"Yeah. God it would," Jax admitted. "I don't want to become the man you were fleeing that night. What if I do some little thing. Turn the wrong corner someday, and that starts off the whole wheel and suddenly I'm the man I was?"

Or worse. What if he had become like Clay?

"I never wanna stop being like this Tara. We grow, we change, but we don't lose each other. That's what I want."

And maybe, someday, they could grow their family and buy a house. But first, they had to work on the now. And, as if it was a way of sealing that promise, he raised Tara's right hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers and palm.