Chapter 92- Jairee Meet Your Siblings

Chapter 92- Jairee Meet Your Siblings
Faith's POV

WELCOME HOME BABY AMEER FRANCE, BABY AMELIA FRANCES, AND MOMMY FAITH!

That’s what was written on the big banner that greeted us when we arrived at the mansion. The household staff had prepared a small gathering, eager to see the twins.

“Austin really passes on his genes. The twins look exactly like him,” said Manang Elvie, her voice full of excitement.

“That’s why, Ma’am. You’re the one who carried them for nine months,” Rosie joked, followed by laughter.

“Whoever the baby looks like, that’s the one who enjoyed it the most while making the babies!” shouted a familiar voice from the kitchen.

I turned immediately. “A-Ate Elvie?!”

“Surprise!!” she exclaimed, as Kim came out from behind her.

“Kim!” I cried, rushing forward to hug her tightly, careful because I had just given birth.

When we released each other, I looked at Austin.

“She’ll take care of you, hon,” he said, guiding me. I rested my head on his chest and looked up at him. “Thank you,” I whispered. He responded with a kiss on my forehead.

The household staff carried the twins to the nursery first since they were still sound asleep. This also allowed everyone else to eat properly. Jairee, they said, had been sleeping peacefully since earlier.

When Rosie returned from upstairs, she immediately announced, “Ma’am, Jairee is awake, but she won’t come down. She says she wants to watch over her siblings.”

I smiled, my heart warming. I really missed Jairee, since I hadn’t seen her in person for three days. Video calls were our only connection while I was in the hospital. It was comforting to hear that she was already being protective of the twins.

I nodded and looked at Austin, feeling eager to see Jairee.

“Two Elvies in the mansion… how’s that going to work?” Ana began, clearly amused.

“Manang Elvie, the older version. That’s why, manang,” Rosie replied, causing everyone to laugh.

“Who’s old?!” Manang Elvie interjected, pretending to be angry but clearly smiling.

“Oh, Ate Elvie,” they said, pointing to the other Elvie, who just smiled and waved innocently, like a child caught in someone else’s mischief.

“Aha! You made me the senior citizen?” Manang Elvie complained, lightly hitting Rosie’s arm. “I don’t even take maintenance meds! But Elvie number 2 does.” Everyone laughed, including Ate Elvie, because it was true—she was on hypertension medication.

Everyone laughed, and even I held my stomach from laughing, trying to catch my breath because of my stitches. Austin just smiled, gently comforting me, lest he be forced to scold the household staff for my laughter. The gathering was joyful, full of laughter.

After eating, Austin and I agreed to go upstairs to see the babies.

Since my wound was still fresh, Austin didn’t allow me to climb the stairs. Before I could even say anything, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing. Honestly, I couldn’t have managed the stairs alone yet, as I still felt pain with every movement.

There was an elevator, but he refused.

“I want to carry you upstairs, hon,” he said, adjusting how he held me. “It’s my way of making up for the hard times during your pregnancy… when I wasn’t there.”

I couldn’t help but smile, despite the slight sting from my stitches. I pressed my face against his chest, hearing his heartbeat loud and clear.

“You’re spoiling me,” I whispered.

“I should have done it earlier,” he replied, almost a whisper.

With every careful step he took upstairs, I felt his caution and care.

When we reached the nursery, we found Ana soothing Jairee, who was crying.

“It’s because, baby, you look like mommy,” Ana said. Austin and I exchanged glances—we knew the child’s concern.

“Ma’am, sir, Jairee won’t calm down,” Ana said.

“Okay, Ana, we’ll handle it. You go eat, they’re waiting,” Austin said.

“All right,” she replied and left the room.

“Hey buddy,” Austin was the first to approach the child.

“Daddy… mommy…” she sniffled and hiccupped. I slowly sat on the bed, supported by Austin, and quickly hugged Jairee. I winced slightly as she touched my stitches.

“Sorry mommy, did I hurt you?” she asked with concern, letting go to check on me.

“It’s okay, anak. Just take it slow for now, alright?” I comforted her.

“Why is our kuya crying anyway?” Austin asked, holding Jairee and hugging her close. He kissed both her cheeks to calm her.

“Because… my siblings don’t look like me, Daddy. Why?” she asked innocently, frowning and full of concern.

Austin and I exchanged glances. I signaled that I would answer.

“Anak,” I said gently, taking Jairee’s hand, “in a family, not all children look the same. We are different sometimes. Like in our family, you inherited my looks, while Baby Ameer and Baby Amelia inherited Daddy’s looks.”

I wiped her tears. “So don’t be sad, okay? All of you are special… and you’re all ours.”

She looked at me, still thoughtful, but the sadness in her eyes gradually faded as Austin continued hugging her.

“Don’t be sad, kuya… oy, he’s our kuya now. Mommy and I have fulfilled your long wish. Aren’t you happy?” Austin coaxed.

“I’m so happy, Daddy and Mommy. Thank you!” she said joyfully, hugging both of us at the same time.

After that heartwarming scene, Austin and I had a serious conversation about Jairee. We both agreed to keep the truth about her biological parents a secret for now, and to give equal time and everything else to all the children.

I couldn’t feel any happier right now… as a woman, mother, and wife. I never thought Austin and I would still have a happily ever after. I am immensely grateful to my husband, for never letting go, for never giving up on me.

Now, I can only wish for our children to grow up healthy, good-hearted, and God-fearing—just like any parent would.