Jay's POV
The room is quiet, but my head isn't.
My dress hangs in front of me, still, innocent—like it doesn't know what it's about to witness. I touch the fabric just to feel something solid, something real, because my chest feels too full.I'm getting married.
The thought doesn't scare me the way people say it should. What scares me is how sure I am.
I think about all the versions of myself that led here—the stubborn girl, the guarded one, the girl who learned to stand tall even when things hurt. I think about my family, about Dad, about the things that were broken and the things we chose to mend anyway.
And then there's Keifer.
I don't imagine a perfect future. I imagine arguments, silence, messy days, tired nights. I imagine choosing each other again on those days. That's what makes my throat tighten.
Love didn't save me.
It met me where I already stood.
I inhale slowly, the way Eces taught me once—counting, grounding. My hands aren't shaking, but my heart is loud.
This isn't the end of who I am.
It's the moment I stop carrying everything alone.
And when I walk down that aisle, I won't be walking toward a dream.
I'll be walking toward a person who knows my flaws and stays anyway.
That's not fear in my chest.
That's trust.
Keifer's POV
I've faced things that should've scared me more than this.
Business decisions. Confrontations. Loss.
None of them feel like this.
My suit fits perfectly, but I still adjust it—more out of habit than need. My hands are steady. My mind is not.
I keep thinking: Am I enough?
Not in a dramatic way. In a quiet, honest one.
Jay doesn't need saving. She never did. She needs someone who listens when she's quiet and stands firm when the world gets loud. Someone who doesn't run when things get complicated.
I think about the promises I'm not saying out loud yet—the ones that don't sound poetic but matter the most. The promise to show up tired. To apologize first when I'm wrong. To protect without controlling.
I think about Eces, about how much Jay loves, about the weight that comes with being chosen by someone like her.
I'm not afraid of commitment.
I'm afraid of failing something this precious.
Then I picture Jay's laugh. The way she looks at me when she's decided something. The way she doesn't ask me to be perfect—just present.
My chest loosens.
This isn't about being fearless.
It's about being brave enough to stay.
When I see her today, everything else will quiet down.
Because marrying Jay isn't a leap into the unknown.
It's stepping forward into a life I've already been choosing—every single day.
Jay's POV
The room feels warmer than usual.
Not because of the lights or the people—but because everyone I love is here, moving around me like this moment belongs to all of us. Fabric brushes my arms. Someone laughs softly. Someone else hushes them, smiling.
Mom's hands are steady as she adjusts my hair, but I can feel the emotion she's holding back.
Tita is nearby, giving gentle instructions, her voice calm and familiar.
Freya and Ella are arguing over lipstick shades.
Mica watches quietly, Honey and Grace are cooing over little Grazel, and Rakki leans against the mirror, arms crossed, pretending she's not emotional.
Eces stands close. Not hovering. Just there.
That's when the thought slips in—uninvited.
"Eces…" My voice is softer than I intend. The room seems to slow. "Are you sure… Dad will come?"
Everything stills.
No one looks at me with pity. No one rushes to comfort me. The air simply softens, like everyone instinctively knows this moment matters.
Eces meets my eyes.
She doesn't smile. She doesn't overpromise.
She steps closer and takes my hand, grounding, solid. "He will," she says quietly. "I promised you."
Something in her tone—firm, unwavering—settles the ache in my chest. Not because I suddenly know it will happen, but because I trust her.
I nod, swallowing. "Okay."
Mom squeezes my shoulder, emotion breaking through her calm. Tita turns away for a second. Rakki sniffs dramatically. Honey wipes her eyes. Grace rocks Grazel gently. Even Freya looks down, jaw tight.
I breathe in.
For the first time today, it feels real.
I'm not alone in this moment. I never was.
And when I stand up, when they start helping me into my dress, my heart is steady.
Because if Eces promised—
I believe her.
The knock comes softly.
Not loud.
Almost hesitant.
For a second, no one moves. Then Mom turns toward the door, and something in her expression changes—surprise first, then disbelief.
When the door opens, my breath leaves me.
Dad stands there.
Right there.
Older, yes. Tired around the eyes. But real. Solid. Here. And beside him is Aunt Reycee—Eces's and Percy's mom—hands folded, eyes already shining like she knew this moment would undo all of us.
I don't remember standing up. I don't remember crossing the room.
The next thing I know, Dad's arms are around me.
Tight. Careful. Like he's afraid I might disappear.
My face presses into his shoulder, and the strength I've been holding onto all morning finally cracks. My chest aches. My eyes burn.
"I'm here," he says, voice rough. "I promised."
I can't speak. I just nod against him, fingers gripping his jacket like I need proof this isn't a dream.
When we pull apart, Aunt Reycee is already with Eces.
