Jay's POV]
If the first month was about the shock of the news, the second month was when the "Baby Watson" reality truly began to override the system. My body was no longer my own; it had been hijacked by a tiny, high-priority occupant who apparently had a very specific—and very demanding—list of requirements.
The "Glow" had shifted. It wasn't just a soft hum anymore; it was a radiant, shimmering energy that seemed to make my skin translucent. But with that beauty came the Glitch.
The 3:00 AM Crisis
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The mansion was silent, and Keifer was sound asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist in his usual "Possessive Hubby" lock.
Suddenly, my eyes snapped open. The "System" wasn't just hungry; it was demanding a very specific set of data.
"Keif..." I whispered, poking his shoulder. "Hubby. Wake up. Emergency."
In a split second, he was sitting bolt upright, his hand reaching for the panic button on the nightstand, his blue eyes cold and sharp. "Analysis? Is it a cramp? Is the perimeter breached? Jay, talk to me."
"I need mangoes," I said, my voice dead serious. "Fresh, Alphonso mangoes. And... spicy shrimp crackers. Not the ones from the pantry. The ones from the little market near the old office."
Keifer blinked, his "CEO" brain trying to process the request. "It's three in the morning, Wiefy. The markets won't open for four hours."
"The baby says they're open now," I whispered, my lip trembling just a fraction.
The CEO Command
Keifer didn't even hesitate. He reached for his phone. "This is Watson. I need a courier at the 24-hour international terminal. Find me a crate of Alphonso mangoes—air-freight them if you have to. And send a security detail to that 24-hour convenience store in the South District for shrimp crackers. Yes, now. 1,000% bonus if you're back in twenty minutes."
He hung up and pulled me back into his chest, rubbing my stomach. "The logistics are handled. Just stay online for twenty more minutes, Wiefy."
The Morning "Glow" Monitoring
By 10:00 AM, the kitchen was a flurry of activity. Mamma Serina was supervising the "Phase 2" breakfast.
"Second month is when the bones start to strengthen," Mamma said, handing me a glass of milk with a special calcium supplement. "And Keifer, stop staring at her like she's a fragile glass sculpture. She's an Empress."
"I am monitoring the variables, Mamma," Keifer replied, not looking away from me. He was currently sitting at the head of the table, but instead of his laptop, he was reading a book titled The CEO's Guide to Early Childhood Development.
Keiran came running in, skidding to a halt on the non-slip floors Keigan had installed. "Ate Jay! I felt the baby! Well, I felt the mangoes you ate! Does the baby like spicy crackers? Because I made a list of spicy foods they should try so they grow up to be brave!"
"The baby is currently the size of a raspberry, Keiran," Keigan said, walking in and checking the air filtration display on the wall. "Their spice tolerance is currently 0%. Stop trying to 'train' the fetus."
The Doctor's Note (Ci N)
Later that week, Ci N stopped by the mansion for a "social" check-up. He didn't bring his white coat, just his stethoscope and a bag of my favorite snacks (which he hid from Mamma Serina's "strictly organic" eyes).
"The 'Brother' report?" Keifer asked, standing at the door of the sunroom like a gargoyle.
Ci N laughed, checking my blood pressure. "She's perfect, Keifer. The second month is the most volatile for mood swings and cravings, but the 'Little Watson' is holding the line. Heartbeat is 100% steady."
He looked at me and whispered, "He's still being a helicopter, isn't he?"
"He's a drone, a helicopter, and a satellite all in one," I whispered back, giggling as Keifer narrowed his eyes at us.
The Nightly "Sync"
As the second month drew to a close, Keifer took me out to the balcony. The city lights were spread out before us, but his world was narrowed down to me. He stood behind me, his hands splayed over my stomach, where a tiny, barely-visible bump was beginning to form.
"Two months," he murmured, his voice thick with a tenderness he only showed to me. "The 'Project' is 22% complete. I've already secured the zoning permits for the private school campus I'm building."
"Keifer! The baby is a raspberry! We don't need a school campus yet!"
"I don't play for the short term, Wiefy," he whispered, turning me around to kiss my forehead. "I play for the legacy. And you and this baby... you are the 1,000% Constant of my life."