Jay-Jay (POV)
Being pregnant basically makes you royalty.
I mean—
You can just sit there, and suddenly everything appears in front of you.
"Hubby, I can't reach the remote," I said dramatically from the couch.
Without even questioning it, Kiefer picked it up and handed it to me.
A few minutes later—
"Hubby… I want something sweet."
And somehow this man returned with ice cream like he was summoned by destiny itself.
Honestly?
Pregnancy was amazing.
But then he suddenly came back again, carrying a bucket of warm water, and placed it near my feet before sitting down in front of me.
I blinked in confusion.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Taking care of my wife," he answered casually while gently lifting my legs onto his lap.
"Kiefer…" I muttered softly.
"Jay," he said seriously, "the doctor said pregnancy can make your legs swollen and painful. It'll become harder for you to walk properly later."
And before I could argue—
He started massaging my legs carefully.
Slowly.
Patiently.
Even my wrists.
The warmth from his hands immediately relaxed my whole body.
Then later, he brought coconut oil and gently applied it to my stomach.
When I asked why, he calmly answered,
"It helps with stretch marks."
I stared at him quietly after that.
Because this terrifying man—
The same man the world feared—
I was sitting here researching stretch marks for me.
That night, I woke up and realized Kiefer wasn't beside me.
Still sleepy, I walked quietly through the hallway until I noticed light spilling out from his study room.
And there he was.
Sitting on the couch with his head resting against the back, fast asleep.
"Why is he sleeping here…?" I whispered.
I walked closer to him, careful not to wake him.
That's when I noticed the book still clutched tightly in his hand.
Gently, I took it from his fingers and looked at the title.
"How to Take Care of Your Pregnant Wife."
I froze.
My eyes slowly lifted toward the table beside him.
Books.
Papers.
Files.
Everything was scattered there like he had spent the entire night working.
I stepped closer and realized they were filled with records about me.
My daily health.
What I ate.
How long did I sleep?
What time do I wake up?
The medicines I took.
How many times have I felt nauseous?
Even small notes about the food I liked and the things I avoided recently.
My throat tightened.
There were pages filled with his handwriting.
Messy.
Rushed.
But be careful at the same time.
Like every little detail about me mattered more than anything else in the world.
Then I noticed another file beside it.
It was for the baby.
The dates of every kick.
The times the baby reacted to his voice.
What songs calmed him down?
What foods made him move more?
My chest tightened painfully.
This man was truly trying his hardest.
Quietly.
Without asking for praise.
Without letting me see most of it.
My chest hurt so much from love that I could barely breathe.
I teased him, but here he was working himself to exhaustion.
"This gago…" I whispered, smiling softly.
I walked to the room and grabbed a blanket before coming back to him. Carefully, I removed his glass so he could sleep comfortably. With glasses, he looked handsome… but without them, my man looked even sexier with his messy hair.
I cleaned everything up and sat beside him on the small sofa, gently cuddling against him. The space was tiny, but I adjusted myself just to hold him close without waking him.
The moment I pulled him into my arms, his own arms wrapped around me automatically.
"Jay…" he murmured in his sleep.
Even asleep, he never forgot my warmth.
My chest tightened at that.
How deeply did this man love me for his body to search for me even while sleeping?
Like holding me had already become his instinct.
I pulled the blanket over us, brushed his messy hair back, and kissed his forehead softly.
"You're driving me crazy, hubby," I whispered before kissing him again.
I stayed there just watching him sleep.
He looked so peaceful… like a baby finally getting rest.
He must've been exhausted from carrying everything on his shoulders—taking care of things outside the family, Watson, Elder… everyone depended on him. And somehow, I became the only place where he could finally let go and rest.
That's why I would never complain to him.
Slowly, I traced my fingers over his face, memorizing every feature.
Never add more weight to what he already carries.
Because I never wanted him to worry more than he already did.
My gaze drifted to his closed eyes, and I smiled softly.
