Tara paused, and then found the right words, she thought. The right words, when she tried to explain. "The man I was running from was changed from taking the gavel and having to try and get the club out of all of the shit Clay got it into, Jax. The death... every time it happened, it killed part of you. I could see it." Her hand found his cheek. "You won't be that man, now. You won't. This is a new life for both of us." Her eyes searched his even as he took her hand, telling her that he didn't want to lose her.

"I love you," she said lowly as he pressed his lips to her hand. "We'll talk. When these things happen, when they come up - we'll talk. I know you can't know it all, that it won't help you or me to say them, but... but if it comes up, we'll talk it out, I promise. I won't just... not tell you." It was important, to her. It was important that they stay honest. That they work together, and build a family.

"I will always be here for you," she said softly. "And I won't let it happen. Not again. I won't lose you."