"Who cares? It'd be our baby," Jax said, leaning forward into the kiss again. "And we'd love and spoil the shit out of it."

He wished he could have seen Thomas as an infant, laid his hands over Tara's belly as he kicked. Here, Jax had missed it because of a cruel split in time but back home he would've been in prison the whole time. He had missed Thomas' first year but he wasn't gonna do it again. Not a single moment with his boys now nor with any children to come.

"We'll do right by our family. God, that's all I ever wanted."