didn't want to move.
I didn't want to disturb them.
But I also couldn't stop myself from reaching out and gently brushing my fingers across Jay's cheek. She looked pale. Even in sleep, there was a slight tension in her expression that made my chest tighten.
She said she was fine.
She always says she's fine.
I pulled my hand back and quietly walked to the other side of the bed. I sat down carefully, trying not to make the mattress move too much, and pulled off my shoes. Then I laid down on my side, facing them.
Kade stirred slightly, his little nose scrunching before he settled again, pressing himself closer to Jay.
I smiled.
He was so small. So fragile. And yet he had completely taken over our lives in the best possible way. Before them, I thought I understood what it meant to love someone. I was wrong. She taught me how to love and Kade? The moment they placed him in my arms, something inside me shifted. It was like my entire world rearranged itself around this tiny human being.
And Jay—
I looked at her face.
She was the reason for all of it.
She gave me Kade. She gave me a home that actually felt like one. She gave me a reason to come back every single day instead of drowning myself in work.
I reached across the small space between us and rested my hand lightly on her waist. She didn't wake, but she shifted slightly toward me, her body instinctively seeking mine even in sleep.
That small movement made my heart clench.
I moved closer, careful not to wake Kade, and pressed my lips gently against her forehead. Then I pulled back just enough to look at her face again.
"You're worrying me," I whispered so quietly that even I could barely hear it. "You say it's nothing. You always say it's nothing. But I know you, Jay. I know when something is wrong."
She didn't answer, of course.
She just kept breathing slowly, peacefully, completely unaware of the thoughts running through my head.
I thought about the doctor's appointment I had already scheduled for tomorrow morning. She didn't know about it yet. She would be annoyed when she found out, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to sit around and wait for her to collapse before I did something.
I let my hand drift from her waist to her stomach. I rested it there gently, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing.
And then a thought crossed my mind.
One I hadn't allowed myself to fully consider until now.
The nausea. The exhaustion. The way she had been feeling sick since last night.
I swallowed hard.
No.
It was too soon to think like that.
But I couldn't stop the small spark of something—hope? fear? both?—that flickered in my chest.
I pushed the thought away and closed my eyes.
I stayed like that for a while, just lying there with my hand on her stomach and Kade's soft breathing filling the quiet room.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, small fingers were poking my cheek.
I opened my eyes.
Kade was sitting up now, his hair a complete mess and his eyes still half-closed with sleep. He was looking at me with that serious expression he always got when he was trying to figure something out.
"Dada," he said, his voice still groggy. "You home."
"I am," I said, my voice rough from sleep. "Did you sleep well?"
He nodded, then immediately turned to look at Jay, who was still sleeping beside me. He stared at her for a long moment, his little eyebrows furrowing.
"Mommy sleeping," he announced.
"She is."
"She okay?"
The question hit me harder than it should have.
I reached over and ruffled his hair gently. "She's just tired, buddy. She'll be okay."
Kade seemed to accept that answer because he immediately crawled over Jay—careful not to step on her, though he wasn't very successful—and flopped down between us, his head landing on my chest.
I wrapped my arm around him automatically.
"Hungry," he mumbled against my shirt.
"Of course you are."
"Not ice cream," he added quickly, and I could hear the pout in his voice.
I snorted. "Good. Because you're not getting any."
He lifted his head just enough to glare at me.
I raised an eyebrow.
He dropped his head back down with a dramatic sigh that was far too big for his tiny body.
I looked over at Jay, who was still sleeping peacefully through all of this. She hadn't even moved. That alone told me how exhausted she really was. Normally, the slightest sound from Kade would have her awake and alert in seconds.
I tightened my arm around Kade and stared up at the ceiling.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I would get answers.
And whatever they were, I would handle it.
Because that was what I did.
I took care of my family.
No matter what.
I stayed like that for a while, with Kade's small body pressed against mine and Jay sleeping quietly beside us. The room was peaceful in a way that made it hard to believe anything could ever be wrong.
But I knew better than to trust peace.
Kade's stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence.
I looked down at him. He looked up at me with wide, pitiful eyes.
"Hungry," he repeated, as if I hadn't heard him the first time.
I sighed and sat up carefully, keeping one arm around him so he wouldn't tumble off the bed. "Alright, alright. Let's go get you something to eat."
"But Mommy," he said, pointing at Jay.
"Mommy's sleeping. We'll let her rest."
He seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded seriously. "Mommy rest. Mommy feel better."
"That's right."
I stood up, lifting Kade with me. He immediately wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. I glanced back at Jay one more time. She hadn't moved. Her face was still pale, but at least she was sleeping.
I quietly left the room and made my way downstairs.
The house was still quiet, but the smell of food was stronger now. One of the maids spotted me and immediately straightened.
"Sir, would you like me to prepare something for Kade?"
"I'll handle it," I said. "Just bring some fruit and maybe some toast."
She nodded and hurried off.
I set Kade down on one of the kitchen chairs and pulled another chair close so I could sit beside him. He looked around the kitchen with curious eyes, clearly wondering why we were there instead of the dining room.
"Dada, where's Mommy?"
"Sleeping, remember?"
"Oh." He paused. "She sick?"
I hesitated. "She's not feeling well. But she'll be okay."
"Promise?"
I looked at him—really looked at him. His tiny face was so serious, so full of trust. He believed me. He believed that I could fix anything, that I could make everything okay just by saying it.
I wished I had that same confidence.
"I promise," I said anyway.
The maid returned with a small plate of sliced fruit and a glass of water. Kade's eyes lit up immediately.
"Fruit!"
"Eat slowly," I warned.
He nodded, already reaching for a piece of apple. I watched him munch happily, his earlier concern about Jay apparently forgotten for the moment. Kids were resilient like that. They could bounce from worry to joy in seconds.
I envied that.
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my face with both hands. The truth was, I was exhausted. I had barely slept the night before, too busy watching Jay, listening to her breathing, waiting for any sign that something was seriously wrong. And today at work, I had been useless. I couldn't focus. I couldn't think. Every few minutes, I found myself checking my phone, waiting for a call or a text that never came.
Which was good, I reminded myself. It meant she was okay.
But still.
"Sir?"
I looked up. The butler was standing in the doorway.
"Miss Jay is awake. She's asking for you."
I was on my feet before he finished speaking.
"Stay here and finish your fruit," I told Kade, who nodded without looking up from his plate.
I took the stairs two at a time.
When I pushed open the bedroom door, Jay was sitting up in bed, her hair a mess and her eyes still heavy with sleep. She looked up when she saw me, and a small smile crossed her face.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey yourself." I crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," she said. "Still tired, but better."
I reached out and pressed the back of my hand against her forehead. She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away.
"I'm not running a fever," she said.
"I know. I just wanted to check."
She smiled again, that tired but genuine smile that always made my chest ache. "You're cute when you're worried."
"I'm not cute. I'm terrifying."
"Sure you are."
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Kade's downstairs eating fruit. He was worried about you."
"He's such a sweet boy."
"He gets it from me."
She laughed—a real laugh—and the sound of it made some of the tension in my shoulders ease. But only some.
"Jay," I said, my voice more serious now. "We need to talk about tomorrow."
Her smile faded. "What about tomorrow?"
"I made an appointment with Dr. Reynolds."
She stared at me. "Keifer—"
"Don't," I said, holding up a hand. "Don't argue with me. You've been sick since last night. You're exhausted. You can barely stand up without feeling dizzy. This isn't normal, and I'm not going to just sit around and wait for it to get worse."
"I told you, it's probably just something I ate."
"Then the doctor will confirm that, and I'll stop worrying."
She opened her mouth to protest, but I cut her off.
"I'm not asking, Jay. I'm telling you. We're going tomorrow morning."
She sighed, but I could see the fight drain out of her. She was too tired to argue. That alone worried me more than anything else.
"Fine," she muttered. "But you're overreacting."
"Maybe. But I'd rather overreact than regret it."
She looked at me for a long moment, then reached out and took my hand. Her fingers were cold.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I know I'm scaring you."
I squeezed her hand. "You're not scaring me. You're just... worrying me. There's a difference."
She smiled weakly. "Is there?"
"Barely."
She laughed again, softer this time, and leaned her head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too."
We stayed like that for a while, neither of us speaking, just breathing together in the quiet of the room.
Later that evening, after Kade had been fed and bathed and put to bed, I found myself standing in the doorway of his room, watching him sleep. He was curled up on his side, his favorite stuffed elephant tucked under his arm.
Jay came up behind me and slipped her hand into mine.
"He's so peaceful," she said.
"He is."
She rested her head against my arm. "You're still worried."
It wasn't a question.
"A little," I admitted.
