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Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the Watson mansion, painting the room in hues of gold and warmth. The birds outside chirped as if they hadn't seen the chaos of last night — the tears, the trembling confession, and the girl who had finally let her guard fall.
Jay groaned, her head pounding like a drum as she shifted under the silk sheets.Her body felt oddly… warm. She blinked, once, twice, and the blurred world began to form. The first thing she noticed was the soft pressure around her waist — a strong arm wrapped securely, almost protectively.
Her eyes darted sideways.
Keifer.
Still fast asleep beside her, hair messy, expression soft, breathing steady. The sight made her heart skip and then do that annoying fluttery thing she pretended not to feel. His hand was on her waist, and his head rested against her shoulder like he belonged there.
Jay froze.
Then — realization hit.She looked down.
Instead of the dress from last night, she was wearing his oversized white shirt, one that hung down to her knees, sleeves covering her hands completely. Underneath — her black shorts, the same ones she'd worn under her dress last night.
Her brain short-circuited.
"Wait—what the hell…" she muttered under her breath, pushing strands of hair out of her face.
Keifer stirred, his arm tightening around her for a moment before his sleepy voice came, husky and teasing, "Good morning, Mrs. Watson."
Jay blinked, flustered.
Her jaw dropped. "I what— wait, what happened last night? And why am I wearing your shirt?"
Keifer sat up slowly, ruffling his hair. The sunlight kissed the edge of his jawline as he looked down at her. "You don't remember?"
Jay frowned, trying to recall, but everything after her crying in the bar was fuzzy — Freya's arms, Keifer's voice, her tears soaking into someone's shirt… and then black.
"I—um—vaguely?" she said hesitantly.
Keifer's expression softened, the teasing fading for a moment. He brushed his thumb gently across her cheek.
"You cried yourself to sleep," he said quietly. "I brought you home. You wouldn't let go of me — koala mode, remember?" His tone was fond now, eyes sparkling. "So yeah, I had to carry you inside like a human backpack."
Jay's cheeks burned crimson."Oh my god—"
He chuckled. "Relax. I didn't do anything inappropriate. I had one of the maids help change you into my shirt because your dress was uncomfortable. You still had your shorts on."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her temple as he whispered, "I would never touch you without your permission."
The sincerity in his tone made her chest ache a little.She looked up, caught in his gaze —looking at her like she was made of something worth protecting.
"I… believe you," she said softly.
He smiled faintly.
Keifer: "Good. Now stay still before you fall off the bed. You look like you've got a hangover."
She groaned, pressing a hand to her head.
Jay: "No kidding. My brain feels like it's doing backflips."
Keifer: "Then don't move. I'll bring the hangover soup before you start accusing me of crimes I didn't commit."
he said, standing up. " And maybe kiss that frown away."
Jay threw a pillow at him, face flaming red."KEIFER!"
He laughed, catching the pillow mid-air. "Okay, okay, Mrs. Watson. Don't miss me too much."
Ten minutes later, Jay was at the dining table, her hair tied up in a messy bun, still in his shirt and shorts, her bare legs brushing against the cool chair. The sight made Keifer stop mid-stride as he came in with a tray.
"You're going to kill me one day," he muttered dramatically.
Jay raised a brow. "For what? Existing?"
"For looking like that in my clothes."
She smirked. "Well, your fault for making them so comfy."
He placed the tray down — a bowl of hangover soup,
"Here. Hangover soup. My secret recipe."
Jay sat up suspiciously.
"It looks like green mud."
"It's good for you."
"You said that about your 'protein smoothie' last time, and it tasted like socks."
"Just drink."
"Eat. You'll need energy."
She stared at the soup suspiciously. "You didn't poison this, right?"
Keifer grinned, leaning forward until his face was just inches away. "If I wanted to kill you, Watson, I'd do it with kisses."
Her breath hitched, and she quickly grabbed the spoon. "I—uh—will just eat, thanks."
She took one sip, grimaced, and glared at him.
"This is worse than heartbreak."
"Then it's working."
She threw a pillow at him, missing entirely.
"You're evil."
"Evil that cares about your liver."
Despite complaining, Jay finished the soup. Keifer sat on the bed beside her, resting his chin in his hand.
"Better?"
"Slightly. But my brain still hurts."
"That's karma for outdrinking Freya."
"I tried stopping you ! You threw your shoe at me!"
"Oh." Jay blinked. "That explains why I only found one this morning."
Keifer burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking.
They went to the kitchen after Jay insisted on making pancakes.Keifer leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
"You sure you can stand?"
"Please. Pancakes are my therapy."
"They're also my breakfast, so make them edible."
Jay flicked flour at him.
"Shut up and get the eggs."
He did, but not before "accidentally" dropping some flour on her hair.
"Keifer Watson, I swear—"
Too late. A handful of flour hit her face. She gasped, then grabbed a bag and threw it back. Within seconds, the entire kitchen was covered in white powder.
"Truce!" he laughed.
"Never!"
He dodged behind the counter, grabbed her wrist, and spun her — catching her against his chest. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Flour dusted their faces, his thumb brushed her cheek, and she looked up at him, lips parted.
