Jay's POV
It has been exactly seven days since the warehouse incident. One whole week since Keifer and I nearly left this world together, and let me tell you, surviving the actual battle was nothing compared to surviving the seven days of absolute, unadulterated medical house arrest that followed.
If I thought the hospital was suffocating, the transition to my recovery period was a complete masterclass in chaos. The past week has been a blur of Section E's hyperactive chaos energy, intense brotherly protective instincts, suffocatingly sweet girl-group pampering, and worst of all: my husband transforming into the world's most demanding, overprotective, and incredibly grumpy nurse.
I think the boys of Section E were so traumatized by seeing us unconscious that they collectively decided to channel their lingering anxiety into a 24/7 high-energy circus performance around my bed.
Percy, who had literally been crying his eyes out on the operating room floor a week ago, was back to his loud, dramatic self. He spent half the week trying to show me his new "new hairstyles" right in the middle of the recovery ward, nearly knocking over my IV pole three separate times until Felix threatened to banish him from the building.
Then there was the protective brotherly energy. My biological brother, Aries, along with Kuya Angelo and Rafael, acted like I was made of fragile sugar that would melt if anyone breathed too hard in my general direction.
If I so much as cleared my throat, Rafael Kuya would sprint into the room with a pitcher of water, looking like he was ready to fight the air for offending my lungs.
The boys formed a literal human wall around me whenever a new doctor entered the room to adjust my medication, interrogating the poor medical staff like they were enemy spies.
While the boys provided a chaotic security detail, the girls—Mia, Freya, Rakki , Tita Gemma, and the rest of our circle—smothered me in absolute love and care.
I wasn't allowed to lift a single finger. Tita Gemma kept a running schedule of vitamin intake, while Freya spent hours gently brushing my hair, Rakki applying soothing lotions to my healing bruises, and Mia bringing me hot tea.
It was incredibly sweet, but by day five, I was practically begging them to let me at least hold my own teacup.
But nobody—absolutely nobody—compared to Mark Keifer Watson when it came to sheer, relentless overprotectiveness.
My husband completely shed his ceo persona and became a brooding, frowning, hyper-vigilant nurse in a tailored shirt. He refused to leave my side, pacing the floor like a caged panther whenever the doctors asked him to step out.
His brow was permanently furrowed into a deep, grumpy line. He checked my bandages every hour on the hour, grumbling under his breath about the stitches, the hospital food, the temperature of the room, and the noise levels of Section E outside.
If I tried to sit up without his permission, he would glare at me with those dark, intense eyes and physically, yet incredibly gently, press me back down into the pillows, muttering about how I was going to ruin his heart rate if I didn't stay still.
Today was finally discharge day, and the moment the black SUV pulled through the iron gates of the Watson mansion, I let out a breath I felt like I'd been holding for a week.
"Careful, wifey," Keifer grumbled, his arm securely wrapped around my waist as he guided me up the grand front steps.
His eyes scanned the driveway as if an assassin might suddenly jump out of the rosebushes. "Don't walk too fast. Your abdominal stitches are still fresh."
"Keifer, I am walking at the speed of a literal turtle," I laughed weakly, leaning into his solid chest. "I'm perfectly fine."
He let out a rough, unconvinced grunt but held open the heavy double doors of the mansion.
The moment I stepped inside the grand foyer, my jaw dropped. I froze in absolute, stunned silence. The elegant, sophisticated interior of the Watson mansion had been completely transformed. There were Snorlax plushies everywhere.
Giant, life-sized Snorlaxes were sitting on the plush leather couches. Medium-sized ones were lined up neatly along the sweeping grand staircase.
Tiny Snorlax keychains and plushies were dangling from the sconces, peeking out from behind expensive flower vases, and sitting in clusters along the hallways. It was a literal sea of blue-green and cream-colored fat monsters.
I blinked, completely overwhelmed, before my eyes drifted down the hallway toward the grand dining room. Through the arched doorway, I could see the massive mahogany dining table.
It was absolutely loaded, groaning under the weight of an incredible feast—every single one of my favorite foods was laid out in silver chafing dishes. There was steaming hot ramen, crispy pork belly, garlic butter shrimp, arrays of sushi, and mountains of sweet pastries.
I turned my head slowly to look up at my husband. He was still wearing his trademark grumpy expression, but there was a faint, vulnerable flush of color creeping up his neck.
"Keifer..." I whispered, my voice thick with sudden emotion. "You really did this?"