I really loved Kiefer's eyes.
Every time I looked into them, it felt like the whole world disappeared like fog fading into nothing. His eyes always pulled me in without effort… deep, intense, impossible to escape.
And whenever he looked at me, it was always the same.
Like I was the only thing existing in his world.
That look alone was enough to make my knees weak and send my heartbeat completely out of control.
How could someone drive me this crazy?
Even when he kept saying, "I'm yours," I still could never get enough of him.
Maybe that's what loving someone truly means.
A never-ending feeling.
No matter how much you have them, no matter how much love they give you, you still crave more of them every single day.
Like the ocean reaching endlessly for the moon.
It looks so close reflected on the water… yet it can never truly touch it.
Still, the ocean keeps trying.
And the people watching it never grow tired of the sight, no matter how many times they see it.
That was how Kiefer felt to me.
No matter how much time passed…
I would still want more.
I leaned down slowly and kissed his eyes gently before resting my forehead against his
How could he look this cute while sleeping… yet become so dangerously flirty the second he opened his eyes?
I leaned down and kissed his lips softly.
The night passed quietly with my husband in my arms while I stole little kisses from him as he slept.
And somewhere between holding him and loving him silently…
I fell asleep too.
—
When I opened my eyes again, we were already in the bedroom.
Kiefer was holding me tightly in his arms as if he never planned to let go.
I moved even closer, burying my face against his neck before falling back asleep while cuddling him tighter.
As time passed, I slowly started noticing changes in my body.
But not even once did I feel insecure that Kiefer would look at me differently.
Because every single day, he treated me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"You're the most beautiful wife," he always said while holding my face gently.
"And you're going to be a beautiful mother too."
Sometimes I didn't even do anything all day except fall asleep everywhere.
On the couch.
At the dining table.
Once, even while waiting for him.
But no matter where I fell asleep, I always woke up in Kiefer's arms.
Like he had silently carried me back without waking me.
I didn't even brush my hair properly anymore, but he always sat behind me and brushed it carefully himself.
Sometimes he even bribed me.
"Come on, Jay," he would say softly while fixing my messy hair. "I need practice for when we have a baby girl in the future."
I would stare at him in disbelief every single time.
I hadn't even given birth to one child yet, and he was already making plans for another one.
But honestly…
I didn't hate the idea.
I had six brothers.
Kiefer had two.
Maybe… at least three kids wouldn't be so bad.
Still, I never told him that.
Because if I did, he would definitely start picking random baby names again.
And somehow, he always chose the weirdest ones with complete confidence.
Little by little, my dresses started becoming tighter and more uncomfortable.
And honestly?
I was done suffering.
So I walked straight into Kiefer's closet and grabbed one of his shirts.
The moment I wore it, I practically drowned in it.
If I tried wearing his pants too, I would probably trip every three seconds and die dramatically on the floor.
But somehow…
No matter how many clothes existed in the world, nothing felt more comfortable than wearing your husband's shirt.
It smelled like him, too.
Clean.
Warm.
Comforting.
Like Kiefer.
I secretly loved it.
So naturally, I walked out wearing only his oversized shirt proudly.
The second Kiefer looked up and saw me—
He smiled immediately.
Suspiciously.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied calmly.
"I'm just enjoying the view."
I narrowed my eyes at him while he slowly walked closer.
"Kiefer," I complained, "I can't wear my dresses anymore." They're too tight."
"Hm," he hummed while looking me up and down shamelessly. "So you decided to wear mine instead?"
"What? You got a problem with that?" I was challenged immediately.
He walked closer until he was standing right in front of me before gently fixing the sleeve that had slipped past my hand.
"Why would I?" he asked softly.
"You can wear anything you want."
His hands slid slowly to my waist, pulling me closer against him carefully.
"Everything that's mine is yours…" he murmured while looking straight into my eyes.
"Even me."
My heartbeat instantly lost control.
