"Are you cleaning?" Jax opened the door to his room an hour later to find Kylie with her hair pulled back and an arm full of his clothes.
"This place is a sty," Kylie replied. She threw the clothes into a large pile on the bathroom floor that she'd started. There was no hamper: apparently Mr. Jackson Teller was above them.
Jax smiled slightly, "I like it that way," he said. But as she continued to bustle around the room, straightening things and grabbing the strewn clothing: he finally stepped forward. He gently took the clothes from her arms, "You need to lie down."
"Jax…if I'm doing something my mind's somewhere else…I don't want to lie down," she said as he set the clothes aside. He began to walk forward- in turn making her walk backward, "C'mon…" he said, nodding his head toward the bed.
He sat down on the bed and pulled her down with him, "We're going to get through this. The kid…he gets his good looks from his father…" he teased, "But the strength," he continued in all seriousness, "That he gets from his mother," he told her.
Kylie leaned forward to rest her head on his chest, "I hope so," she whispered. Jax wrapped his arms around her and then laid down, taking her with him.
Jax' phone went off in his pocket. Pulling it out he read, "It's my mom," he said. He answered, "Hello…. Yeah, she's here with me. No, they're right…she discharged herself. I'm trying…it's okay, she laying down…yeah…yeah I'll tell her…bye."
Jax looked down at his girl, "Do you know how pissed Gemma is at me thanks to you?" he teased her.
"Sorry," she smiled slightly, "But you love me anyway."
"You're lucky," Jax teased her, kissing her forehead.
Kylie laughed, "Yeah…it's not my ass Gemma's shoving her foot up…" she closed her eyes and just…was there with him.