He cleared his throat, looking away toward one of the giant plushies sitting on the armchair, trying to maintain his tough demeanor. "I told you I would, Wifey," he muttered softly, his voice dropping into that deep, private register he only used when we were alone. "I told you I'd buy you a whole shop of them if you just opened your eyes. I'm a man of my word. Even if I still think they look like lazy, fat monsters."
A soft, tearful chuckle broke through my lips. I wrapped my arms gently around his neck, careful not to pull his own healing chest wounds, and buried my face in his shoulder. "Thank you, Mr. Watson."
"Anything for you, wifey," he murmured, his large hands resting securely on my lower back, holding me close against his heart. "Now let's go inside. The idiots have been waiting for hours, and they're about to eat your welcome-back feast if we don't hurry."
The moment we stepped into the dining room, the classic section e family chaos erupted in full force. The noise level instantly spiked from zero to a hundred.
"The Queen has returned!" Cin shouted dramatically from the end of the table, holding up a chicken leg like a medieval scepter. He immediately started making terrible jokes to lighten the mood. "Look at her! Surviving a warehouse explosion just to come home to a house full of stuffed animals. If that isn't true romance, I don't know what is!"
"Shut up, Cin, you're ruining the emotional atmosphere!" Drew yelled back, reaching across the table to grab a handful of garlic shrimp.
"Hey! Those are mine, you giant thief!" Rory barked, slapping Drew's hand away with a heavy silver fork. The two of them instantly fell into a fierce, whispered argument, practically wrestling over the platter of food while the girls around them shook their heads in collective exasperation.
Near the head of the table, a completely different battle was taking place. Keiren and Keigan, who had been through so much trauma over the past week, were literally pushing and shoving each other over the empty chair directly to my right.
"I'm sitting next to Ate Jay! I'm younger, so I get priority!" Keiren cried out, trying to wedge his small frame into the seat.
"No way! I'm the one who stayed up checking her monitors! I get the seat!" Keigan argued back, his cheeks flushed as he pulled the chair toward himself.
"Both of you, stop suffocating your ate before she even sits down," Grace scolded gently, though she was smiling widely .
Then there was Tita Gemma she immediately began piling massive mountains of food onto my empty plate.
"Jay Anak, you need to eat. Look how pale you are. You need nutrients. Eat all of this."
Across the table, Percy was completely unbothered by the screaming matches. He was entirely focused on his reflection in a small silver gravy boat, carefully fixing his hair. "Man, even after a week of stress, my skin is still flawless," he muttered to himself, turning his head from side to side.
A few seats down, Mia and Felix were sitting close together, talking in low, serious voices about something I can't hear , their heads tilted in unison.
All around the massive table, the other girls were busy looking after their respective husbands—wiping stray sauce from their faces, laughing at their ridiculous antics, and grounding the room in pure, comforting warmth.
Through all the noise, Kuya Rafael stood slightly detached near the French doors, a phone pressed tightly to his ear. His voice was low and sweet as he spoke to someone on the other end, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter out of pure, deep-rooted habit, keeping us safe even during a celebration.
Keifer guided me gently into my designated seat at the head of the table, right between the kids. He sat down closely beside me, his large body forming a natural shield between me and the rest of the chaotic room.
Before I could even reach for a utensil, his large, warm hand slipped under the table, resting firmly and possessively against my thigh. It was a grounding touch, a silent reminder that we were both alive, both here, and both safe.
With his other hand, Keifer picked up a pair of chopsticks. Completely ignoring the fact that twenty people were watching, he gently picked up a piece of tender pork belly, blew on it to ensure it wasn't too hot, and held it up to my lips.
"Eat, wifey," he murmured softly, his eyes filled with an intense, quiet devotion.
I smiled, biting into the food as he quietly and methodically began feeding me, making sure I didn't strain my arms or core. The warmth of the food and the sheer love in the room washed over my chest, clearing away the lingering nightmares of the dark warehouse.
After a few minutes of enjoying the comfort of our family, I looked over at Keifer. The weight of the secret we had been discussing in the hospital room for the past two days settled in my mind.
It was a beautiful, life-changing decision, and looking at the chaotic, loving family around us, I knew there was no better moment.
I nudged his knee under the table. "Keifer," I whispered softly. "We should inform them now."
Keifer looked into my eyes, his grumpy expression softening into something incredibly deep and resolute. He gave my thigh a supportive squeeze. "Yeah. It's time."
Keifer reached out and picked up his crystal water glass. He took a heavy silver spoon and clicked it sharply against the glass three times.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The sharp, ringing sound cut through the deafening noise of the dining room. Drew stopped mid-wrestle with Rory; Cin froze with his mouth open; Keiren and Keigan stopped squabbling over their napkins; and every single eye at the table instantly locked onto the head of the table.