This man…
How could he say things like that so naturally?
I tried to look away, but Kiefer only tilted his head slightly, forcing me to look back at him.
And there it was again.
That look.
Like I was the center of his entire world.
"You're staring again," I mumbled weakly.
"Can you blame me?" he whispered with the smallest smile. "My wife is wearing my clothes while carrying my baby. You expect me to act normal?"
Then suddenly, he lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the dining table before setting me down carefully in the chair.
A plate was pushed in front of me immediately.
"Eat," he said firmly.
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
"Why do you sound like that?"
Kiefer leaned slightly closer.
"Eat, Jay…" His voice dropped lower. "Before I decide to eat you instead."
My entire face turned burning hot instantly.
Without another word, I shoved food into my mouth so fast I forgot chewing existed.
"Jay," Kiefer sighed.
"Chew."
I slowly looked up at him.
He was sitting across from me now, his chin resting lazily against his hand while staring at me with eyes intense enough to make my heartbeat lose control.
Meanwhile, I sat there aggressively chewing rice as if my life depended on it.
"I am chewing," I argued.
"No, you're not," he replied immediately.
And right after saying that—
I choked.
My eyes widened while I was suddenly coughing.
"Jay." Kiefer instantly stood up, moved beside me, and gently tapped my back while helping me drink water.
After I finally calmed down, he sighed deeply as I had personally shortened his lifespan.
"Didn't I tell you to chew properly?" he scolded quietly.
I glared at him immediately.
"How can I when you're looking at me like you want to devour me?"
For a second, he actually looked stunned.
Then he laughed softly under his breath.
"Okay," he admitted calmly. "That part might be my fault."
He took the spoon from my hand before sitting beside me.
"But eat slowly."
Then he raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Or do you want me to feed you instead?"
I immediately pointed at him accusingly.
"I can feed myself. Just stop looking at me like…" I mumbled.
"Like what?" he asked innocently.
I looked away dramatically.
"…Like you knew."
"Hm," he hummed while blinking at me innocently.
I pointed my fork at him immediately.
"Kiefer… I'm going to kill you."
"Okay," he replied calmly while lifting both hands in surrender, looking completely unafraid for a man being threatened with a fork
After eating, I walked toward our room while still grumbling under my breath.
The moment I opened the closet, I froze.
It was filled with dresses.
Soft fabrics.
Loose, comfortable clothes.
I blinked in shock before turning around slowly.
"Kiefer… when did you buy all these?" I asked.
"It's been a week," he replied casually from behind me. "You just didn't notice."
I stared at him in disbelief.
"Then you should've said something when I started wearing your shirts," I complained immediately.
"Why would I?" he asked innocently.
Then a slow smirk appeared on his face.
"After seeing you look that adorable and sexy in my clothes?"
My face instantly burned.
"Gago," I muttered while trying not to smile.
He looked even more satisfied seeing my reaction.
The next morning, I walked out of the room and froze.
Kiefer was wearing the same shirt I wore yesterday.
I narrowed my eyes instantly.
"Why are you wearing that?"
"Because I like it," he answered casually.
"It still needs to be washed," I said in disbelief.
Instead of answering, he calmly grabbed the collar of his shirt and smelled it.
Then he looked at me seriously.
"Why would I wash it?" he asked. " When it smells like you. "
I stared at him for a full five seconds.
"Kiefer," I said slowly, "you're shameless."
"Thanks for the compliment," he replied immediately with a smug smirk.
"I was not complimenting you," I argued.
But before I could continue complaining, he suddenly stepped closer.
Then he kissed me softly.
My breath caught instantly.
His lips barely left mine before he whispered against them,
"But no one can beat the original."
And before my brain could even process what he meant, he leaned down and kissed the side of my neck gently.
A shiver ran through my entire body immediately.
My whole brain stopped functioning.
Completely.
Meanwhile, this shameless man looked way too satisfied with himself.
