Chapter: Month Nine – Countdown Chaos
Jay waddled through the mansion, bump huge now, hands instinctively holding her belly. Every step was careful, yet somehow she still managed to trip over her own feet twice and almost knock over Baby Grasel, who squealed in protest.
Keifer appeared immediately, swooping her into his arms with a smirk. "Jay…you're impossible. But I love it. All mine, and soon…our little boy will finally be here."
Jay groaned, cheeks flushed. "Keifer…stop teasing…my back…"
"Want me to massage it?" said Keifer teasingly.
The mansion was pure chaos.
Grace bounced around, Baby Grasel on her hip. "Jay! Have you packed the hospital bag? The snacks? The emergency diapers? I am so excited!please let me help pack the bag or else you will end up with nothing that you need like me."
"I'm sorry Grace.I should have packed your bag..." said Denzel.
Eman hovered with water, snacks, and ginger tea, muttering, "Eat, hydrate, breathe…Keifer, leave her alone for two seconds."
Ci-n paced, muttering, "I can't…she's…he's…this is too much!"
David shook his head. "Keifer is insane. She's about to have a baby, and he's already…possessive enough to suffocate her."
Yuri dramatically clutched a pillow. "Chaos…too much chaos…"
Felix, Kit, Mayo, Rakki, Mica, Densel hovered, half panicked, half filming, all making running commentary about how Jay was wobbling every two steps.
Jay stumbled again, sighing, and Keifer caught her immediately. "Jay…my gorgeous, clumsy wife…you're glowing, flushed, and mine."
"I swear…" Jay groaned, trying to push him away but failing, "if you say mine one more time—"
"Too late," he whispered, dark smirk in place, pressing a kiss to her temple. "All mine. And soon…our little boy will be mine too."
Jay groaned, burying her face in his chest. "Keifer…please…stop teasing…my legs hurt!"
"Your legs?" he murmured, brushing a possessive hand along her thigh, eliciting a soft squeak. "I'll take care of them…all of them."
"If you say this line one more time during my pregnancy I will punch you."
Section E erupted into even more chaos. Grace squealed, bouncing. "He's going to be perfect! Baby Grasel finally has a friend!"
Ci-n whined, "I…don't even know who I am anymore…"
Eman fussed over Jay, muttering, "Hydrate…snack…repeat…Keifer, please, back off a bit."
Aries and Angelo had shown up, both hovering protectively.
"Keifer," Angelo said, dark gaze softening just a little, "you better keep her safe."
"I know," Keifer replied, brushing a possessive hand along Jay's side. "And I will. Every second."
By evening, Jay was collapsed on the couch, flushed, exhausted, and emotional. Keifer hovered beside her, whispering dark, possessive words, brushing kisses across her face, neck, and hands. Section E hovered like a chaotic, loving cloud, fussing, pampering, laughing, and crying with excitement.
"Keifer…" Jay murmured, leaning into him, feeling tiny against his chest, "I…can't believe this…our baby…"
"You're glowing, Jay…my little miracle," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers, possessive and soft all at once. "And very soon…our little boy will be here. And he'll be perfect…because he has you."
The mansion was chaos, love, spice, and anticipation—Jay flushed and emotional, Keifer possessive and teasing, Section E losing their minds, and Baby Grasel bouncing, screaming, and squealing in excitement.
Month nine. Hours from the birth. And Jayfer life? Utter chaos, infinite love, and spicy, wild, unstoppable madness.