His hand came up to wipe the flour off her nose. "You've got something here," he murmured, voice low.
"Where?" she asked softly.
"Here," he whispered, and before she could react, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose, then her forehead.Her cheeks burned again. "You—"
"Hmm?"
Jay quickly stepped away.
"Stop smiling like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you just won something."
"Didn't I?"
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her grin.
Breakfast was chaos — pancakes shaped like blobs, syrup spills, and laughter echoing off the marble walls.
Jay was just cutting another piece when two small voices yelled from the hallway.
'KUYAAAAAAAAA "
"ATE JAYYY"
Before she could turn, two identical whirlwinds ran in — Keigan and Keiren,
They stopped in front of the kitchen doorway, staring at the disaster.
"...Did a snowstorm hit the kitchen?" Keigan asked.
"Nope,"Keiren said seriously, "I think kuya lost a food fight."
Jay burst out laughing. Keifer groaned.
"You two weren't supposed to be up yet."
"We smelled pancakes!" Keiren said, climbing onto a stool.
"And syrup!" added Keigan , already reaching for the bottle.
Jay grabbed it before they could drown their plates.
"Nice try, sugar monsters."
Keigan gasped dramatically. "She's wearing brother's shirt!"
Jay choked on air. "WAIT—"
Keifer coughed, setting his little brother down. "Keigan , go easy."
Keigan leaned against the counter, grinning wickedly. "Didn't know breakfast came with a side of romance."
"KEIGAN!" Keifer warned.
Jay tried not to laugh, biting her lip.Keiren tilted his head. " you're the one who makes him smile like an idiot?"
Jay blinked. "He does that?"
"Oh yeah," Keigan said casually, "He used to be the grumpy one until you came along."
Keifer glared. "You two—out."
Keiren stuck his tongue out. "No way. We're staying! Jay's fun."
"Yeah," Keiren added, walking over to help Jay with the pancakes. "Mind if we help, sister-in-law?"
Jay sputtered. "SISTER-IN-LAW!?"
Keifer groaned. "You both are grounded."
Breakfast turned into a laughter-filled mess. Keiren kept sneaking strawberries, Keigan teased Keifer endlessly, and Jay… Jay couldn't stop smiling.
At one point, she was helping Keiren pour syrup on pancakes when the little boy said softly,"You know, Jay, you should stay forever. You make him happy. He laughs when you're around."
Jay's heart melted a little.She ruffled his hair. "We'll see, kiddo."
Across the table, Keifer watched the scene, unable to hide the small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. He had seen Jay break, seen her at her weakest — and now, seeing her laugh like this, seeing her light up his family's morning… it felt like healing.
As they all sat down to finally eat, Jay leaned close to Keifer and whispered,
"You have a good family."
He looked at her, eyes soft. "They're my chaos. But maybe you're part of it now too."
She smiled faintly. "Maybe."
Jay smiled, finally relaxing as she made small pancakes for them. She leaned down, wiping a bit of syrup off kerien cheek.
"You two are adorable."
"We know," Keigen said proudly. "Everyone says we're the cooler Watsons."
"Ouch," Keifer muttered.
"Facts," Jay teased.
Later, while the brothers ran off to play video games, Jay sat at the counter, eating another pancake.
"What now?" she asked.
Keifer set down his coffee cup.
"We need to go to the Fernandes mansion."
Jay blinked.
"What? Why?"
"Your mother called. She wants you to meet your father. Jashfer."
Jay froze, fork halfway to her mouth.
"My… father?"
He nodded, gently.
"You don't have to go if you're not ready."
She sighed, staring at her plate.
"No… I think I should."
There was a pause. Then she looked up.
"Keif, what happened last night? I remember bits… crying, then nothing."
He hesitated, gaze softening.
"You talked about your past. Then you fell asleep. I just… made sure you were safe. That's all."
Jay studied him — the faint tiredness in his eyes, the way he looked away like he was carrying her pain for her.
"You always protect me," she whispered.
"Someone's gotta do it," he said, smiling softly.
"You're doing too much."
"For you? Never enough."
Jay rolled her eyes, hiding the tiny smile tugging at her lips.
Just then, the brothers ran in again, sliding across the floor.
"kuya!" Keiren shouted. "Race us!"
"Not now," Keifer sighed.
"Come on! ate Jay too!" Keiren added, grabbing her hand.
"Yeah, Jay-Jay's gonna beat you!"
Jay smirked.
"You heard them."
"Oh no."
"Oh yes."
Keifer groaned but followed as the brothers started counting.
"Three… two… one—GO!"
They dashed down the hallway — Jay running barefoot, Keifer right behind her, the brothers cheering at the top of their lungs. She reached the living room first, turning with a triumphant grin.
"Ha! I win!"
"You cheated!"
"I call it strategy!"
They giggled, collapsing onto the couch. Keifer leaned against the wall, breathless but smiling.
"Okay, fine," he said. "You win this time."
Jay crossed her arms, grinning.
"This time? You mean every time."
Keifer looked at her with that same teasing warmth that always melted into something deeper — love, admiration, a quiet promise.
"Yeah," he said softly. "Every time."