JAY-JAY POV
I woke up and saw Keifer.
Me in his shirt.
Him in only boxers.
And my brain immediately replayed everything
My face heated so fast I thought I might combust.
I looked at him
Idiot.
He's just sleeping peacefully after everything he said, everything he did, everything we did.
Meanwhile I'm over here blushing like a schoolgirl who just held hands for the first time.
I sighed and stared at him again.
God, he's hot.
His hair was messy in that stupid perfect way.
His jawline looked sharper than last night.
And the way the blanket had slipped down his boxe—
Nope.
Nope.
Not thinking about that.
I shifted just a little — barely even moved — and his hand on my waist tightened instantly, like his body reacted before his brain did.
He pulled me closer, tucking me against his chest, his breath warm against the top of my head.
I couldn't help it.
I smiled.
Idiot.
He's either awake and pretending…
or asleep and still acting like I'll disappear if he lets go.
I tilted my head up a bit, studying his face — peaceful, annoyingly handsome, completely unaware of the chaos he causes in my life.
Then I heard it.
A car door shutting.
Percy.
My eyes widened. "Keifer," I whispered, nudging him.
He groaned like I'd just committed a crime. "Jay… please…"
"No, seriously, wake up. Percy is here," I hissed, shaking his shoulder.
Instead of waking up, he tightened his arm around my waist and buried his face deeper into my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
"Tell him I said hi," he mumbled, voice muffled and lazy.
I stared at him, stunned.
"Keifer, I'm serious!"
He only hummed — actually hummed — like he was perfectly content to stay wrapped around me while Percy walked straight into the house.
I slapped his arm lightly. "Get up!"
"No," he said, tightening his hold even more. "He can come back later."
"He's literally at the door!"
"Good," Keifer muttered. "He can let himself in."
I froze.
"Keifer!"
He finally cracked one eye open, looked at me, and smirked — that slow, sleepy, dangerous smirk that made my stomach flip.
"You're warm," he said simply, pulling me even closer. "I'm not moving."
I swear I almost screamed.
"GET UP!" I yelled, louder this time.
Keifer finally dragged himself upright, hair a mess, eyes half‑closed
"Change. Wear something," I ordered.
He blinked at me. "You're wearing my shirt."
I froze.
Right.
That.
I reached for the hem, then remembered—
Yeah.
Absolutely nothing underneath.
"Wait—I'll change first, then I'll give your shirt," I said, scrambling to my closet and grabbing the first pair of PJ's I could find.
"Keifer, turn around."
"No."
I glared at him so hard I'm surprised he didn't burst into flames.
"Fine," he muttered, turning around with the most dramatic sigh known to mankind.
I started changing.
"I already saw everything," he said casually.
I glared at the back of his head like I could kill him with my mind.
He snorted.
I threw his shirt at him—hard. "Wear it. And your pants."
He groaned like I'd asked him to run a marathon, but he put them on anyway, still half‑asleep and buttoning everything wrong.
I walked to the window.
And there he was.
Percy.
staring into the side‑view mirror with full dramatic intensity. He ran a hand through his hair, adjusted it, tilted his head, checked the angle again.
Then—oh my god—he mouthed something to himself.
Probably "Damn, I look hot."
Typical.
Absolutely typical Percy behavior.
I pressed my forehead to the glass.
"Why is he like this," I whispered to myself.
Behind me, Keifer muttered, "Because he's Percy," like that explained everything.
Honestly… it kind of did.
I turned around to him. "Done," I asked, brushing my hair back.
Keifer walked toward me with that look — the one that always meant trouble.
"No," he said simply.
"What is this ti—"
I didn't even finish.
He leaned in and kissed me mid‑sentence, catching me completely off guard. My mouth was still open from talking, and he took it as an advantage
And put his tongue in mine and started to deepen it
I pushed him lightly, palms on his chest, before things could go any further.
"Percy is there," I hissed, breathless.
"So?" Keifer muttered, completely unbothered. "I don't care."
"Well I do," I snapped, trying to keep my voice down. "He might tell Kuya Angelo, and it will be the end of us."
Keifer rolled his eyes so dramatically I wanted to smack him.
"Jay," he said, stepping closer again, "I don't care about Angelo I care about you"
"That's not funny," I said, poking his chest.
He caught my hand, holding it gently but firmly. "I'm not joking. I'm just not scared of them."
"Well I am," I muttered.
His expression softened — just a little — like he finally understood why I was panicking.
But then he ruined it by smirking.
"You're cute when you're worried."
I glared at him so hard he actually laughed under his breath.
"Let's get out of my room and go to the living room and act like we did something," I whispered to Keifer, trying to sound calm even though my heart was doing backflips.
He nodded, running a hand through his hair to make himself look less like… well, like what we actually did.
We walked to the living room and sat on the sofa, pretending to be totally normal human beings who definitely did not almost get caught doing something stupid.
We started practicing the songs — or at least pretending to.
Keifer was humming.
I was tapping my foot.
Neither of us was actually focused.
And then—
The front door opened.
Percy walked in like he owned the place, keys jingling in his hand, sunglasses still on even though he was indoors.
Of course.
He froze when he saw us on the sofa.
Then he slowly took off his sunglasses.
His eyes narrowed.
His gaze went from me…
to Keifer…
to my hair…
to Keifer's half‑buttoned shirt…
and then back to me.
I swear he scanned us like a metal detector.
"Wow," Percy said flatly. "You two look… suspicious."
Keifer didn't even bother looking up from the guitar. "You're annoying."
Keifer didn't even look up from the guitar. "You're annoying."
Percy blinked at Keifer like did this man just talk to me like that in my own sister's house?
