Jay-Jay POV
We were still on the island, and it was almost time for us to go back.
I woke with a nauseous feeling twisting in my stomach. At first, I thought it was just the boat ride yesterday… until the wave hit me so hard I barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up.
My hands shook as I rinsed my mouth.
Keifer was downstairs making breakfast—humming, probably smirking, acting like the world was normal.
But my world wasn't normal.
Not today.
I walked back to our room slowly, every step heavier than the last. I went straight to the drawer where I hid it—the pregnancy kit I'd sneaked in earlier, just in case.
My fingers trembled as I pulled it out.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the box like it was a bomb.
My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear anything else.
What if…?
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath.
Downstairs, I heard Keifer's voice—soft, relaxed, completely unaware.
And here I was, holding something that could change everything.
I stared at the test, tears streaming down my face.
But this time, they weren't from fear.
They were from happiness.
I pressed the kit against my chest, laughing through the sobs.
My heart felt lighter than it had in years, like the world had cracked open and given me something I didn't even know I was ready for.
Positive.
The word no longer scared me—it filled me with warmth.
Downstairs, I could hear Keifer humming, pots clattering as he made breakfast like nothing had changed. But everything had.
I wiped my cheeks, smiling through the tears. "We're going to be okay," I whispered to myself. "We're going to be more than okay."
I went downstairs and saw Keifer at the stove, humming softly as he flipped something in the pan.
"Morning, baby," he said, walking over to me. He kissed my temples before going back to making breakfast like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I stood there for a moment, watching him, my heart twisting. He looked so calm, so sure, so Keifer. And here I was, holding a truth that could change everything.
The smell of toast and eggs filled the room, but all I could taste was the word echoing in my head—positive.
I smiled faintly, trying to steady myself. "Morning," I whispered back, my voice softer than I intended.
He glanced at me, brow raised. "You okay?"
I nodded quickly, though my heart was pounding. "Keif… I have to tell you something."
He turned fully toward me, eyes narrowing. "What happened?"
My hands shook as I held out the test results.
He took them, glanced down, and froze.
The smirk that always lingered on his lips disappeared.
His eyes widened, his breath caught, and for the first time in forever, Keifer looked… speechless.
I bit my lip, tears threatening again. "It's positive."
Silence stretched between us, heavy and endless.
He didn't move, didn't speak—just stared at the paper like it was rewriting his entire world.
"Keifer," I whispered, voice trembling. "Say something."
His jaw clenched, his eyes finally lifting to mine.
And in that moment, I couldn't tell if he was about to break… or about to hold me tighter than ever before.
Before I could even think, he crossed the room, scooped me up, and spun me around.
"I'm really gonna be a father?" he asked, his voice breaking with disbelief, eyes wide and shining.
I nodded, tears still clinging to my lashes.
His laugh burst out, raw and unrestrained, echoing through the room. He held me tighter, spinning me again like the world had just handed him the greatest gift.
"Jay‑Jay," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, "you don't know how much this means to me."
I smiled through my tears, clutching his shoulders. "I think I do."
For once, there was no teasing, no smirk, no battle for control. Just pure joy—his, mine, ours.
The island outside was paradise, but right here, in his arms, it felt like we had already found something better.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
8 months later
Jay‑Jay POV
We were finally home.
The island felt like a dream now, tucked away in memory, but reality was here—loud, messy, and beautiful.
I lowered myself carefully onto the couch, one hand instinctively resting on my belly.
Eight months.
I could feel every kick, every shift, every reminder that life was about to change forever.
Keifer hovered nearby, pretending to tidy up but really just watching me.
His shirt was half‑buttoned, his hair a mess, but his eyes never left me.
"You should rest," he said, voice softer than usual.
I smirked, leaning back against the cushions. "I am resting. You're the one pacing like a nervous father already."
He chuckled, sitting down beside me, his hand immediately finding mine. "I can't help it. Every time you wince, I think it's happening."
I rolled my eyes, though my heart warmed at his words. "Relax, Keif. We still have a few weeks."
He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. "A few weeks too long. I want to meet them now."
I smiled, tears pricking my eyes. "Me too."
The house was quiet, but inside me, everything was alive. And for the first time, home didn't feel empty—it felt full, overflowing with the promise of what was coming.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
JAY-JAY POV
The doctor's words still echoed in my head: a boy and a girl.
Kade and Kaylee.
Even saying their names felt surreal, like they were already here, waiting for us.
Keifer was in full nesting mode. He had dragged boxes into the nursery, muttering to himself as he tried to assemble the second crib. His hair stuck up in every direction, his shirt half‑buttoned, and yet he looked more determined than I'd ever seen him.
"Keif, you don't have to do everything today," I called from the rocking chair, one hand resting on my belly.
He shot me a look, hammer in hand. "Yes, I do. They're coming in a few weeks, Jay‑Jay. I want everything perfect."
I laughed softly. "You said that about the first crib, and then moved it three times."
