[Time Skip: Three Months Later]
Jay's POV
My baby bump had grown so much that it looked like I was six months pregnant, even though I was only four months along.
That afternoon, I was cleaning Keifer's office. I tidied the shelves, wiped the desk, and without thinking much, I threw one document into the dustbin. After finishing, I went to the kitchen to make dinner.
A few minutes later, I heard Keifer calling my name.
I went to his office.
All the papers were scattered across the floor.
"Jay, did you see one of my documents?" he roared.
My heart skipped. Suddenly, I remembered.
I had thrown it away.
"Ahh… I thought it was of no use, so I threw it in the dustbin," I said, stammering.
He glared at me and strode toward me, his face dark with rage.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he shouted.
Tears formed in my eyes. I had never seen him this angry before.
"Don't you know how to read before throwing something away? Ask me first! Do you even know how important that file is?" he yelled.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He grabbed my wrist tightly.
"Do you know how important that is?" he gritted through clenched teeth.
My wrist throbbed in pain from his grip.
"Keifer… it's hurting," I murmured, my voice shaking as tears continued to fall.
"It's meant to," he said coldly, tightening his grip even more.
My wrist burned with pain.
Then he suddenly jerked his hand away and stormed out of the room.
I looked down at my wrist. It was red.
My tears fell like a waterfall as I collapsed onto the sofa, hugging my knees. I cried for a long time, until my chest hurt and my eyes felt swollen.
After some time, I forced myself to calm down—for my little one, who was growing inside my bump.
I stepped outside to check, but Keifer had already left.
Quietly, I went to the dustbin.
Thank God—I hadn't destroyed that fucking file.
I took my laptop and went to the guest room. I knew he would only go to the bedroom after coming back, so I locked the guest room door behind me.
I opened that file and started typing on my laptop.
After some time, I finished it.
I used the printing machine and printed all the papers. After that, I went to the office room and cleaned the scattered papers from the ground, placing them neatly on the table.
I put that fucking piece of file on his table, then went to take the first-aid kit.
I applied some antiseptic liquid on my wrist, bandaged it properly, and quietly went to the guest room and slept.
Keifer's POV:
Fuck.
Fuck, I messed up. I completely lost my temper and showed it on Jay.
I am fucking regretting everything I did—for a fucking piece of file. I hurt my Jay, who trusted me, and now I've hurt her badly. I hurt a pregnant woman—my wife—and my little one who is living inside her bump.
I am such an idiot.
After some time at the bar, I went back home. All the lights were off. It looked like she was asleep. I went to my office room—the room I had messed up in, the place where I hurt my Jay.
But everything was clean.
The scattered papers were gone. The room was neat. And on the table… there was a file.
I picked it up.
It was that fucking piece of file.
It looked like Jay had done all this.
I went to our bedroom, but she wasn't there. My heart started racing. Did she leave? Did she go to the Philippines because of what I did?
No.
No, I can't lose her.
I searched every room in the house. When I reached the guest room, I noticed the door was locked.
"Jay," I said softly, standing there, feeling like she was inside. If I knocked, she would open the door—and she would be angry. I didn't have the courage to face that.
So I went back to our bedroom and lay down.
I missed her.
I missed the way she rested her head on my chest, the way my hand would rest on her bump—where our little one is living.
I messed up.
No matter what, I will beg for her forgiveness.
And with that thought, I drifted to sleep.
Jay's POV:
Sunrise filtered softly through the curtains. I woke up—and Keifer wasn't beside me.
I freshened up, unlocked the door, and walked toward the kitchen. I was so hungry. As I entered, I saw Keifer making breakfast. When he noticed me, he smiled.
"Good morning, babe. Just wait two minutes—I'm making breakfast," he said.
His eyes fell on my bandaged wrist.
The smile on his face vanished for a second. He looked at me again and forced a smile, but I didn't react. I said nothing.
I went straight to the fridge, took some fruits, and walked back to the guest room, locking the door behind me.
After some time, I heard a knock on the door. I didn't open it.
Then I heard the soft clink of glass.
I opened the door slightly and saw pancakes 🥞 and waffles 🧇 placed there… along with a letter ✉️.
I didn't take it.
I closed the door again and went back to sleep.
Keifer's POV:
I woke up early, determined to ask for her forgiveness. I was making breakfast for her—her favourite pancakes and waffles.
I heard footsteps and turned around. She was standing there.
I smiled.
"Good morning, babe. Just wait two minutes—I'm making breakfast," I said.
Then I saw her wrist.
Bandaged.
I did that. I fucking hurt my Jay—my wife—for a fucking piece of file.
I looked at her again and forced a smile, but she didn't react. She went to the fridge, took some fruits, and walked away to the guest room.
Because of me… she was acting like this.
After finishing the pancakes and waffles, I took a paper and started writing.
"I know I messed up.
But please, Jay, talk to me.
I am telling you—this is my promise. I won't repeat it again.
Jay, please… please talk to me.
If you don't, don't think that I'm going to stop begging for your forgiveness.
No matter what, I will keep asking until you forgive me.
Please eat it—not for me, not for you… but for our little one."
I folded the letter, placed it on the tray, took a deep breath, and left it outside her door.
Moments later, I heard the soft sound of the door opening… and then closing again.
I sighed and went to my office room to focus on some work.
Jay's POV:
After some time, I woke up and went to the kitchen. I made some spaghetti and meatballs 🍝🍅. Once it was ready, I sat on the sofa and started eating.
After finishing, I went to the laundry room 🧺 and began loading the clothes into the washing machine.
