✦ CHAPTER — "Little Liana." ✦
The mansion had officially lost its peace.
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Tiny footsteps echoed through the halls.
Unsteady.
Fast.
Dangerous.
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And somewhere in the distance—
Mia yelled:
> "LIANA NO—"
Too late.
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Jay's POV
Liana waddled across the living room proudly with one of Keifer's expensive pens in her tiny hand.
Meanwhile three grown mafia men followed behind her helplessly.
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"Little Boss please stop her."
"She stole Boss's pen."
"She also stole my gun earlier."
I blinked slowly.
"…your WHAT?"
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"She can't even walk properly HOW did she steal a gun?"
Nobody answered.
Because honestly?
Nobody knew.
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Liana sat down dramatically in the middle of the carpet and started chewing the pen proudly.
Mochi watched from the sofa in deep judgment.
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"Baby no," I laughed softly while crouching beside her.
The second she saw me—
her whole face lit up.
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"Jaaayyy."
Tiny baby voice.
Tiny grabby hands.
Immediate emotional damage.
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I picked her up instantly and she buried herself against my chest happily.
Warm.
Sleepy.
Soft.
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"She likes you more than me," Mia complained dramatically from the couch.
Jare smirked.
> "Honestly? Valid."
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Liana started playing with my necklace while babbling nonsense at me seriously like we were having an important conversation.
And somehow—
I understood none of it but answered anyway.
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"Really?"
Tiny nod.
"Mmhm!"
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Then suddenly—
the front door opened.
Heavy footsteps entered the mansion.
Familiar footsteps.
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Keifer.
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Black shirt.
Sleeves rolled slightly.
Hair messy from work.
Phone still in one hand.
Looking exhausted already.
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But the second he stepped into the living room—
Liana gasped dramatically.
Tiny eyes widening.
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Then immediately:
> "Keeeii!"
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The entire room froze.
Because no one—
NO ONE—
called scary mafia boss Keifer that happily.
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Meanwhile Keifer stopped walking completely.
Expression blank for one second.
Then softer.
So much softer.
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And before I could even react—
Liana started squirming wildly in my arms trying to reach him.
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"She wants you," I laughed softly.
Keifer looked genuinely confused.
> "…why?"
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But despite saying that—
he already walked closer.
Already reaching for her.
Like instinct.
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The second Liana entered his arms—
everything changed.
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Keifer immediately adjusted her carefully against his chest.
One hand supporting her tiny back automatically.
The other gently holding her little legs.
So careful.
Too careful.
Like she was something precious.
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And Liana?
She melted into him instantly.
Tiny hands grabbing his shirt collar happily.
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BROOOOO 😭🫀💌
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One mafia man nearby looked emotionally destroyed already.
> "…Boss is smiling."
Another whispered:
> "…take a picture."
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Because yes.
Keifer was smiling.
Tiny.
Soft.
Rare enough to shock the entire mansion.
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Liana touched his face curiously.
Then suddenly kissed his cheek.
A loud tiny baby kiss.
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Silence.
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Keifer froze.
Actually froze.
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Meanwhile I nearly burst into laughter.
"Aw."
He looked at me immediately.
> "…she kissed me."
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Jare leaned back dramatically.
> "Yeah congratulations. You've been adopted."
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And somehow after that—
Liana refused to leave Keifer alone.
At all.
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Everywhere he went— she followed.
Or more accurately—
he carried her everywhere.
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Meeting room?
Tiny baby on his arm.
Kitchen?
Liana sitting against his shoulder playing with his tie.
Hallway?
Her tiny head resting sleepily against his chest while he walked around the mansion.
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And the CRAZIEST part?
Keifer allowed everything.
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Even the mafia men looked traumatized.
Because usually: Boss hated unnecessary touching.
Now?
Tiny baby fingers were pulling his hair and this man looked emotionally attached already.
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At one point Liana grabbed his face with both tiny hands dramatically.
And Keifer— without even thinking— kissed her forehead softly.
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The room went silent AGAIN.
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One mafia man whispered:
> "…I think I just witnessed character development."
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Later that evening—
I found Keifer sitting on the couch with Liana asleep against his chest.
Tiny body curled into him comfortably.
One of his large hands resting protectively on her back.
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And Keifer?
He looked peaceful.
Actually peaceful.
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His eyes lifted toward me quietly.
Then dropped back to Liana.
Softening instantly again.
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"…she fell asleep."
Like he was surprised.
Like he couldn't believe something so tiny trusted him this much.
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I sat beside him slowly.
Careful not to wake her.
And for a moment—
we both just watched her sleep quietly.
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Then softly I whispered:
"…you got attached."