She cups Eces's face gently, eyes scanning her like a checklist only a mother could have. "Are you eating properly? Taking your medicine? Sleeping enough?"
Eces nods, a small smile breaking through. "I'm okay, Mom."
Aunt exhales, then pulls her into a hug—tight, protective, relieved.
Then she turns to me.
She doesn't hesitate. She hugs me too, warm and reassuring, like she's wrapping me into the same promise she gave Eces. "You look beautiful," she whispers. "I'm so proud of you."
The room is quiet now.
Mom wipes her eyes openly. Tita presses a hand to her chest. Rakki is crying without shame. Mica looks misty. Ella sniffles. Honey dabs at her eyes. Grace hugs Grazel closer, rocking her gently. Freya looks away, jaw tight, pretending she's fine.
I look at Eces.
She meets my gaze and gives me the smallest nod.
Told you.
My heart swells so full it almost hurts.
Today isn't just about a wedding.
It's about people choosing to show up.
And for the first time in a long time—
Everyone did.
The room fills up again once the emotions settle.
Mom and Tita move back into action like this is muscle memory—adjusting the dress, fixing the veil, checking every detail twice. Rakki fixes a loose curl near my cheek, Mica smooths the fabric at my waist, Ella reminds me not to step on the hem, Honey touches up my makeup, and Grace gently rocks Grazel in her arms until she finally drifts off.
Grazel is laid carefully on the bed, sleeping peacefully, tiny chest rising and falling.
That's when I notice Aunt and Freya with Eces.
Aunt adjusts Eces's dress with the same care she gave me, straightening the fabric, smoothing her hair back, checking if she looks comfortable. Freya helps with the small details—fixing the clasp of her bracelet, making sure her anklet sits right.
Eces looks different today.
Not flashy. Not trying.
Just… present.
Dad watches from his chair, quiet for a long moment. Then he stands, walks toward us, and looks between me and Eces—his eyes soft, shining.
"My two daughters," he says, voice thick. "Both of you look beautiful today."
My throat tightens instantly.
Eces looks at him, startled, then her lips curve into a small, almost shy smile.
I reach out and take her hand. She squeezes back, grounding me.
Mom presses a hand to her mouth, emotional. Tita turns away for a moment. Rakki sniffles loudly. Honey wipes her eyes. Even Freya looks down, jaw clenched.
Dad kisses my forehead gently, then rests his hand on Eces's shoulder, pride written all over his face.
For a second, everything feels still.
Not perfect.
But whole.
When Mom finally steps back and says, "She's ready," my heart doesn't pound the way I expected.
It steadies.
Because I'm not walking alone.
I never was.
Keifer's POV
The hall is loud.
Not the nervous kind of loud—
the Section E kind of loud.
I adjust my cuffs again, even though they're already perfect. The suit fits, tailored exactly, but my mind refuses to stay still.
"Stop pacing," Ci-n mutters. "You're making me nervous."
Felix films me, obviously. "This is historic footage. Groom Watson, five minutes before doom."
"It's not doom," Blaster argues. "It's romance."
"Same thing," Eman replies.
I exhale slowly and look around the hall.
Keigan and Keiren sit on the couch together, Keiren swinging his legs, Keigan unusually quiet, eyes glued to his phone but clearly not reading anything.
Aries leans against the pillar, arms crossed, calm but alert—big brother mode activated.
Percy checks his reflection in every shiny surface. "Lighting here is tragic. Wedding photos better have filters."
Angelo stands nearby, hands in pockets, pretending to be calm but I can see the tension in his shoulders. This isn't just Jay's wedding for him—it's family history rewriting itself.
Section E crowds around me.
"Mr. Watson," Rory sings.
"Mr. Jayfer," Josh adds.
"Mr. Husband," Yuri smirks.
"Mr. I'm about to cry," Drew says.
"I'm not crying," I reply instantly.
They all laugh.
Felix lowers his camera slightly. "Bro, you good?"
I nod.
I think of Jay in her dress. Of her asking about her dad. Of Eces promising. Of everything that led here.
This isn't fear.
It's gravity.
The doors to the ceremony hall are still closed. Music hums faintly from inside. Guests murmur.
And I'm here—
waiting.
Not because I'm unsure.
But because this moment deserves to be waited for.
I straighten my posture as the coordinator walks toward me.
"Groom, prepare," she says softly. "Bride is almost ready."
My heart doesn't race.
It steadies.
Because in a few minutes—
she'll walk toward me.
And everything will change, quietly, forever.
The hall goes quiet in a way that doesn't feel empty—
it feels expectant.
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There it is there Wedding part I .
Spoilers for next chapter
~ Wedding ( chapter 42 )
~ First night ( chapter 43 )
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