He grinned sheepishly, then leaned over to kiss my forehead before going back to work. "This is different. Two babies. Double the chaos. Double the love."
I watched him fuss over the tiny clothes, folding them neatly and placing them in drawers labeled Kade and Kaylee. He held up a pair of matching onesies—one blue, one pink—and his eyes softened.
"Can you believe it?" he whispered, almost to himself. "We're going to have a son and a daughter."
My throat tightened. "I can believe it. I feel them every day."
He came over, kneeling beside me, his hand resting gently on my belly. The twins kicked, and his eyes lit up like he'd just witnessed magic.
"They know me," he said proudly.
"They're probably kicking because you're too loud," I teased, but my smile gave me away.
We spent the rest of the evening arranging the nursery together. Keifer insisted on hanging a mobile above each crib—stars for Kade, butterflies for Kaylee. He lined up stuffed animals along the shelves, then stood back, hands on his hips, surveying the room like a general preparing for battle.
I leaned against the doorway, tears pricking my eyes. "It's beautiful."
He turned to me, his expression softening. "No, Jay‑Jay. You're beautiful. This—" he gestured to the cribs, the clothes, the tiny shoes lined up in pairs "—this is just proof of how lucky I am."
I pressed my forehead against his chest, overwhelmed by the warmth of his words.
The house was quiet, but the nursery wasn't empty. It was alive, waiting, overflowing with love for two little worlds—Kade and Kaylee—who were about to change everything.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Jay‑Jay POV
The hospital room was a blur of voices, lights, and movement. My body felt heavy, exhausted, but my heart—my heart was racing faster than it ever had.
And then I heard it.
The first cry.
I turned my head, tears spilling instantly, as the nurse lifted a tiny boy into the air. Kade. His voice was small but fierce, like he was already announcing himself to the world.
Before I could even catch my breath, another cry followed—softer, sweeter. Kaylee. My daughter.
Two cries. Two lives. Two pieces of me and Keifer.
I sobbed, covering my face, overwhelmed by the sound of them.
Keifer was beside me, his hand gripping mine so tightly it almost hurt. His eyes were wide, shining, his lips trembling as he whispered, "Jay‑Jay… they're here. Our babies are here."
The nurse placed them in my arms, one on each side. Kade's tiny fist curled against my chest, Kaylee's little fingers brushed my skin. I looked down at them, my tears dripping onto their blankets, and for the first time, I felt whole.
Keifer leaned over, kissing my forehead, then brushing his lips against each of their heads. "I swear," he whispered, voice breaking, "I'll protect you all. Always."
I smiled through the tears, exhausted but glowing. "We don't need perfect, Keif. We just need us."
He laughed softly, pressing his forehead against mine. "Then we already have everything."
The room quieted, the chaos fading into a gentle hum. I held my son and daughter close, their warmth sinking into me, their cries softening into little breaths.
Kade and Kaylee.
Two little lights.
And just like that, the island, the waiting, the fear—it all felt like a prologue. Because this… this was the real beginning.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Jay‑Jay POV
Four years.
The island felt like another lifetime, the hospital like a dream. Now, reality was loud, messy, and beautiful in ways I never imagined.
Kade and Kaylee were four years old—tiny whirlwinds of energy who never seemed to stop moving. The house was no longer quiet; it was alive with laughter, shrieks, and the constant sound of little feet running across the floor.
"Mommy, look!" Kaylee shouted, holding up a crayon drawing that looked more like scribbles than anything else. Her curls bounced as she grinned, eyes shining with pride.
Kade wasn't far behind, clutching a toy car and zooming it across the couch, nearly knocking over the pillows I had just arranged. "Vroom! Daddy, look how fast!"
Keifer was in the kitchen, pretending to cook but really just watching them with that same soft smile he always wore. His hair was still messy, his shirt half‑buttoned—some things never changed.
"Jay‑Jay," he called, walking over with two plates of pancakes shaped like stars. "Breakfast for the champions."
The twins squealed, rushing to the table. Kaylee climbed into her chair, already reaching for syrup, while Kade tried to sneak a bite before sitting down.
I sat beside them, one hand resting on my cheek as I watched the chaos unfold. My heart swelled.
Keifer leaned down, kissing my temple. "Can you believe it? Four years already."
I smiled, eyes misting. "I can. Every day feels like proof."
The twins giggled, syrup dripping down their chins, pancakes half‑eaten but joy fully alive.
The house wasn't just full—it was overflowing. With love, with laughter, with the kind of chaos that made everything worth it.
And as I looked at Kade and Kaylee, I knew: this was the life we had dreamed of, the life we had built, the life we were living.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
💙🔥 Author's Note 🔥💙
Okay guys… this is it 😭💭
The book has officially come to an end.
I know I ended it kinda fast,
But honestly… I was kinda losing interest and I didn't wanna just leave it hanging forever 💀✨
Thank you sooo much for reading, commenting, and surviving all the chaos with me 💙🔥
You made this journey way more fun than I ever imagined 🤭💬