It jerks open, and I see Lexie standing there in her pajamas, hair a wreck.
"What do you want Judson, Blake isn't here?" She says matter of factly.
I wonder if Lexie lives here and decide she probably does because she is usually here. I glance at her car and back to Lexie.
"Just let me see her. I need to see her."
"Judson, I told you she isn't here."
"Where is she, Lexie?" I demand.
"Why are you so grouchy?" She says, walking toward the kitchen counter, leaving the door open. "It's hard to deal with someone like you when I first open my eyes, so forgive me, but I need coffee." She seethes as she places her cup under the Keurig.
"Are you going to tell me where she is?" I am all but begging, and at this point, I'm willing to get on my knees and beg her to tell me if that is what it takes.
"Why should I Judson?" I can hear the vindictiveness in her voice.
"I love her Lexie, I need to tell her. I need her to know I want to make this right for her and JC."
"Judson, she has been mentally drained for months. I don't want to see her go back there. Her heart has been abused for years. Don't you think it's time to give it a rest?"
"That is the last thing I want to do, Lexie." She eyes me before taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine.
"She's in Nashville." She claims, leaving me scratching my head wondering what she is doing there. Is this what they were whispering about?
"I drove her there yesterday after your little paternity test fiasco."
"I didn't order that Paternity test. I know he's mine. I didn't need a piece of paper to tell me. Why is she in Nashville?"
"She has surgery tomorrow on her hand."
Why didn't she mention this to me? I feel like no matter what I do, I can't keep up with what is going on.
"Where's Jacob? Is he here?" I stalk into his nursery.
"No, He's not here. Blake's mom has him. She's there with her at Vanderbilt."
I pace back and forth, trying to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do. After several seconds Lexie speaks up, "Can you stop pacing? You are freaking me out."
I stop, rocking back onto my heels, realizing quickly I didn't even need to think about what I was going to do. Because in my mind, I'm already there with her.
"I'm going to her," I state.
Lexie sits her coffee cup down and stands up while clapping her hands sarcastically.
"Ding, Ding, Ding. Ladies and Gentleman, Judson Banks finally has the right idea." I start running toward the door before turning to her.
"Thanks."
She nods, smiling at me as I pull off and head toward Blake.
The drive doesn't take near as long as I thought it would. As I pull into the hospital, it's dusk but not quite dark. I bust through the doors, desperately searching for someone to direct me to the information desk. After finally finding someone who can look up to see where Blakely is, it takes her 5 minutes to get her computer system unfroze. The way she is smacking her gum has me on edge, and I really can't take it.
"If you can't do this, I will go find someone who can." I bark at her as she rolls her eyes, her hands quickly typing into her computer.
"What was her name again?" Are you fucking serious?
"Blakely Walker," I repeat slowly.