"I don't want white picket fences and easy. I want what we got, however hard that is," Jax said. He stepped back only because Macha was starting to squirm but he kept his gaze on her. "I want easy, but if the choice was easy or this? I'd fight through it."

He reached up, laid a gentle hand on her cheek. "You're right. We'll find our way. I trust you, babe. Now...let's get this girl settled in, huh?"