That's when I heard footsteps.
It was Keifer.
He hugged me gently from behind and whispered,
"The spaghetti was so good,"
his tone making it obvious he had eaten it.
Then he said softly,
"Jay… I am really sorry. I didn't mean to do it."
I didn't respond.
Without saying another word, he helped me with the laundry 🧺.
I walked toward the wardrobe to change my clothes. He followed me.
I sighed and turned to him.
"What do you want?" I asked in a cold voice.
He smiled.
"You."
I didn't react—but my cheeks betrayed me, turning pink. He smirked.
I went to the towel shelf and took one. I needed a bath 🚿 to cool down.
He was still following me.
I walked to the guest room and entered the bathroom. From outside, he called out teasingly,
"Don't you wanna join me?"
My cheeks turned red.
After some time, I came out wearing his oversized T-shirt 👕. It was so big on me that it fell softly against my thighs.
Keifer's POV:
I was in the guest room, waiting for Jay.
Then she walked in.
She was wearing my oversized shirt 👕. The fabric brushed against her mid-thighs, and her baby bump looked so grown. I didn't know why, but it felt bigger than it should be—only four months, yet it looked closer to seven.
I couldn't stop staring.
She caught me.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice cold.
Was that even a question?
I was in my own house—so what?
I simply smiled.
Her reaction? None.
Ugh. This was so irritating.
She wasn't talking to me at all.
I stepped outside the room and pulled out my phone. If anyone knew Jay better than me, it was Cin—her kid brother. So I called him.
"Hey, Cin," I said. "What are Jay's favourites?"
"What do you mean by favourites?" he asked, yawning.
"Like… her favourite stuff," I replied.
He hummed for a moment.
"Snorlax. And Harry Potter."
That's it.
I cut the call immediately.
Without wasting time, I went straight to the toy shop and bought everything—Snorlax plushies, Harry Potter merch, anything I could find. I took all of it back home and filled the room with it.
If she wouldn't talk to me…
Then I'd make her smile first.
I put everything in the room and then went to Jay. She was sitting in the living room, watching TV.
"Jay, can I talk to you?" I asked.
"You're already talking," she replied, not even glancing at me.
"I want to show you something," I said.
"I'm busy," she answered.
"But you're watching TV, na," I said softly.
"That's why I'm busy," she replied.
God—she was making this so difficult.
I went near her feet and crouched down.
"Jay, please… I'm begging you. Please come with me," I said, shaking her feet gently, making my best puppy eyes 😭.
"Ahh! You're so irritating," she said—but I didn't let go of her legs.
"Please, please," I begged again 🥺.
She sighed.
"Ahh, fine."
My face lit up instantly.
"Huh, really?" I asked.
"Huh. No fake," she replied.
I smiled widely and gently blindfolded her.
"Eh! What are you doing, Keif?" she asked.
God—whenever she says my name like that, it sounds so cute.
"Don't worry," I said softly, leading her toward the room I had arranged.
I stopped her, opened the cloth covering the door, and said,
"Surprise."
She turned around and gasped.
"Are you out of your mind, Keif?" she shouted.
Even when she shouted, the way my name came from her mouth sounded adorable.
"Don't you like it?" I asked nervously.
"I liked it—but how much money did you spend on this, Keif?" she asked sharply.
If I told her the truth—
All $800—she would definitely kill me.
"Whatever," I said lightly. "You liked it, na?"
Her eyes softened.
Without saying anything else, she walked out of the room, went to the juice pantry, and came back with her favourite juice 🧃. She sat on the sofa and drank it quietly.
Jay's POV:
I loved that room.
He really did put in so much effort for me. I think… I'm going to forgive him.
➡️ For now.
I'm just going to talk to him.
Suddenly, my stomach growled. I was so hungry—and craving ramen 🍜.
I went to the ramen pantry. Good thing he made one. I think he noticed me because now he was following me.
I took two packets and went to the kitchen, starting to cook 🍲.
After some time, it was ready.
And this shameless guy was just staring at me—like I was his most precious thing.
"Don't you want to eat?" I asked him.
He grinned, walked closer, and leaned in.
"I want to eat you," he said playfully, his voice low and teasing.
My cheeks instantly burned.
I scoffed, turned away, went to the fridge, snatched an ice-cream tub, and sat on the sofa. He came with his plate and sat beside me. I shot him a glare—he only grinned wider.
I started eating my ramen… with ice cream.
"Jay, don't eat like that," he said softly, caressing my bump.
"But that's what your baby wants," I replied stubbornly.
He leaned closer.
"You know… you were also involved in that process," he said with a smirk.
He gently licked the bit of ice cream stuck on my lips.
My cheeks burned so much I felt like someone could cook on them. I pushed him away, embarrassed, and continued eating.
After I finished, I stood up to take the plates.
"Don't worry, babe," he said gently. "I'll clean everything and put the plates in the dishwasher."
I nodded.
When he was done, he returned with a mug and handed it to me.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Hot chocolate—for my chocolate," he said softly.
My face turned crimson.
I drank it quietly. Soon after, we both went to our bedroom. I lay down on the bed, and he lay beside me, resting his hand on my bump.
"Jay… I'm really sorry," he whispered.
"I truly didn't mean it. I promise I'll never do that again. Please… please don't shut me out like that again."
He kissed my bump gently.
"I'm giving you one chance, Keifer," I said calmly.
He nodded immediately, smiling.
"I promise you, babe."
He kissed my forehead, then my bump again.
And slowly… we drifted to sleep 💤
To be continued...