Then he casually walked away like he didn't just destroy my remaining dignity.
The moment he disappeared, my knees gave up, and I dropped dramatically onto the couch while running both hands through my hair.
"This idiot…" I muttered weakly.
"He's seriously going to give me a heart attack one day."
As time slowly passed, I started gaining a little weight.
Very little.
I was sitting comfortably in Kiefer's lap while one of his hands held my wrist so gently, like even holding me required care.
Meanwhile, I was fully focused on Pokémon and eating chocolates while Kiefer just sat there looking at me with the softest smile on his face.
"You want some?" I asked before feeding him a piece.
But this idiot suddenly stole the chocolate straight from my mouth instead.
"Kiefer!" I complained immediately.
"Jay, it's bitter," he said calmly.
"Then why did you steal it?!" I whined.
Instead of answering, he unwrapped another chocolate and fed it to me himself.
This one tasted both bitter and sweet at the same time.
The room felt warm.
Quiet.
Almost romantic.
Until Kiefer completely ruined it.
"Jay," he said seriously while folding his arms, "you need to exercise."
Slowly, I turned away from the TV to stare at him.
Then I looked down at the chocolate in my hand.
"…What?" I asked in disbelief.
"The doctor said it's not good to gain too much weight too quickly," he explained calmly.
"It could make things harder during delivery."
But the moment he said that, his expression softened instantly.
"And I don't want anything happening to you or the baby."
I pouted immediately.
"Kiefer, I'm not even eating that much," I argued while taking another dramatic bite of chocolate.
"Hm. Really?" he asked quietly.
Then he slowly held up three empty chocolate wrappers from beside me.
Traitor.
I gasped in betrayal.
"This is unbelievable," I declared while still eating the chocolate in my hand.
"The moment men get what they want, suddenly we're not perfect anymore."
"Jay…" Kiefer sighed tiredly before standing up and walking toward me.
Then he gently held my face between his hands and made me look at him properly.
"Listen to me," he said quietly.
His eyes softened in a way that instantly weakened all my defenses.
"If something happens to you…" His voice lowered slightly, "What am I supposed to do?"
And unfairly enough—
This terrifying man was using puppy eyes on me.
Actual puppy eyes.
I stared at him in disbelief.
"You're cheating," I whispered weakly.
"No," he replied calmly while brushing his thumb against my cheek.
"I'm desperate."
That immediately destroyed me.
I dropped my head dramatically onto his chest.
"Fine," I grumbled. "I'll exercise."
The second I said that, he smiled as if he had just won the lottery.
Then suddenly—
"Good," he said.
And before I could recover—
"Starting tomorrow morning."
I froze.
Slowly, I lifted my head.
"…Tomorrow?"
I stared at him in betrayal.
How was I supposed to fight against that?
In the end, I reluctantly agreed to exercise.
Even though, honestly?
Fighting people and throwing kicks around sounded much easier than exercising while pregnant.
So there I was—
Doing pregnancy exercises while watching TV like my life depended on it.
Meanwhile, Kiefer sat nearby watching me like a strict personal trainer disguised as a billionaire.
Which was honestly annoying.
The moment he got a phone call, he walked a little farther away to answer it.
The second he disappeared—
I immediately gave up.
I dramatically let myself fall onto the sofa.
"I can't do this," I muttered weakly.
Right then, I heard someone clear their throat.
Slowly, I turned toward the sound.
Kiefer was leaning against the doorway while talking on the phone, one eyebrow raised at me suspiciously.
And without even stopping his conversation—
He pointed two fingers toward the floor, silently telling me to continue exercising.
I gasped in betrayal.
"I'm doing it, gago," I complained while forcing myself back up dramatically.
From the phone, I suddenly heard faint laughing sounds from whoever he was talking to.
Traitor.
Kiefer looked completely unashamed.
Meanwhile, I continued exercising while glaring at him the entire time.
"Never trust your husband when he uses puppy eyes," I muttered bitterly under my breath.
