pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. or silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. ( your pick of sloane and jax on either side of the interaction )
fine. the baby was supposed to be just fine. the heartbeat was strong. that’s what they were told at one of the first appointments. well, that’s what wendy had been told. jackson had decided to skip it altogether, had more important things to take care of than the unwanted pregnancy of the woman he was divorcing. everything was supposed to be just fine… and it was, up until yesterday. the anatomy scan shown the same congenital heart defect that claimed his little brother’s life. the family flaw, his mother calls it. and the worst thing about it all? he can’t even try and blame wendy for it. it’s not her drugs that caused this but his fucked up genes. “kid’s not gonna make it, sloane.” his hand reaches for hers and the mere brush of skin on skin provides some comfort, ring-clad fingers squeezing hers a little too hard. “don’t think i’m ready for it.” he’s not ready to be a father but he’s not ready to let go either… hates wendy for keeping it, for giving the kid a name. what for? so they can put it on a headstone? “maybe it’s for the best, though.”