Keifer cleared his throat, standing up slowly. His towering presence immediately commanded the entire room, his deep, authoritative voice echoing clearly across the sudden silence.
"Guys, listen up," Keifer announced, his dark eyes sweeping across the sea of faces before landing back down on me. "I have something important to announce to the family. Me and Jay... we are going to be parents."
The room stayed completely silent for exactly one heartbeat. Then, absolute pandemonium broke loose.
"Wow! Already?!" Eren shouted from across the table, his eyes widening in pure shock as he nearly choked on his drink. "Man, you two don't waste any time, do you? You literally just got out of the hospital today!"
Cin instantly threw his hands dramatically into the air, bursting into a loud, theatrical fake sob. He collapsed against the back of his chair, wiping nonexistent tears from his face. "No! This is a nightmare! I won't be your child! I'm going to be replaced by a tiny, crying Watson baby!"
"Wow, congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Watson!" Blaster yelled excitedly from the far corner of the table, throwing a napkin into the air like confetti.
"A little boss is on the way!" , Yuri said smiling.
Denzel grinned broadly, leaning over to nudge the person next to him. "Wow, look at that! Grazel is finally having a sibling!"
Kuya Angelo, Rafael and Aries busy glaring at Keifer.
I sat there at the head of the table, my face turning a bright, fiery shade of crimson. My chest locked up as I listened to the chaotic assumptions flying around the room.
I looked at Keifer, who was standing there with a completely straight face, entirely unbothered by the misunderstanding his poorly phrased sentence had caused.
I quickly grabbed my water glass, took a hasty sip, and immediately choked on it. I coughed rapidly, slapping my chest as I forced myself to stand up, waving my hands frantically in the air to cut off the rising cheers of Section E.
"Stop! Stop cheering!" I shouted, my voice cracking slightly as my face burned with embarrassment. "You all have completely misunderstood! I am not pregnant! That is not what we meant at all!"
The cheers cut off instantly. The room fell into a confused, bewildered silence. David blinked; Cin stopped his fake crying mid-sob; and Blaster slowly lowered his hands.
"Wait, then what do you mean, Sis?" Mia asked, tilting her head in confusion.
I took a deep, steadying breath, the embarrassment fading away, replaced by a profound, overwhelming wave of emotion. I reached down, my hand trembling slightly as I looked at the two children sitting right beside me.
"We are planning to adopt Keiren and Keigan," I said, my voice soft but incredibly clear, vibrating with absolute certainty.
The dining room went completely, utterly still. The silence this time wasn't awkward; it was heavy, shocked, and deeply profound.
Every single person at the table stopped moving, their eyes slowly drifting away from me and locking onto the fragile, stunned faces of Keiren and Keigan.
The two kids froze. Keiren's fork slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against her porcelain plate. His small lips parted, his eyes widening into massive, trembling circles as he stared up at me, his chest heaving with a sudden, breathless gasp.
"Really... Ate?" Keiren whispered, his voice sounding so incredibly small, so fragile, as if he was terrified that waking up from this dream would break his heart. "You... you want us?"
I looked down at him, the tears finally spilling over my eyelashes and running down my cheeks. I gave him a firm, definitive nod. "Yes, baby. Really. Forever."
Before the words could even fully leave my mouth, Keiren threw herself out of her chair. He ran around the table, his small arms wrapping fiercely around my waist as he buried his face deep into my stomach.
He began to cry—not the loud, terrified sobs from the hospital hallway, but deep, heavy tears of pure, overwhelming relief. I wrapped my arms tightly around his small shoulders, holding him against my body, feeling his tiny frame shake with happiness.
While I held Keiren, Keifer walked around the table and stopped right behind Keigan. My tough, intimidating husband lowered himself onto one knee, bringing himself eye-level with the young boy. Keifer reached out, his massive, scarred hand resting gently on Keigan's trembling shoulder.
"Keigan," Keifer said, his deep voice incredibly soft, filled with a protective warmth I had never heard him use with anyone else but me. "Are you happy with our decision? Do you want to us to be your parents?"
Keigan stared at Keifer, thick tears welling up in his eyes and spilling over his cheeks. He looked around the massive room—at the Snorlax plushies, the mountains of food, the boys of Section E who were watching with soft, misty eyes, and then back to Keifer.
"Can I... can I really have parents?" Keigan whispered, his voice cracking violently as his shoulders began to shake. "A real mom and dad who won't leave?"