She didn't say anything. She just stood there with me, watching our son sleep, and I let myself believe that maybe everything would be okay.
The next morning came faster than I expected.
Jay was quiet on the drive to the doctor's office. She stared out the window, her hands folded in her lap, and I could tell she was nervous even though she was trying not to show it.
I reached over and placed my hand on her knee.
"It's going to be fine."
She looked at me and gave me a small smile. "You keep saying that."
"Because I believe it."
She didn't answer.
Dr. Reynolds was an older woman with kind eyes and a no-nonsense attitude. She had been Jay's doctor for years, and she had delivered Kade. If anyone could figure out what was going on, it was her.
She ran a series of tests—blood work, urine sample, the usual. Jay answered her questions with practiced calm, but I could see the way her fingers tightened around mine every time the doctor asked something new.
When the tests were done, we were told to wait in the examination room.
The minutes ticked by slowly.
Jay leaned her head against my shoulder. "I hate waiting."
"I know."
"What if something's really wrong?"
I turned and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Then we'll deal with it. Together."
She closed her eyes. "Together."
The door opened, and Dr. Reynolds walked in. She was holding a clipboard, and her expression was unreadable.
I straightened immediately. Jay did too.
"So," the doctor said, sitting down on the stool across from us. "I have your results."
Jay's hand found mine and held on tight.
"And?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.
Dr. Reynolds looked at us for a moment, and then a small smile crossed her face.
"Congratulations," she said. "You're pregnant."
The words hung in the air.
Jay went completely still beside me.
I felt like all the air had been knocked out of my lungs.
"Pregnant?" I repeated, just to make sure I had heard correctly.
The doctor nodded. "About six weeks, based on the test results. Everything looks healthy so far. The nausea and fatigue are completely normal for early pregnancy."
I turned to look at Jay.
She was staring at the doctor, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. She looked stunned. Shocked. And then, slowly, her hand moved to her stomach.
"Pregnant," she whispered.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. All I could do was stare at her, at her hand resting on her stomach, and feel something enormous and overwhelming swell in my chest.
Another baby.
We were having another baby.
Dr. Reynolds was still talking—something about prenatal vitamins and follow-up appointments—but I wasn't listening. I was too busy watching Jay's face as the shock slowly gave way to something else.
Something that looked a lot like wonder.
She turned to look at me, and her eyes were shining.
"Keifer," she said, her voice breaking. "We're having another baby."
I didn't care that the doctor was in the room. I didn't care about anything else in that moment.
I pulled Jay into my arms and held her as tight as I dared.
"We're having another baby," I echoed, my voice thick.
She laughed against my chest, and I felt her tears soak through my shirt.
Happy tears.
I closed my eyes and let myself feel it—the relief, the joy, the overwhelming love for this woman and the tiny life growing inside her.
Another baby.
Our baby.
When we finally pulled apart, Dr. Reynolds was smiling at us with a knowing look.
"I'll give you two a moment," she said, standing up. "Take your time."
She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Jay looked up at me, her face wet with tears but her smile brighter than I had seen it in days.
"You were right," she said. "It wasn't just something I ate."
I laughed—a real, genuine laugh—and cupped her face in my hands.
"I'm always right."
She rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. "Don't let it go to your head."
I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.
"I love you," I said against her mouth.
"I love you too."
I pulled back just enough to look at her, to really look at her. She was pale and tired, but she was glowing in a way that had nothing to do with the fluorescent lights overhead.
"We're having another baby," I said again, just because I could.
She laughed. "You keep saying that."
"Because I can't believe it."
She took my hand and placed it on her stomach. "Believe it."
I spread my fingers over her belly, imagining the tiny life growing inside. Another little person with her eyes and my stubbornness. Another child to love, to protect, to spoil.
Kade was going to be a big brother.
The thought made me smile so wide my face hurt.
"We have to tell Kade," I said.
Jay groaned. "He's going to be so jealous."
"He'll get over it."
"You don't know that."
I grinned. "He will when we tell him he can be the big brother. He'll love that."
She laughed and shook her head. "You're impossible."
"I know."
She leaned into me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. The world outside that small examination room could wait. Right now, all that mattered was this—Jay, our unborn child, and the future we were going to build together.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"Let's go home," I whispered.
She nodded against my chest. "Let's go home."
And for the first time in days, I felt like everything was exactly as it should be.
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JAY IS PREGNANT 🎉 JAYFER ARE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY.
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