[Jay's POV]
The fifth month didn't arrive with a whisper; it arrived with a total emotional system override. The "Peach" was now the size of a large mango, and apparently, that mango was currently pulling all the levers in my brain.
The "Glow" was still there, but it was flickering like a neon sign in a storm. My hormones had decided that "logic" was a defunct software, and I had become a living, breathing emotional rollercoaster. One second I was the Empress of the Watson Empire; the next, I was crying because a cloud looked "too lonely."
The Morning Glitch: The "Wrong" Shirt
It started at 8:00 AM. I was standing in the walk-in closet, staring at the row of bespoke maternity dresses Keifer had commissioned.
Keifer walked in, looking sharp in a charcoal suit, smelling like sandalwood and power. "Good morning, Wiefy. Analysis? The car is ready for the—"
He stopped. I was standing there, clutching one of his old, worn-out gym t-shirts, and I was sobbing. Not just a little—full, shoulder-shaking tears.
"Jay!" He was across the room in a second, his hands on my shoulders, his eyes scanning for a physical injury. "Is it a cramp? Did the Powerhouse kick too hard? Talk to me!"
"It... it smells like you," I sobbed, burying my face in the cotton. "But it's in the hamper. Why would you put a shirt that smells like you in the hamper? Do you want to hide your scent from me? Are you... are you tired of the system?!"
Keifer blinked. I saw his CEO-brain trying to find a logical path through that sentence and failing miserably. "Wiefy... it's a dirty shirt. I have fifty clean ones. I'll wear the dirty one right now if it stabilizes your vitals."
"No!" I wailed. "Now I'm making you wear dirty clothes! I'm a terrible Empress!"
The Mid-Day "Tiger" Mode
By noon, the sadness had vanished, replaced by a fierce, protective fire. I was sitting in the garden with Mamma Serina and Keiran when a delivery drone flew a bit too low over the estate.
Usually, I'd ignore it. But today?
"Who authorized that flight path?!" I stood up, my hand protectively over my bump, my eyes flashing with a light that made the security guards step back. "That noise is bothering the baby! Keigan! Hack that thing and bring it down!"
Keigan, who was sitting nearby, looked up from his laptop. "Jay, it's a grocery delivery for the neighbor. It's 50 meters away."
"I don't care!" I snapped, feeling a surge of "Empress Power" that was 1,000% irrational. "The baby needs silence! Hubby! Tell them to buy the air-rights!"
Keifer, who had been watching from the balcony, didn't even argue. He just tapped his watch. "Consider it done, Jay. I'm buying the neighboring estate. The flight path is now closed."
I sat back down, suddenly feeling very proud, then immediately felt guilty and started crying again because I'd been "mean" to the drone.
The Family's "Mood" Protocol
The family had clearly been briefed by Ci N on how to handle the fifth-month shift.
Pappa Keizer: If I looked even slightly sad, he would immediately start telling me how much the Watson stock had grown. "Money can't buy happiness, Jay, but look at these margins—doesn't that make you feel 10% better?"
Keiran: He became a professional "mood-lifter." He'd perform little magic tricks or bring me pictures he drew of the baby wearing a crown. "Don't cry, Ate Jay! If you cry, the baby thinks it's raining inside!"
Ci N: He stopped by for a check-up and just laughed when I told him I cried because my toast was "too square." "It's the software integration, Jay. The baby's personality is starting to bleed into yours. Clearly, the heir is a bit of a drama queen/king."
The Nightly "Sync"
By the time the sun set, I was exhausted from my own emotions. I was curled up on the sofa in our suite, feeling like a total mess. Keifer walked in, having spent the day actually buying the neighbor's house just to stop a drone.
He sat down and pulled me into his lap, ignoring the fact that I was currently pouting.
"Hubby," I whispered, hiding my face in his neck. "I'm sorry I'm so glitchy today. I know I'm being difficult."
Keifer tilted my chin up, his blue eyes filled with a tenderness that was so intense it made my heart ache. "Analysis, Wiefy: You are carrying a Powerhouse. Your system is rerouting 90% of its energy to build a life. If you want to cry because of a shirt or declare war on a drone, that is your prerogative."
He pressed a kiss to my bump, then to my lips. "I'm the CEO of this empire, but I'm the Hubby of this room. And in this room, your mood is the only market trend I care about. 100%."
I smiled, finally feeling the "Glow" stabilize. "I love you, Keif."
"I know," he murmured, pulling the blanket over us. "Now, would you like me to fire the person who made your toast square this morning, or are we over that?"
"We're over it," I giggled. "For now."
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