Chapter: Wifey and Hubby
(Jay's POV)
One month of marriage.
Thirty days of waking up in his arms.
Thirty days of learning every detail of his face.
Thirty days of chaos, laughter, and love.
And today—
Today I was visiting his office again.
Watson Corporation.
Philippine branch.
The ridiculous building with the ridiculous windows and the ridiculous employees.
I stood in front of the mirror in our room, fixing my dress.
Simple.
Elegant.
Professional.
But also—
His favorite color.
He noticed that kind of thing.
Always did.
His arms wrapped around me from behind.
Chin on my shoulder.
"You look beautiful."
I smiled at his reflection.
"I know."
He laughed.
"Confident."
"Competent."
He kissed my neck.
"Ready?"
I turned in his arms.
Faced him.
"Ready."
He took my hand.
"Let's go, wifey."
My heart flipped.
That name.
Just for us.
Just for him.
I squeezed his hand.
"Let's go, hubby."
---
The Drive to His Office
Hand in hand.
Music playing softly.
Peaceful.
Normal.
Perfect.
"Hey, hubby?"
"Yeah, wifey?"
"Your employees stared a lot last time."
He grinned.
"They'll stare again."
"Bother you?"
I thought about it.
"No."
"Let them stare."
"I'm your wife."
"And proud of it."
He kissed my hand.
"Good."
"Because I'm proud too."
I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Love you, hubby."
"Love you too, wifey."
---
Inside the Building
The lobby was busy.
Employees rushing.
Phones ringing.
Meetings happening.
The moment we walked in—
Everything stopped.
Heads turned.
Eyes widened.
Whispers started.
"Mr. Watson!"
"With his wife again!"
"They're so cute together!"
"She's beautiful!"
I squeezed Keifer's hand.
He squeezed back.
Leaned down.
Whispered in my ear.
"Told you."
I grinned.
"Told me what?"
"They're staring."
"And I don't care."
He kissed my cheek.
Right there.
In front of everyone.
More whispers.
More smiles.
More chaos.
I hit his chest lightly.
"You're showing off."
He nodded.
"Always."
---
The Elevator
Private.
Just us.
Rising through the building.
Glass walls.
City view.
His arms around me.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
I leaned back against him.
"Very."
"Happy?"
"The happiest."
He kissed my head.
"Good."
"Because today—"
"I have meetings."
"Boring meetings."
I turned.
Faced him.
"I'll survive."
"Promise?"
I smiled.
"Promise."
He kissed me.
Soft.
Sweet.
"My wifey."
"My hubby."
The elevator dinged.
Top floor.
---
The Executive Floor
Sarah greeted us.
Efficient as always.
"Good morning, Mr. Watson. Mrs. Watson."
I smiled.
"Good morning, Sarah."
She nodded.
"The board is ready, sir."
"Conference room in twenty minutes."
Keifer nodded.
"Thank you, Sarah."
She walked away.
I looked at him.
"Twenty minutes?"
He grinned.
"Enough time?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"For what?"
He pulled me toward his office.
"You'll see."
---
His Office
The door closed behind us.
His arms around me.
Mine around him.
Kissing.
Slow.
Deep.
Perfect.
He pulled back just enough to breathe.
"Missed you."
I laughed.
"We've been together all morning."
"Still missed you."
I touched his face.
"You're ridiculous."
He kissed me again.
"Your ridiculous."
I smiled against his lips.
"Unfortunately."
He laughed.
Pulled me closer.
"Twenty minutes?"
I nodded.
"Twenty minutes."
---
Twenty Minutes Later
We walked out of his office.
Hand in hand.
Both slightly breathless.
Both smiling.
Sarah was waiting.
Professional.
But her eyes knew.
Definitely knew.
"Mr. Watson, the board is ready."
Keifer nodded.
"Coming."
He looked at me.
"Wait here?"
I nodded.
"I'll be fine."
He kissed my forehead.
"Back soon, wifey."
I smiled.
"Go, hubby."
He walked away.
I watched him go.
My husband.
My Keifer.
My everything.
---
Alone in His Office – Sort Of
I sat on the couch.
Phone in hand.
Scrolling.
Relaxing.
Then—
A knock.
I looked up.
"Come in."
The door opened.
A woman walked in.
Beautiful.
Perfect hair.
Perfect makeup.
Perfect outfit.
She smiled at me.
Polite.
Professional.
"Oh, hello. I'm looking for Mr. Watson."
