Jaxon's POV
I was sitting in my room holding my stuffed blue horse. My dad took KC for one of her Chemo treatments and Lucas was at Zay's. My mom walked into my room with the laundry basket.
"Why don't you go do something, Jax?" She suggested, as she started putting my clothes away. She looked over at me and saw the horse. "Is everything okay?"
She set the laundry basket down.
"Yeah," I lied. "Why?"
"I haven't seen you touch Wiley the horse since you were 6," she pointed out. She got Wiley for me after she and my dad got married.
I got tears in my eyes.
"What if she dies, Mama?" I questioned.
Rachel's POV
I looked at my 12-year-old son who was obviously tearing apart inside. I sat next to him.
"We just need to pray, sweetie," I told him.
"What if praying isn't enough?"
I sat there, shocked at my son's reply.
"Well," I said as I found my voice again, "we just need to hope He'll let us keep her."
"He doesn't heal everyone," he said. "Why does He pick and choose? Why was Jesus more compassionate than the Father when he was on earth?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe sending Him was a way of fixing his mistakes in the Old Testament."
"But I thought God didn't make mistakes," he said.
"Maybe we got that part wrong," I suggested. "Some of the decisions He made weren't very loving at all, maybe h=He wanted to correct that by coming to earth. I don't know if we'll ever know his reasons he does things."
"If He takes her, I'll be real mad at Him," he said.
"I know," I told him.
He laid on my shoulder and hugged his stuffed horse to his chest.