"She seemed pretty.... tough." Tara doesn't know what else to say about it, and it's got her finally not laughing anymore even though it'd be really easy for her to fall back into it - but she and Jax probably need to talk.

She knows it, and she can't decide whether or not she's dreading it or not. She waited for both of them to tell Macha goodnight, and Tara got up, putting both the puppy and a puppy pad in the bathroom, before they moved to take the boys into their bedroom, even with Thomas asking - again and again and again, "Where dog? Where dog, Mommy?"

It was thirty-five minutes later when they were pajama'd, read to, changed, put down - and actually asleep, or close to it, nearly. Tara and Jax moved out of the boys' room, the baby monitor hanging from her fingertips before she moved to let Macha back out of the bathroom. "I got a kennel and everything," she said over her shoulder, like they were just going to ignore the fact that she up and bought a dog out of the blue.