I sat up.
"He's in a meeting."
She nodded.
"I know. I'll wait."
She sat on the other couch.
Crossed her legs.
Pulled out her phone.
Started scrolling.
I watched her.
Something about her—
Made me uncomfortable.
Too comfortable here.
Too familiar.
Too—
Another knock.
Another woman walked in.
Also beautiful.
Also perfect.
"Oh, you're waiting too?"
First woman nodded.
"Meeting with Mr. Watson after the board."
Second woman sat.
"Same."
They exchanged smiles.
Familiar smiles.
Like this was normal.
Like waiting for my husband was normal.
My eye twitched.
I pulled out my phone.
Jay: Hubby.
Keifer: Yes wifey?
Jay: There are women in your office.
Keifer: What?
Jay: Waiting for you.
Keifer: I'll be right there.
Jay: No. Finish your meeting.
Jay: I'm just observing.
Keifer: Observing?
Jay: Gathering data.
Keifer: That's terrifying.
Jay: Good.
I put my phone away.
Smiled at the women.
They smiled back.
Oblivious.
Dead women walking.
---
The Waiting Game
Ten minutes passed.
The women talked.
About work.
About meetings.
About Keifer.
"She's worked with him before," first woman said.
"He's so professional."
"So smart."
Second woman nodded.
"And handsome."
My grip on my phone tightened.
"So handsome."
First woman sighed.
"Too bad he's married now."
Second woman shrugged.
"Married doesn't mean blind."
I saw red.
But I stayed calm.
Smiled.
"Excuse me."
They looked at me.
"Yes?"
I stood.
Walked to Keifer's desk.
Sat in his chair.
His chair.
His wife.
His.
The women stared.
I smiled sweetly.
"Just more comfortable here."
They exchanged glances.
Suddenly uncomfortable.
Good.
---
Keifer Returns
The door opened.
Keifer walked in.
Looked at me in his chair.
Raised an eyebrow.
But before he could speak—
The women stood.
"Mr. Watson!"
"We're here for the meeting!"
Keifer looked at them.
Then at me.
Then back at them.
"I don't have any meetings scheduled."
They blinked.
"But—"
"We were told—"
Keifer shook his head.
"Not by me."
He walked to his desk.
Stood beside me.
His hand on my shoulder.
"This is my wife, Jay."
"Whatever meeting you thought you had—"
"Was mistaken."
The women's faces fell.
"Oh."
"We're sorry—"
"We didn't realize—"
Keifer nodded.
"Sarah will help you reschedule."
"With the right department."
They nodded quickly.
Left.
Fast.
The door closed.
Silence.
Then—
Keifer looked at me.
Grinned.
"Jealous, wifey?"
I crossed my arms.
"No."
"Liar."
I hit his chest.
"They were flirting with you."
"They were talking about you."
He pulled me up from the chair.
Into his arms.
"And?"
"And I didn't like it."
He kissed my forehead.
"Good."
I blinked.
"Good?"
"I like you jealous."
I hit him again.
"That's terrible."
He laughed.
"It's honest."
I glared.
But I was softening.
Because his arms.
Because his smile.
Because him.
"They called you handsome."
"I am handsome."
"Arrogant."
"Confident."
I rolled my eyes.
He kissed my nose.
"But I'm only yours, wifey."
"Only yours."
My heart melted.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I leaned into him.
"Good."
"Because I'll fight someone."
He laughed.
"I know."
"That's why I love you."
I looked up.
"You love my violence?"
"I love everything about you."
"Even the jealousy."
"Especially the jealousy."
I kissed him.
Quick.
Sweet.
"My hubby."
"My wifey."
---
Later – The Cafeteria
We went down for lunch.
Hand in hand.
His arm around my waist.
Mine around his.
The cafeteria was busy.
Employees everywhere.
The moment we walked in—
Whispers started.
"There they are!"
"So cute!"
"Did you hear what happened upstairs?"
"With those two women?"
"They tried to flirt with Mr. Watson!"
"And Mrs. Watson shut it down!"
"QUEEN!"
I looked at Keifer.
"News travels fast."
He nodded.
"Very fast."
We got our food.
Sat at a table.
Surrounded by stares.
But also smiles.
Respect.
Admiration.
A young employee approached.
Nervous.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Watson?"
I looked up.
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to say—"
"You're amazing."
"What you did upstairs—"
"Those women had no right."