Keifer immediately denied it.
> "No."
At that exact moment—
his hand gently adjusted the blanket around her tiny body.
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I smiled.
"Sure."
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Silence filled the room softly.
Warm silence.
Domestic silence.
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Then after a while—
Keifer looked down at sleeping Liana again.
Eyes quieter now.
More emotional than usual.
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And almost absentmindedly—
he murmured:
> "…you would look beautiful holding our daughter."
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✦ CHAPTER — "Don't Leave." ✦
The mansion was quieter than usual tonight.
Not peaceful quiet.
Worried quiet.
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Jay's POV
"Boss still hasn't slept."
I looked up immediately from the couch.
One of the mafia men stood nervously near the doorway.
Another added quietly:
> "…he's been in meetings since yesterday."
My stomach twisted instantly.
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Because lately—
Keifer had been overworking again.
Late nights.
Skipped meals.
Endless meetings.
Barely sleeping.
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And every single time I asked—
he answered with:
> "I'm fine."
Liar.
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I walked upstairs quietly toward his office.
The hallway lights were dim.
Rain tapped softly outside the windows.
Everything felt heavy tonight.
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When I pushed the office door open—
my chest hurt immediately.
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Keifer sat at his desk surrounded by files and paperwork.
Still in black dress clothes.
Tie loose.
Top buttons undone.
One hand against his forehead tiredly.
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And for the first time in a while—
he actually looked exhausted.
Not normal tired.
Worn down tired.
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"…Keifer."
A quiet hum.
No energy.
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I stepped closer slowly.
Then immediately touched his forehead.
And froze.
Hot.
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"Keifer."
> "Mm?"
"You have a fever."
> "No I don't."
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"Yes you do."
> "I'm working."
"No. You're dying dramatically at a desk."
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Finally he opened his eyes slightly.
And honestly?
He looked terrible.
Pale. Tired. Barely focused.
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But somehow—
still trying to work.
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"I'm fine," he muttered again.
I stared at him.
Then calmly reached over…
…and closed his laptop.
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Silence.
Dead silence.
Because nobody— NOBODY— closed Boss's laptop during work.
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Keifer blinked slowly at me.
"…Jay."
"No."
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Another silence.
Then finally—
he leaned back in the chair with a tired sigh.
Like even arguing took too much energy now.
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Good.
Because I was done being nice.
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Ten minutes later—
I somehow managed to drag scary mafia boss Keifer into bed.
Which honestly felt like handling an irritated oversized cat.
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"I have meetings tomorrow."
"You have a fever."
> "People need me."
"You need sleep."
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He looked at me for a long moment.
Then quietly:
> "…you're bossy."
I gasped dramatically.
"You created this problem."
A tiny sleepy smirk appeared briefly.
Then disappeared again.
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I handed him medicine.
He stared at it like betrayal.
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"You're taking it."
> "No."
"Keifer."
> "…it tastes bad."
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I nearly burst into laughter.
"You sound like a child."
A tired grumble.
Still refusing.
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Finally—
after five full minutes of arguing—
he took the medicine while glaring at me weakly.
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Outside the room—
I heard one mafia man whisper:
> "…Boss actually listened."
Another answered:
> "…Little Boss is terrifying."
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Later that night—
rain continued softly outside while the bedroom stayed dim and warm.
Keifer finally fell asleep beside me.
Or at least—
I thought he did.
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Because the second I tried getting up quietly—
a warm hand grabbed my wrist immediately.
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I looked down.
Half-asleep feverish Keifer stared at me tiredly.
Hair messy against the pillow.
Eyes barely open.
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"…where are you going?"
"Water."
> "…don't."
My heart softened instantly.
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"Keifer, I'm coming back."
Still— he didn't let go.
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Then quietly—
so quietly it almost hurt—
he murmured:
> "…stay."
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And suddenly—
I remembered something.
All those years ago: cold professor, dangerous mafia boss, emotionless eyes.
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Now?
Now he searched for me first whenever he was weak.
Like instinct.
Like home.
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So instead of getting up—
I laid back down beside him.
Immediately— his arms wrapped around my waist.
Pulling me against his chest sleepily.
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Warm forehead against my neck.
Slow breathing.
Relaxing instantly after touching me.
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My fingers brushed gently through his messy hair.
And little by little—
his body finally loosened.
The tension leaving him.
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"…there," I whispered softly.
"Sleep."
A sleepy hum answered me.
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Then after a moment—
half asleep already—
Keifer buried his face deeper into my neck and murmured quietly:
> "…hate being sick."
I smiled softly.
"I know."
Another pause.
Then:
> "…but like when you take care of me."
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