Apparently, Kiefer heard that.
He slowly pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at me.
"I heard that."
"And I meant it," I shot back immediately while struggling through another stretch.
"Kiefer…" I whined dramatically. "I can't do it alone. Give me company."
He stared at me for a second like he already knew I was trying to distract him.
But in the end, he sighed softly before walking toward me anyway.
"Fine."
A victorious smile instantly appeared on my face.
A few minutes later, both of us were sitting on the floor doing stretches together.
Honestly…
I never thought I would ever end up doing couple yoga in my life.
But surprisingly…
I kind of enjoyed doing it with Kiefer.
The second Kiefer touched my stomach gently to help support me during one of the stretches—
The baby kicked.
I froze instantly.
Kiefer looked down immediately while his hand stayed against my stomach.
Then another tiny kick came.
"Look at that," I complained dramatically. "Looks like he's enjoying this way too much."
Kiefer actually smiled softly at that.
"Jay," he said quietly, "he's cheering for you."
My heart melted a little hearing that.
Then he carefully helped me bend and stretch again while keeping one hand protectively around me the entire time.
—
The next day…
My body was completely sore.
I could barely walk properly.
Every step felt like betrayal.
Meanwhile, Kiefer was absolutely useless because he kept laughing every time he saw me moving around the house.
"Jay…" he called while trying not to laugh.
"You totally became a tortoise."
I gasped in offense.
"You animal," I complained while slowly walking toward him. "Come here."
The problem was—
I was walking so slowly that even my threat lost its power halfway.
Kiefer leaned against the counter, watching me struggle toward him with obvious amusement.
"Look at you," he teased softly. "So dangerous."
"I'm going to beat you up."
"Hm," he hummed calmly. "At that speed?"
I pointed at him accusingly.
"This is your fault."
"Really?" he asked with obvious amusement.
Immediately, I grabbed my leg dramatically and acted as if I had been hurt.
"Aah… Kiefer…" I whispered weakly like I were dying.
His expression changed instantly.
"Jay?" he called before quickly walking toward me. "What happened?"
The second he got close enough—
I grabbed his ear.
"YOU were saying something?" I asked sweetly.
"Kkh— Jay," he complained immediately, bending slightly because of me. "It hurts. Leave me."
"Nope."
"Jay…"
"You were laughing at me."
"Because you walk like a baby tortoise."
I narrowed my eyes and twisted his ear slightly more.
"Kiefer."
"Okay, okay," he said quickly while trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry."
"Say it properly."
"I'm sorry, my strong and terrifying wife."
"Hm."
"And you walk very beautifully."
"Better."
Then I finally let go of him.
The second I released his ear, Kiefer rubbed it dramatically while looking at me in betrayal.
"You're violent."
"You deserved it."
"You attacked an injured man."
I stared at him blankly.
"Injured?"
"My ear almost fell off."
I snorted immediately.
Before I could say anything else, Kiefer suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, carefully, and pulled me against him.
Then he rested his forehead against mine.
"But seriously," he murmured, "does your body hurt that much?"
His voice changed completely.
No teasing.
Just a concern.
My annoyance softened instantly.
"A little…" I admitted quietly.
The moment I said that, he gently rubbed my back.
"Come here," he whispered. "I'll take care of you."
—
The next morning, Kiefer left after kissing my forehead softly and reminding me at least five times to eat properly, drink water, and not walk around too much.
"I'll be back after I take care of some work," he said while fixing my hair gently.
Then, before leaving—
"Don't cause trouble."
I stared at him immediately.
"You say that like I'm the problem."
Kiefer only kissed my forehead again like he already knew the answer.
After he left, the house became unusually quiet.
I slowly walked into the hall while rubbing my eyes sleepily.
But the moment I stepped downstairs—
The front door opened.
And someone walked inside.
The second I recognized the person, my expression instantly changed.
"Why are you here?" I asked coldly.