"I'm glad you're our CEO's wife."
I smiled.
"Thank you."
She beamed.
Walked away.
Keifer raised an eyebrow.
"Fan club?"
I shrugged.
"Apparently."
He grinned.
"Should I be worried?"
I leaned across the table.
Kissed him.
"In your dreams, hubby."
He pulled me closer.
"My wifey."
---
The Tour – Again
After lunch—
He took me around.
Again.
Different floors.
Different departments.
But same reaction.
Stares.
Whispers.
Smiles.
And everywhere we went—
He held my hand.
Introduced me.
"This is my wife, Jay."
Proud.
Happy.
Mine.
On the marketing floor—
A group of employees gathered.
One brave woman stepped forward.
"Mrs. Watson, can I ask you something?"
I nodded.
"Sure."
She glanced at Keifer.
Then back at me.
"How did you two meet?"
I looked at Keifer.
He looked at me.
Same memory.
Same smile.
"University," I said.
"He was annoying."
Keifer laughed.
"She was stubborn."
"We fought constantly."
"But somehow—"
"We fell in love."
The employees melted.
"SO CUTE!"
"GOALS!"
"THE BEST LOVE STORY!"
Another employee raised her hand.
"What do you call each other?"
I blinked.
"What?"
"Like nicknames?"
"Do you have pet names?"
I looked at Keifer.
He looked at me.
Same thought.
Same secret.
Same smile.
"That's private," he said.
The employees groaned.
"NO FAIR!"
"TELL US!"
Keifer pulled me closer.
Kissed my head.
"Only for us."
I smiled.
"Only for us."
---
The Rooftop Garden – Finally Alone
We escaped.
Just for a moment.
Just us.
On the rooftop.
City all around.
Sky above.
Peace.
He held me from behind.
Chin on my shoulder.
"Today was eventful."
I laughed.
"Very eventful."
"Jealous wifey."
"Protective hubby."
He kissed my neck.
"I like protective wifey."
I turned in his arms.
Faced him.
"I like possessive hubby."
He grinned.
"We're perfect for each other."
I touched his face.
"Terribly perfect."
He kissed me.
Slow.
Sweet.
Full of everything.
"Love you, wifey."
"Love you too, hubby."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
---
Back to the Chaos
We couldn't hide forever.
Eventually—
We went back down.
To the office.
To the work.
To the chaos.
Sarah was waiting.
Efficient as always.
"Mr. Watson, your three o'clock is here."
He nodded.
"Coming."
He looked at me.
"Stay?"
I nodded.
"I'll be here."
He kissed me.
Quick.
Sweet.
"Back soon, wifey."
"Go, hubby."
He walked away.
I watched him go.
My husband.
My Keifer.
My everything.
---
Alone Again
I sat in his office.
On his couch.
Phone in hand.
Scrolling.
Waiting.
Happy.
Because this—
This was my life now.
Chaos.
Love.
Him.
My phone buzzed.
Keifer: Thinking of you, wifey.
I smiled.
Jay: Thinking of you too, hubby.
Keifer: Miss you.
Jay: It's been five minutes.
Keifer: Too long.
Jay: You're ridiculous.
Keifer: Your ridiculous.
Jay: Unfortunately.
Keifer: Love you.
Jay: Love you too.
Keifer: Forever?
Jay: Forever.
I put my phone down.
Smiled at nothing.
Because everything—
Was everything.
---
End of Day
He finished his meetings.
We walked out together.
Hand in hand.
Through the lobby.
Past the employees.
Past the whispers.
Past the smiles.
To the car.
To home.
To us.
In the car—
He took my hand.
"Good day, wifey?"
I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Good day, hubby."
"Even with the jealous part?"
"Especially with the jealous part."
He kissed my head.
"Good."
"Because I like jealous wifey."
I smiled.
"And I like protective hubby."
He squeezed my hand.
"Perfect match."
I nodded.
"Perfect match."
---
That Night – Our Room
We lay in bed.
Tangled together.
City lights outside.
His heartbeat under my ear.
"Jay?"
"Yeah, hubby?"
"Today was perfect."
I lifted my head.
"Even with the jealous part?"
He smiled.
"Especially with the jealous part."
I lay back down.
"Good."
"Because there will be more jealous parts."
He laughed.
"I know."
"Worth it?"
I kissed his chest.
"Always."
He held me tighter.
"Love you, wifey."
"Love you too, hubby."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
---
The End
(For now.)