My heart shattered and rebuilt itself in a single second. I loosened my grip on Keiren gently, stepping over to where Keigan was sitting. I sank down onto my knees right in front of him, reaching out to cup his tear-stained face with both of my hands, wiping his tears away with my thumbs.
"Of course, baby," I murmured, my voice fierce with a mother's love. "Of course you can. You are our baby. You have been our baby from the starting. We are never, ever letting you go."
Keigan let out a loud, broken sob and threw his arms wildly around my neck, burying his face into the crook of my shoulder. He squeezed me so tightly it pulled at my stitches, but I didn't care about the pain. I held him with everything I had left in my body.
"I would love to be your child, Ma," Keigan choked out through his heavy tears, using the word for the very first time.
Hearing that word, Keifer didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, his massive arms wrapping around both me and Keigan, pulling us into his massive, unbreakable chest. Keiren scrambled over, squeezing himself into the center of the embrace.
The four of us held each other in the middle of the dining room—a complete, real, and forever family built from the ashes of our shared trauma.
From around the dining table, a collective, soft, and tearful "Awwww" erupted from the girls.
Ion was openly crying into Angleo shoulder; Freya was wiping her eyes with a linen napkin; and even the boys of Section E were sniffling, looking away to hide their red eyes.
After a long, emotional minute, we all slowly pulled back from the hug. I wiped the tears from the kids' faces, my heart feeling lighter and fuller than it ever had in my entire life.
Just as we were settling back into our seats, the heavy doors of the dining room opened once more. Mr. Ryder, the Watson family's long-time trusted legal attorney, Honey 's Dad , stepped into the room. He was carrying a sleek black leather briefcase, his expression professional but carrying a warm, knowing smile.
"Perfect timing, Mr. Ryder," Keifer said, standing up and pulling out two thick pens from his pocket.
Mr. Ryder walked over to the sideboard table, opening his briefcase and pulling out a set of official, legal adoption documents bearing the gold seal of the high court. He laid them out neatly on the polished wood.
Keifer and I walked over to the table together. We didn't need to read the fine print; we had already reviewed every single clause in the hospital. We knew what this meant. It meant total protection, total legal rights, and a permanent declaration of love.
I took the pen first, my hand steady as I signed my full legal name across the mother's line: Jasper Jean Mariano Watson.
Then, I handed the pen to my husband. Keifer took it, his large fingers gripping the pen with absolute finality as he signed his name right below mine: Mark Keifer Watson.
Mr. Ryder took the documents, reviewing the signatures carefully before pulling out an official legal stamp. He pressed it down onto the paper with a firm, echoing thud. He closed the file, turned around to face the entire crowded room of the family, and cleared his throat with immense pride.
"Announcing now," Mr. Ryder declared, his voice ringing across the silent room with official authority. "Keigan and Keiren are, from this moment forward, legally and officially the son of Mark Keifer Watson and his wife, Jasper Jean Mariano Watson. They are officially your parents."
The moment the announcement left his lips, the dining room absolutely exploded into a deafening, thunderous cheer.
"Yes! Congratulations guys!" Percy roared, jumping onto his chair and pumping his fists into the air.
The boys of Section E rushed forward in a massive wave, completely surrounding Keigen and Keiren, lifting them up onto their shoulders, ruffling their hair, and welcoming them into the family with chaotic, joyful shouts.
The mansion was filled with a loud, vibrant energy that completely washed away the ghosts of the past week.I stood beside Keifer, watching his siblings laugh through their remaining tears as they were celebrated by the family.
Keifer's large hand slipped back into mine, intertwining our fingers with a fierce, unbreakable grip.I looked up at him, and for the first time in a week, his grumpy expression was completely gone.
A beautiful, genuine, and deeply proud smile was plastered across his face as he looked at our children.We had fought through the darkness, we had faced our enemies, and we had bled for each other. But as I stood in our home, surrounded by a hundred Snorlax plushies, a chaotic family, and our two beautiful children, I knew that the battle was finally over. We weren't just survivors anymore. We were a family. And we were finally home.
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A/n
Hey my lovely readers! ❤️
First of all, I want to say a massive, deep apology for disappearing and not uploading over the last few days! My periods started unexpectedly, and the cramps have been absolutely tearing me apart and hitting me so hard that I could barely sit up at my laptop, let alone write.
I hope you can forgive me for the sudden delay! I love you all so much for being so understanding.Now that our favorite couple has officially adopted the kids, the real fun begins! I know most of you were thinking that Jay will be pregnant but I want to add some of the jayfer moments alone . Later I will add the track of pregnancy.
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