His face was pure offended drama.
Then he turned to me like nothing happened.
"Baby sistah, where did you see the blue file that was here yesterday?" Percy asked, pointing at the table like it personally betrayed him.
"I think it's in your room," I said.
He nodded, marched off, and came back with the file like he'd just completed a heroic quest.
Then he pointed at Keifer.
"And you, Keifer—leave. It's about to get dark."
Keifer stared at him. "What does that have to do with anything."
Percy ignored him completely.
"Bye baby Keifer and baby sistah," he said, already heading toward the door. "I will be staying at Felix's house today."
He opened the door dramatically.
"Be safe and lock the door."
And then he left like a telenovela character exiting a scene.
The door clicked shut.
Silence.
"Thank God," I breathed out, slumping back on the sofa.
Keifer looked at me for exactly one second.
Then he smiled — that slow, dangerous, I‑am‑about‑to-do-something-stupid smile — and suddenly he moved.
Fast.
Before I could even blink, he pinned me to the sofa, one hand on the cushion beside my head, the other on my waist, his body hovering over mine like he owned the entire moment.
"Keifer!" I yelped, mostly because of how fast he moved… and partly because my heart jumped straight into my throat.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting with that dangerous, playful mischief that always meant trouble.
"You said you wanted to be the mother of my children," he murmured. "And my wife."
"Keifer—" I started, already feeling my face heat up.
But he didn't let me finish.
He leaned down and kissed me, quick but deep enough to steal the rest of my words. When he pulled back, he was smirking like he'd won something.
"Wifey," he said softly, brushing his thumb along my jaw, "if you want a kid, then we should work hard."
My eyes widened. "Keifer—"
"Maybe something like this morning," he added, voice low and teasing.
I shoved his shoulder lightly. "Stop."
He laughed under his breath, leaning closer until our noses almost touched.
"My heart did a full somersault."
"So I already have a name for our future son," he said casually, like he was talking about the weather.
I sat up so fast I almost got dizzy. "How do you know it's gonna be a boy?"
He didn't even blink.
"Because of the position we—"
"KEIFER."
He immediately shut up, but only because he was too busy laying his head on my lap like a smug cat.
I smacked his shoulder lightly. "You're unbelievable."
He grinned up at me, completely unbothered. "Since my name is a verb — keeper — I want his name to rhyme with mine. So… Watcher."
I stared at him.
Then it hit me.
And I burst out laughing.
Not a cute laugh.
A full, uncontrollable, stomach‑hurting laugh.
"Jay, stop laughing," he said, sitting up a little, clearly offended.
I laughed harder.
"Stop laughing," he repeated, this time putting his fingers over my lips like that would magically shut me up.
It worked for exactly one second.
He took a breath, all serious.
"If we were to have a daughter — which I don't mind having — I would name her Caretaker."
I stared at him.
Then I exploded.
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I actually had to hold the sofa for support.
"KEIFER," I wheezed. "STOP. PLEASE. I CAN'T—"
He frowned like I was the unreasonable one.
"What? It matches. Caretaker and Watcher."
"That's not a NAME," I cried, wiping tears from my eyes. "That's… that's a CCTV camera."
He glared. "You're rude."
"You're insane!"
He crossed his arms, pouting like a five‑year‑old. "It's unique."
"It's terrible," I said, still laughing, wiping tears from my eyes.
Keifer huffed. "Fine, what are your names then?"
I tried to breathe, still half‑choking on laughter. "I don't have any names for now, but trust me—" I pointed at him, still giggling, "it won't be Caretaker or Watcher."
He stared at me like I'd personally offended his ancestors.
"My names are meaningful," he said, offended.
"They sound like job positions," I shot back.
He gasped. "They rhyme with mine!"
"That's the problem!" I said, laughing again.
Then he looked up at me, still resting his head on my lap, his hand coming up to gently touch my cheek. His thumb brushed my skin like he was memorizing the moment.
"I like this," he said softly. "You laughing for me."
My breath caught a little
I felt my smile soften, the laughter fading into something warmer.
"You know…" he murmured, eyes on our hands, "I like this. We could grow old like this."
Something in my chest tightened — not in a scary way, but in that oh no, I'm falling harder than I planned way.
"Hmm," I said, because anything more would've come out shaky.
"I'm telling everyone your my girlfriend now" Keifer asked about to grab his phone
I put my hand on his chest, stopping him before he could say anything else.
"We just started to date," I told him, trying to sound firm even though my voice wobbled a little. "Let's take it slow."
Keifer blinked at me once.
Then twice.
Then he tilted his head like I was the confusing one.
"Jay," he said, voice low, "do you remember what we did this afternoon?"
I froze.
"That's not slow."
My face heated instantly. "Keifer—"
He leaned back a little, smirking like he'd just won a debate he started in his own head.
"You're the one who said slow," he said, tapping my knee lightly. "But you're also the one who—"
"STOP," I cut him off, covering his mouth with my hand before he could finish that sentence.
He laughed against my palm, eyes crinkling in that way that always made my chest feel too full.
"We will tell everyone after the festive," I said, finally pulling my hand away.
Keifer nodded immediately, like he'd been waiting for me to say that.
Then he leaned in and kissed me — soft, quick, but enough to make my stomach flip again.
"Let's practice tennis now," he said, already standing up like he hadn't just pinned me to the sofa two minutes ago.
I nodded, trying to act normal even though my heart was still doing gymnastics.
He offered me his hand, and when I took it, he pulled me up with that stupid gentle strength he pretends he doesn't have.
"Come on, wifey," he teased under his breath.
I smacked his arm. "Stop calling me that."
He smirked. "You like it."
I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my face betrayed me.