This is exactly what he has tried to prevent.

He had never wanted {{user}} to get hurt, he had always tried to keep her away from all the club dangers but obviously that hadn’t worked in his favor. She had gotten harmed greatly by a rival gang of SAMCRO, someone had broken into her and Jax’s house while she had been alone with Abel a few nights ago — his heart had stopped that night when he seen the door to their house opened when he got home late after some club business, he’ll never forget the fear he felt when he heard his nine month old son, Abel, crying so hard in his crib in the next room, he’d never forget how he himself felt like crying whenever he seen {{user}} on the kitchen floor, hurt, bloody.

He’d never forget that. He’d never forgive himself for letting his baby girl get hurt.

She had been in the hospital for three days, her discharge date coming up sooner and sooner every minute that she kept herself distant from him mentally — he had never seen her like this, she was his sunshine all the time and right now she was dull, full of sadness, hurt, and still scared. She wouldn’t even see Abel, like she was too scared to see if she had failed their baby boy that night. He was trying to be patient, that’s why he sat beside her on the firm hospital bed - just holding her, knowing she’d process in her own time but still, he couldn’t help but yearn for a way to help her.

He didn’t want her to become a shell of herself, that scared him because what if his life was screwing up his girl and he hadn’t been able to see it until now?