[ FAMILY ] t i e s. - a tayvis story.

[ EIGHT ]

"What the fuck did you do to him?" Kylie asked, the second Travis was out of the door. From the way he and Taylor interacted, Kylie picked up on the hints that something had happened when he was out with the guys, but seeing Travis interact with Jason, she was fully aware that whatever happened involved Jason. 

"What makes you think I did him something?" Jason asked, sitting down on the side of the bed where he was sleeping. 

"Because it is either you or your parents; he was perfectly happy when he left the room earlier. Now he looks like he's ready to murder you specifically."

"Why do you think you know my brother so well? Huh? You hang out with him, his wife, and their friends for a few days, and you think you're one of them now. You're a Kelce, Ky. Not a Reid Finlay or whatever the fuck Travis said his last name is now." 

"I'm going to let that comment slide because I know it's the alcohol talking," Kylie said, screaming in a whisper tone. "But I suggest you take back your words before I let them murder you in cold blood, Jason Daniel."

"You're insane," Jason said with a laugh. 

"Trust me, you haven't seen insane," Kylie told him as she walked into the bathroom. Kylie stood in the mirror and took a deep breath. She looked at her reflection, wondering how the hell she had gotten here. How was she fighting with her husband over a brother she didn't even know he had. She turned on the water in the sink, splashing some into her face. She let out another deep sigh, grabbing her toothpaste and toothbrush from the spot where it was sitting. 

As she brushed her teeth, her thoughts were still running wild. Her feelings for Taylor were both resurfacing but also dying. She had been turned on slightly by her husband's brother's assertiveness towards him. And she was pissed that her husband didn't compare to either of them. She was starting to think she had settled for him, because now she wanted more. She wanted more than what Jason was giving her, even though previously, before getting on this damn boat, it had been find. His bare minimum had been enough, but now it wasn't enough. She wanted more from him; she needed more from him. He had to be more for his girls. She finished brushing her teeth, ensuring things were clean and back in place.

Kylie walked out of the bathroom and saw Jason sitting on the side of the bed. Before Jason could even speak, she started talking again. "He is a better man, father, brother, and probably even son than you will ever be. And it only took me a couple of days to notice the differences between him and you. You still have a lot of growing up to do, Jason Kelce, even as a 35-year-old man." She started to look through her bags, that she had tried to start packing since tomorrow would they would be getting off of the boat and heading home. She pulled out a pair of pajamas to change into.

"Ky... that hurt. Why would you say that."

"The truth fucking hurts, Jason." She wasn't aiming to hurt his feelings, but he needed to know that his behavior was subpar. He could do better; he just refused to. It acted as if he didn't know how to. It shouldn't have taken Travis telling him to clear off the girl's bed for him to actually do it. He didn't have a considerate bone in his body these days, and it was becoming exhausting. "The whole time I hung out with her, I did not see her lift a fucking finger. If those girls needed something, Travis would be right there to get it for them. At dinner, she didn't have to move a fucking muscle; none of those girls did. They wait on their wives hand and foot, and I can barely get you to clean up after yourself. You are like my fourth fucking child."

"Oh, whatever, Kylie," Jason said, waving her off. He didn't want to hear what she was saying, but he needed to. He needed to hear every word of it. Kylie walked back into the bathroom. Changing out of her clothes and into her pajamas.