As Tara dictated what was happening, Jax did just that. He opened the box in front of her and let her fill in the blanks, grinning wider and wider. Tara's optimism was so beautiful, like a flower that'd beaten the odds and blossomed in a harsh dessert.

"I am very sure," he said, nodding. He pulled Tara into the kiss, nearly toppling backwards and not caring. He paused for only a moment so that he could take her left hand and slide the vintage ring over her finger.