a mother's hands are her comforts

[drownedindreams]

Her hair was still too short.

Jax was head-down in writing in his journal and it reminded Tara of JT's 'manifesto' that he'd left his son. That that's what started all of this, that and the letters. Until they'd seen those pieces of Jax's father reaching out from the past, there had been no questions or doubt.

Now her hair was a foot shorter than it should have been. It was all connected in a weird way, and she found herself staring in the bedroom mirror. She combed out her wet hair with her fingers, the towel wrapped around her as she dripped into the beige carpet all apartments seemed to have. She looked... tired, she felt. Tara didn't know when she'd become the woman in the mirror, but she didn't really like it. "I'm going to keep growing my hair out," she said quietly, without so much as a Hey to get his attention.

"D'you think that'd be good?" She eyed it for another second, before she looked at him over her shoulder even as she moved to pull clean clothes out of the dresser.

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[consciencedcowardice]

...I grew up learning certain, unalterable things about being a man. A man was the provider, failing to take care of his home, his old lady, his kids, and his bike made him insufficient. A woman was the caregiver, strong in her own ways, but that was strength channeled into the keeping of her home and her family.

There's an amazing woman in my life, but loving her asks for a paradigm shift. A change in everything I know about who I should...

He looked up at her, offering her an exaggerated leer as he saw her in nothing but the towel. "I always think you look good, babe," he said, standing up to kiss her. "But you didn't get that haircut because you chose it. You look your best when you're happy. And if long hair makes you happy, then that makes you fucking gorgeous."

Jax trailed fingers down her arms until he had a hold of each of her hand, thumb brushing against her scar.