greatest love

chapter 11

Two days later, Amara messaged Migs asking if she could borrow Madie. Migs responded, "Sure," and Amara replied, "Sunduin ko siya later, Migs. Thanks."

Migs put down her phone just as Jazz arrived at her place. Seeing Jazz, Migs ran to her and hugged her tightly. "I missed you, my love," Migs said, smiling.

Jazz returned the hug and gave Migs a kiss. "Sus, kahapon lang tayo magkasama, ah," she teased, playfully punching Migs' arm.

"Still, I missed you a lot," Migs replied.

Migs then asked, "Gusto mo ba pumunta tayo sa room ko?"

Jazz chuckled and replied, "Ang aga pa nito, love."

"Eh ano naman?" Migs said, grinning.

Jazz shook her head and laughed. "Tara na nga," she said, taking Migs' hand as they headed towards the room together, both of them savoring their time together.

As Migs locked the door, she kissed Jazz on the neck, and Jazz enjoyed it, closing her eyes with a smile. Migs began to slowly kiss Jazz's body when there was a knock on the door.

"Kuya Migs, are you awake?" Madie called out.

Migs sighed and replied, "Yes, baby. Do you need something?"

"Can I come in?" Madie asked.

Migs opened the door, and Madie quickly hugged Jazz. "Hi, Ate Jazz! Did you sleep here?" she asked excitedly.

Jazz smiled and replied, "No, baby. I just arrived earlier."

Migs then asked, "Do you need something, baby?"

Madie nodded, "Can you help me pick my clothes?"

"Of course, baby. Ate Jazz and I would love to help," Migs said, smiling.

Jazz picked Madie up and carried her to her room. Together, Jazz and Migs picked out an off-shoulder top for her. Madie hugged her kuya and Ate Jazz tightly, saying, "Thanks a lot, Ate Jazz and Kuya!"

Migs and Jazz exchanged smiles, happy to have this moment together with Madie. The three of them laughed and enjoyed their time, making sure Madie felt special and loved.

Time skipped to a lively afternoon in Migs' house, where she and Jazz were playfully teasing each other. Jazz ran around the house, giggling as Migs chased her, trying to catch her for a hug. Just as Migs was about to grab Jazz, the doorbell rang. Jazz, still laughing, went to open the door, and Migs ran up behind her, hugging her from the back.

To their surprise, it was Amara standing at the door, looking a bit shocked to see Migs and Jazz hugging and laughing together. "Hi, Amara," Migs greeted warmly.

"Hi, where's Madie?" Amara asked, trying to mask her surprise.

Jazz called out, "Madie, your Ate Amara is here!"

Madie came running out of her room and, upon seeing Amara, ran to hug her and kiss her cheek. Amara smiled and then turned to Migs, saying, "We're ready to go."

As Amara held Madie's hand and they were about to leave, Madie noticed a mark on Jazz's neck. "Ate Jazz, what's that on your neck?" she asked innocently.

Migs quickly covered the mark and laughed nervously. Madie looked concerned and asked, "Kuya, are you hurting Ate Jazz? You shouldn’t do that. You never hurt Ate Amara before."

Jazz looked at Migs, who hurried to explain, "No, baby, I'm not hurting Ate Jazz. I would never do that. Ate Jazz and I were just playing, and we have a plan to have a baby, so I need to take good care of her. I can’t afford to hurt her or else she might leave me, right?"

Madie, still looking confused, replied, "Like Ate Amara did? She left us, right, Kuya?"

Amara's expression softened, and Migs replied gently, "Yes, baby, that's why Kuya Migs takes extra care of herself now, to make sure nothing happens that might make Ate Jazz leave, too. We have to be careful."

Migs added, "So you too, baby, be careful, okay? Now, go on, you have somewhere to be."

Jazz gave Migs a gentle punch on the arm and teased, "What’s this talk about having a baby?"

Migs grinned and said, "It’s true, though, right?" She gave Jazz a playful kiss on the neck.

Migs then knelt down to Madie’s level and kissed her on the forehead, saying, "Goodbye, baby. Have fun." Jazz followed suit, giving Madie a kiss as well.

Madie hugged them both tightly before leaving with Amara. As they walked away, Jazz and Migs stood in the doorway, waving and smiling, happy to see Madie so excited. Despite the complicated emotions, there was a sense of peace in knowing they were all working towards a new, happier chapter in their lives.

As Amara and Madie got inside the car, Madie couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. "Ate Amara, why did you leave us? Did you know Kuya Migs cried a lot because of you?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern. "She met Ate Jazz, and she's happy now, like how the three of us used to be."

Madie paused, her voice growing softer. "I didn't even want to accept Ate Jazz at first because I was scared she might leave me too."

Amara's heart ached hearing her sister's words. She reached out and gently squeezed Madie's hand. "I'm so sorry for doing that, baby," Amara began, her voice filled with remorse. "Ate Amara had to work at that time because it was important for my career. I never meant to make you or Kuya Migs sad."

She took a deep breath, looking into Madie's eyes. "But don't worry, baby. Ate Amara won't leave you again. I promise. I'm here to stay, and I'll always be here for you and Kuya Migs."

Madie looked at Amara, searching her face for any signs of dishonesty. Seeing the sincerity in her sister's eyes, she finally nodded. "Okay, Ate Amara. Just promise you won't leave us again."

"I promise," Amara said, pulling Madie into a tight hug. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Ate Amara," Madie whispered, feeling reassured and safe in her sister's arms. The bond they shared was rekindled, and a sense of hope filled the car as they drove away, ready to rebuild their connection.  

Back at Migs and Jazz's place, they were cuddling when Jazz checked her phone. Migs noticed and asked, "What's that, baby?"

Jazz responded, "Nothing, love." Migs nodded and went to the kitchen to cook Jazz her favorite adobo. While Migs was busy cooking, Jazz hugged her from behind. "What's wrong, baby?" Migs asked, sensing something off.

"Nothing, baby," Jazz replied, but soon excused herself to go to the bathroom. As Jazz left, Migs noticed Jazz's phone on the counter. She couldn't resist and picked it up, seeing a message that read, "Hi love, I really enjoyed that night. Let's have dinner later?"

Migs felt a surge of anger but quickly put the phone down as she heard Jazz returning. She tried to compose herself and finished cooking. They prepared two plates and sat down to eat. The tension was palpable.

Migs couldn't hold it in any longer. "Jazz, are you cheating on me?" she asked directly.

Jazz looked shocked. "No, Migs, I wouldn't do that."

Migs's anger flared. "Come on, Jazz. I saw your phone. Who's been messaging you? Don't lie to me; I hate lies."

Jazz took a deep breath and confessed. "That guy is someone I met at a bar. We did something like a couple... and I'm pregnant, Migs. I'm so sorry."

Migs felt her world shatter. "Why, Jazz? I did everything for you. What more was missing? Why did you do this to me?"

Jazz, tearful, pleaded, "I'm sorry, Migs. I'm really, really sorry."

Migs, filled with rage, demanded, "Call that guy and ask him to come here. Now."

Jazz, realizing the gravity of the situation, nodded and did as Migs said. The weight of her betrayal hung heavily in the air as they waited for the inevitable confrontation.