Jax was hanging up his phone when he entered the room. Kylie was putting on her left boot.
"Where you goin'?" Jax asked, shutting the door behind him.
"To see Abel," Kylie stood up, but she didn't make eye contact with him. She turned to find the flannel shirt she was going to throw over her Harley Davidson tank top.
Jax wasn't going to argue with her decision, but the vibe she was giving off confused him, "What's the matter with you?" he asked, setting his keys aside.
A few more tense moments passed. Kylie shuffled around the room- but she finally decided to come out with it. "Gemma-… Gemma told me …how you feel…" she said, finding her other boot across the room.
Jax' brow furrowed, "About what?" he asked. He did not know what emotion Gemma knew that Kylie did not.
Kylie finally spun around to face him, "You don't have faith that Abel's going to make it…" she said, her eyes already glistening. But her hands were plastered on her hips and her foot was tapping dangerously against the carpet.
Jax opened his mouth to reply but did not find the right response immediately. So a moment passed and he let out a sigh, "It's not like that…." He replied, taking a step towards her.
"Really? Cause I'm not sure how many ways it can go…" Kylie stood her ground, even though she had no interest in being close to him.
"Look…he was born ten weeks early… Tara said he had less than a 20% chance… I'm not the one who made that call…" Jax defended.
"If you…" but Kylie's breath caught in her throat, she pressed through, "If you don't think he's going to make it….how is he supposed to pull through?"
"Ky, it's not that-" but Jax couldn't get any farther.
"No, Jax, save it," Kylie held up her hand, "I'll be at the hospital…" she stormed around him and out the door.
Jax sighed. Trying to let out his anger he hit the wall.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, "Yeah?" he answered.