JAY JAY POV
DAY OF JAY'S WEDDING
Gosh. This is really it.
I'm staring at myself in the full-length mirror, and for a second, I don't even recognize the girl looking back. Who is this sophisticated person? Is that really me? My hair is up in an elegant bun, and I'm wearing the gown Keifer chose—the one that makes me feel like a literal queen. My heart is doing a frantic drum solo against my ribs, and my palms are so sweaty I'm worried I'll drop my bouquet.
"Jay-Jay? You okay, Monkey?"
I turned to see Jare standing at the door. He looked unusually sharp in his barong, but his eyes were soft. Behind him, Percy was wiping his eyes with a silk handkerchief (probably crying because he's no longer the center of attention) and Aries was leaning against the frame, looking proud.
"I think I'm going to faint," I whispered. "What if I trip on the aisle? What if I say my vows and accidentally mention a donut instead of Keifer?"
Jare laughed and walked over, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Then Watson will probably just buy you a donut and marry you anyway. Let's go, sis. The King is waiting."
THE CEREMONY
The doors opened, and the music started. Everything became a blur of white flowers and friendly faces, but then I saw him.
Keifer was standing at the altar. He wasn't smirking
He looked... breathless. His dark eyes were fixed on me, and for the first time in my life, I saw his hands shaking just a tiny bit.
When Jare handed me over, Keifer took my hand. His grip was warm, steady, and private—a silent promise that it was just us two in that crowded room.
"You look breathtaking, Mutya," he whispered, so low only I could hear.
The vows were a mess of tears and laughter. When it was his turn, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "I spent a long time being the King of a classroom, but I realized I only ever wanted to be the man who kept you safe. I promise to protect you, to listen to your maingay stories, and to make sure there's always food in the fridge. Infinitely."
"I do," I squeaked out. "I do," he said, firm and final.
"You may now kiss the bride!"
He didn't wait. Keifer leaned in, his hand cupping my cheek, and kissed me with so much love and "claim" that Section E erupted into whistles and hoots. Bingo, who was being held by Tita Serina, let out a tiny bark.
THE WEDDING NIGHT
The reception was a chaotic celebration of Section E nonsense, and by the time we reached our hotel suite, I was exhausted but my heart was overflowing.
The room was filled with the scent of fresh lilies and the glow of dim lanterns. Keifer shut the door, and the silence felt heavy and sweet. The "Boss" was gone; only my husband was left.
"Finally," he breathed, tossing his suit jacket onto a chair. He walked over to me, unpinning the veil from my hair with agonizing slowness.
"Are you tired?" he asked, his voice dropping into that deep, husky register that makes my knees turn into mush.
"A little," I admitted, looking up at him. "But I'm happy. Really happy."
He reached for the laces at the back of my gown—the same laces he tied for me months ago. His warm fingers grazed my skin, sending those familiar electric shocks straight to my toes. He leaned in, his nose grazing my ear.
"You're finally Mrs. Watson," he murmured. ". You're mine. Completely."
He turned me around, his hands settling on my waist. He looked at me with an intensity that stripped away every defense I had. He leaned down and kissed me—a slow, deep, and emotional kiss that tasted like the rest of our lives.
"I love you, Jay," he whispered against my lips.
"I love you too, my King," I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.
As the moonlight filtered through the window, I realized that my life had completely changed. No more overprotectiveness from my brothers, no more teasing from the boys—well, maybe some—but from now on, every Saturday morning and every night would be spent with the man who claimed my heart.
And honestly? I wouldn't exchange this "History" for anything else in the world.
Infinitely.
The gown finally pooled at my feet, and for the first time that day, I felt like I could actually breathe. But then again, looking at Keifer—who was currently unbuttoning his shirt while watching me with that heavy, focused gaze—I realized breathing was still going to be a struggle.
"What are you looking at, Watson?" I squeaked, clutching the silk robe Tita Serina had packed for me. My face was so red I was probably glowing in the dark.
"My wife," he said simply. The word wife hit me like a physical force. It wasn't a tease anymore. It wasn't a 'penalty.' It was real.
He stepped closer, his chest bare, radiating a heat that made the air-conditioned room feel like a furnace. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw before settling on my bottom lip.
"You're overthinking again, Jay," he murmured, his voice dropping into that dangerously low vibration. "I can practically hear your brain trying to calculate the calories in our wedding cake."
"I am not!" I huffed, though he was 100% right. "I was actually thinking about how you're still a jerk for making me cry during the vows."
Keifer let out a low, dark chuckle. He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. "I'll make up for it. Starting now."
KEIFER POV
I watched her as she tried to act tough, her small hands trembling slightly as she held her robe shut. She looked breathtaking—messy hair, swollen lips from our earlier kisses, and those wide, honest eyes that I had fallen for the moment she walked into Section E.
I didn't want to rush. I had spent months claiming her, fighting for her, and waiting for the moment I could finally call her mine without any interruptions from her brothers or the idiots in my class.
"Jay," I whispered, sliding my hands into her hair and tilting her face up.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
She blinked, looking confused. "For what? For marrying a donkey like you?"
I smiled, a real one. "For choosing me. For staying. For being the only person who ever saw through the 'Boss' and found the man underneath."
I leaned in, capturing her lips. This wasn't the frantic, possessive kiss of a teenager anymore. This was the kiss of a husband—slow, deep, and full of a promise that I was never letting go. I felt her melt against me, her arms winding around my neck as she finally let out that shaky breath she'd been holding all day.
I lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed. As I laid her down, the moonlight caught the silver ring on her finger.
"Infinitely," I muttered against her skin, trailing kisses from her neck to her shoulder.
"Infinitely," she whispered back, her voice raw with emotion.
JAY-JAY POV
The world narrowed down to the sound of our breathing and the frantic thrum of my heart. Everything Keifer did was intentional—the way his hands moved, the way he whispered my name, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire universe.
I used to daydream about 'K-Drama' moments, but this? This was better. There was no script, no slow-motion zoom—just him and me. My King and his Mutya.
When he finally pulled me flush against him, our skin meeting in the quiet of the night, I realized that all the chaos of the past year—the fights, the jealousy it was all worth it for this.
"Keifer," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
"I'm here," he rasped, his eyes dark with a love so intense it made my soul ache. "I'm not going anywhere, Jay. Not today, not tomorrow. Never."
And as we finally became one under the soft glow of the Manila moon
finding the person who makes your heart beat in a rhythm you finally understand.
THE NEXT MORNING
I woke up to the smell of coffee and... donuts?
I opened my eyes to see Keifer sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a simple black shirt, holding a box of my favorite glazed donuts. He looked at me and smirked—that signature, arrogant Watson smirk that I now realized was just a cover for how much he adored me.
"Morning, Mrs. Watson," he teased. "I figured the Queen would be hungry."
I sat up, rubbing my eyes and reaching for a donut immediately. "You're the best, you know that?"
"I know," he said, leaning in to steal a bite of my donut and a quick kiss from my lips. "But don't get used to it. You still have to pay me back for the 'donkey' comment yesterday."
I laughed, my heart overflowing. My life was a mess, my husband was an asshole, and my brothers were probably currently outside our hotel door waiting to interrogate us.
But looking at Keifer, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
EPILOGUE: 13 Years Later
JAY-JAY POV
"I Object! Your Honor, the defendant clearly took the last chocolate-filled donut without prior written consent!"
I didn't even look up from my legal brief as I shouted across the kitchen. Thirteen years later
I'm a high-powered defense lawyer. But honestly? Crossing-examining a witness in court is way easier than dealing with the four mini-Watsons currently occupying my house.
"It was a gift, Mom! Statute of limitations has passed!" my eldest, Kayson (12), shouted back. Kayson was basically a clone of his father—the same sharp jawline, the same genius IQ, and the same terrifyingly calm way of arguing his point.
"There is no statute of limitations on my breakfast, Kayson Jay!" I yelled, finally standing up and adjusting my blazer.
Then there was Keifer Jr. (9), whom we called 'KJ.' He was the sensitive soul of the group, but he had Keifer's protective streak. And finally, the chaos twins: Jax and Jace (6). Their names were a nod to mine, but their personalities were pure, unadulterated Section E trouble.
Click.
The door opened, and the air in the room shifted. My heart still did that stupid little skip-hop it used to do back in high school.
Keifer walked in, looking every bit the powerful CEO he'd become. He dropped his briefcase and immediately caught KJ, who had launched himself at him.
"Why is my wife using her 'Courtroom Voice' in the kitchen?" Keifer asked, his eyes crinkling as he looked at me. He walked over, ignoring the boys' wrestling, and pulled me into his arms.
"Your son is a thief, Watson. He stole my donut," I grumbled, leaning my head against his chest. Even after all these years, he still smelled like expensive woodsmoke and home.
"He's a Watson, Jay. We take what we want," Keifer whispered into my ear, before leaning down to give me a kiss that definitely wasn't 'parent-approved' for the living room.
"Ewwwww! Dad! Get a room!" Jace screamed, covering his eyes.
THE REUNION
We arrived at the Mariano estate for our monthly reunion. The yard was a battlefield of children.
Jare and Mia were already there. Jare looked exhausted, currently being chased by his two daughters, Jia and Mara, while his son, Jaren, sat quietly under a tree with a laptop.
"Jay-Jay! Please tell your sons to stop teaching my daughters how to pick locks!" Jare shouted, looking at Jax and Jace.
"It's a life skill, Uncle Jare!" Jax yelled back, high-fiving Ci-N, who was basically the 'fun uncle' to all the kids.
I sat down with Mia and Sarah. Sarah was laughing, holding her youngest, while her other two kids played tag with Denzel's daughter.
"Can you believe it?" Sarah asked, looking around. "From Section E to... this?"
"I still can't believe Jay becomes a lawyer," Mia teased. "You used to cry over Biology labs, now you're arguing cases in the Supreme Court."
"It's the Keifer influence," I joked, watching my husband.
Keifer was standing near the grill with Percy and Aries. He looked relaxed, but his eyes were constantly scanning the crowd, always finding me. Whenever our eyes met, he'd give me that small, private smile that said everything he didn't need to put into words.
As the sun began to set, Kaysonwalked up to us, holding a sleeping Jace.
"Dad, Mom... can we go home? I have a debate tournament tomorrow and I need to prep," Kayson said, sounding way too much like his father.
Keifer draped an arm over my shoulder, pulling me into his side. "In a minute, Son. Let your mother finish her coffee."
I looked at my life—the chaotic boys, the successful law career, the overprotective brothers, and the man who had been my King for over a decade. My history wasn't just a lesson in a textbook; it was written in the laughter of our kids and the way Keifer still held my hand under the table.
"Happy anniversary, Mutya," Keifer whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
"Happy anniversary, King," I replied.
Thirteen years down. An infinite amount to go.
THE END.
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