Days passed, and Jay settled into the Watson mansion as if she had always belonged there.
At first, she had wandered the halls carefully, feeling the weight of the palace-like rooms, the polished floors, the endless corridors. But soon, the vastness didn't intimidate her—it welcomed her.
She found herself laughing easily at Serina's soft teasing, helping in the kitchen when she wasn't supposed to, or joining Keigan and Keiren in quiet, mischievous games that made the boys groan in disbelief.
Her room, once a guest suite, became her sanctuary. She decorated it in her style—small plants, scattered books, and photographs of her father and childhood memories. Even Keifer noticed how effortlessly she made it feel lived-in, comfortable, real.
At breakfast, she moved naturally between the adults and the kids, offering tea to Kaizer, laughing at Karim's jokes, teasing Karina over her dramatic gestures.
"You've settled in too quickly," Keifer commented one morning, leaning against the doorway with arms crossed.
Jay grinned.
"Maybe I like it here," she said, lighting up with a warmth that hadn't been there before.
Serina, watching from the kitchen, nodded approvingly.
"See? I told you, Jay. This is your home too."
Even Jasfer, watching quietly from the study windows, felt a deep relief. Jay wasn't just surviving this new world—she was thriving.
By the end of the week, it was no longer about living with the Watsons.
It was about belonging with them.
And in every laugh, every soft exchange, every quiet glance across the dining table with Keifer, Jay's presence wove itself seamlessly into the mansion, turning its grand halls into a home she could finally call her own.
Jay sat across from Keizer at the massive mahogany desk, sorting through papers with surprising ease. "Sir, this spreadsheet is missing last quarter's numbers," she said, sliding it across with a confident smile.
Keizer chuckled, shaking his head. "Honestly, Jay, at this rate, you might put me out of a job one day."
Meanwhile, in the living room, Serina leaned against the sofa, that playful sparkle in her eyes. "Keifer," she called, "did you finish your tea, or are you too busy staring at Jay again?"
Keifer froze mid-step, his face heating up. "I-I was just… walking past!"
Jay peeked from the doorway, eyes gleaming. "Walking past? Really, Sir… I mean… Keifer? You looked like you were planning a full-scale operation."
Keifer groaned, rubbing the back of his neck while Serina laughed. "Oh, don't be shy! You can't hide from us, Mr. Watson. We see everything."
Jay stepped closer, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, "Honestly, Keifer, you make it way too easy for us."
Keifer's scowl was almost comical, but the faint smirk fighting to break through gave him away. "You're impossible," he muttered.
Serina clapped her hands, delighted. "Finally! Some honesty! Now sit down. Jay, you're officially on the teasing team. Keifer's not escaping today."
Jay laughed, looping an arm around his shoulder as they moved toward the sofa together. "Don't worry, Keifer. I'll go easy… for now."
Keifer groaned again, but a reluctant laugh escaped him. Life in the Watson mansion was chaos—but it was their kind of perfect chaos.