Jay-Jay's POV
Boracay's sun-kissed goodbye hit bittersweet, but London welcomed us wrapped in Section E arms—Heathrow chaos of Rakki's welcome sign ("Mrs. Ulupong Slays!"), Felix's bear hugs nearly cracking ribs, C-in thrusting flower leis straight from Manila. Flat transformed overnight: mango tree saplings from Serina potted proud, fairy lights strung permanent, Aunty Gemma's adobo freezer-stocked for "newlywed survival." Keifer's bracelet clinked unpacking shells, our rings catching every light as we collapsed into familiar chaos, hearts fuller from island reset.
Life reignited brighter—mornings brewed coffee rituals with whispered "forever" plans, afternoons dove into dreams: Rakki pitching "Queen & Ulupong" brand (jewelry lines echoing blue beads), Freya designing capsule collections, Grace's flower pop-ups blooming citywide. Evenings glowed family feasts—Serina's table groaning lumpia, calamansi cakes, tall tales of our beach escapades drawing roars. Nightmares? Erased. Dreams now built futures: baby names bantered (not yet, but soon), Section E expansions plotted (Philippines outpost?).
One crisp Thames walk, bundled close, Keifer halted dramatic. "Empire time, queen. House? Business? World?" His eyes sparkled schemes. I grinned fierce. "All. With you." Horizons exploded possibilities—love as foundation, family as fortress. Drama's dust fertilized growth. Ours thrived wild, endless.
Keifer's POV
Homecoming sealed unbreakable—Section E HQ upgraded to "Ulupong Wing," Angelo greenlighting ventures: security firms blending our scars into strength, Denzel's media arm scripting survivor stories (anonymized triumphs). Days hustled electric: Calix drilling self-defense classes ("Next gen unbreakable"), Edrix officiating mock vows for laughs, Percy rigging smart-home pranks that backfired hilariously. Jay-Jay shone boardroom fierce, pitching bead-bracelet lines to investors, ring flashing authority.
Nights nested deep: her head on my chest, Thames murmuring outside, plans whispered till dawn. Serina's visits wove traditions—heirloom recipes tweaked modern, lullabies practiced soft. C-in crashed constant: "Uncle flower boy preps!" Felix's barbecues raged rooftops, laughter healing old fractures. Enemies? Court-closed chapters, forgotten footnotes.
Sunset balcony one eve, city bowing below, I spun her close. "Phase three: legacy. Kids? Kingdoms?" She laughed bright, pulling me in. "Build it all, ulupong." Love anchored empires rising. Joy infinite, bonds eternal. Our story? Just peaking.