Warning: mention of dom/sub dynamic

Description: Jax's girlfriend changes up her hair color without consulting him first.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Jax might just kill me for this but I didn't care. I needed a life change and a new hair color was going to do the trick. I stared at the bottle of black dye in my hands and looked back up at my dark brown hair. It wasn't huge or drastic by any means, but I needed it.

A couple hours later, Jax walked in the door. I was busy making dinner and talking to Abel. Jax yelled that he was going to get in the shower. Luckily I'd scrubbed the bathroom after changing my hair color.

As I was finishing up, Jax returned to the kitchen.

"Babe, what the hell were you thinking?" He asked harshly.

"I needed a change," I said, shrugging it off.

"And you didn't think to ask?" He questioned as he moved towards me.

"It's my hair Jackson," I said, issuing his words against him. I'd freaked out when he cut his hair while in prison. He told me not to worry about it cause it was his hair.

"I'm aware," he said. "But last time I checked, you were mine."

"Your girlfriend," I said. "Not your property."

I had a long-standing issue with the way women are treated by the club and Jax is aware of it. He's never once actually believed I would fall into line like one of their old ladies. He knew I was too vocal and passionate about things to do that.

"I never said you were my property," he said. I could tell he really wanted to pull the dominant card. I was secretly hoping he would.

"Exactly so I don't see the issue," I said as I placed plates on the table.

"The issue is that you didn't ask me if I was okay with you changing your hair color," he said.

"Again, not your property," I said.

"No but you are my fucking submissive," he snapped.

"Seriously Jax?" I asked, acting like I wasn't expecting this exact conversation to play out.

"You are," he said, moving towards me and backing me into the counter. "My submissive. This defiance starts small with hair and tattoos and piercings and before long you turn into a damn croweater and you're fucking Tig."

That was secretly his biggest worry: that I would fuck Tig. I had no desire to, but Jax always thought if he fucked up I'd turn to Tig.

"I'm sorry Jax."

"No you're not," he said.

"No, I'm not sorry for making a decision for myself. I am sorry that it's upsetting you."

"What's upsetting me is your refusal to fall into place recently," he spoke softly near my ear.

"Get over it baby," I said. "Now, dinner's going to be cold if you don't eat soon."

We sat down at the table and ate in near silence. Jax was staring at me the entire time. Abel was asleep in his high chair, apparently having no concern for anything since I'd fed him dinner already.

"Darlin," Jax said once we'd finished up and cleaned up.

"Jax," I said.

"It looks good and I'm sorry for freaking out on ya," he said. "But in the future, ask."

"Jax, I do things like this on a whim. Deal with it," I said with a smile.

"What?" He asked.

"I'll tell you in advance in the future," I said. He just nodded, accepting that I wasn't going to ask him for permission to change my hair color.