Jax had gotten home quite late (which wasn't unusual) and found Kylie lying on the couch with the TV on. How cute: she'd tried to wait up.
Jax turned off the television and looked at his pregnant girlfriend sleeping peacefully on the couch. No doubt attempting to move her would wake her, Jax decided just to drape a blanket over her. But as careful as he was being- she started, "Jax?" she mumbled groggily.
"Didn't mean to wake you," he whispered, "C'mon…let's get you to bed…" he helped her sit up and she opened her eyes into slits, "Okay…but there was something I wanted to ask you…"
"What was it?" he paused helping her off the couch to hear the question.
"Well…tell you…" she continued, coming to her senses, "I was thinking…I know we've decided that Op should be the godfather…and I still think he should…but instead of finding a godmother- since his grandmother is enough for 10 godmothers- I think we should name another godfather…"
Jax raised a brow, "Really? Who?"
"Half-sack," she said slowly- knowing Jax would laugh at the idea, but she was putting her foot down.
And as expected, Jax did laugh. "Half sack?" he repeated, "What kind of meds did Doc put you on?" he asked, touching her forehead.
She swatted his hand down, "No, I'm serious. I've thought about it for a while…he's so great and he's always asking about the baby and making sure I'm okay…"
Jax continued to laugh.
"And he's more attentive than you, asshole," she continued in full swing sarcasm, "And…it'd mean a lot to him. I know he's a prospect but you guys are so hard on him…it'd mean a lot to me too."
"Alright, alright…" he helped her up off the couch, "Point taken," he wrapped his arms around here, "We can name Sack as honorary godfather," he said, squeezing her tight.
Kylie smiled, "Thank-you," she kissed him gently. The kiss held for a good minute before they broke apart, "Let's get you to bed, mommy."
"As long as you come with, daddy…"
"Of course, I'm exhausted."
And they headed into the bedroom.
"Half-sack, seriously!"