Morning light spilled softly through the tall windows of the Watson house.
The scent of fresh flowers and brewed coffee filled the air.
Birds chirped outside, but inside… the house felt alive in a new way.
Jay stirred in Keifer's arms, still wrapped against his chest.
He was awake before her, eyes half-lidded, watching her with that familiar, soft intensity.
Her hair was tousled from sleep, her cheeks slightly pink, and her lips curved into a sleepy smile.
"Good morning," Keifer murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Jay yawned, snuggling closer.
"Morning," she whispered, voice still husky from sleep.
Her fingers traced patterns on his chest, playful and lazy.
Serina walked past the living room and paused at the doorway, noticing the two of them curled together.
Her eyes softened, and a small smile touched her lips.
"Looks like someone finally found their peace," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb them.
Keizer came behind her, sipping coffee, and his expression mirrored hers—warm, relieved, happy.
"You two… good to see you both at ease," he said, voice low but cheerful.
Jay lifted her head and smiled at them, her hand squeezing Keifer's.
"Morning," she said softly.
Keifer kissed the top of her head.
"Morning," he replied, voice low, protective, full of quiet joy.
"Looks like home feels like… home again."
Jay laughed softly, burying her face back into his chest.
"Yeah… with you, it always does," she whispered.
Outside, the world went on.
Inside, the Watson house held warmth, laughter, and love again.
And for the first time in months…
Keifer, Jay, Serina, and Keizer felt that fragile, perfect happiness settle fully over them.
The morning stretched lazily ahead, filled with soft touches, quiet conversations, and a sense that nothing—not even the chaos of the past—could take this peace away.