drownedindreams | May 25, 2014

It was surprising just how exhausting it was to look at houses. They'd gone to a couple of open houses before he'd gotten stabbed, but that'd come to an abrupt halt when their lives got turned upside down. Now.... now, it was Memorial Day Weekend, and their realtor somehow talked them into seeing six houses. That was how they were spending the day off when the boys were at the sitter, and even as they'd followed him through house after house, shooting glances at each other that said maybe or no way in hell, they made notes and tried to just...

Get it over with, while still paying attention. It was an important decision, just... Well.

When the realtor was downstairs in the third house while Jax and Tara walked around the upstairs, she remarked lowly, "I think what we really need is a new realtor after today." She grinned, and opened yet another closet, making a face. "Smells weird."

The fourth and Fifth were better, and when they got to the sixth...

It was beautiful, but honestly - Tara looked back at the realtor. "We're just going to need time to think about it." He pressed but Jax slung an arm over her shoulder, raising his eyebrows in a clear you heard her.

It wasn't until they were back on the sidewalk outside, the realtor gone that Tara turned around to look at the house as she leaned against him. "What do you think?" She threaded her fingers with his, turning to press a kiss to the back of his hand.

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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.

Tara laughed and barely caught herself on his shoulder as he nearly stumbled backwards, and she smiled against his lips. He'd caught her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger, and she pulled back steady herself before she actually looked at it. She sucked in a breath, her eyes widening. She liked it - she'd liked the other one that she'd stopped wearing, too, but this one...

"It's perfect," she said with barely a breath, and she honestly meant it. She'd stopped wearing a lot of things when he'd been in the hospital - the bandage on her hand (except when doing rounds, so she wouldn't illicit questions from patients), her wedding and engagement rings. They were relics from the past, and this.... this was new. And it was right. "It's beautiful, Jax." She leaned up for another kiss, this one less giddy and more heartfelt.

Her forehead pressed against his as she closed her eyes for a moment, then she exhaled slowly. "I never thought this would even be possible," she murmured. "Who ever gets this chance?" She finally opened her eyes, and they searched his. "I have loved you since I was fifteen years old, and I am so incredibly lucky that you are the man you've become. You know that, right?"

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Jax laughed, turning a near stumble into a chance to lift her up and spin her in a half circle. It was hard not to keep grinning like a madman. This was one of many steps to get Tara to believe that things were better. This was a new start for them. Her enthusiasm made him feel like he was sixteen all over again, ready to run and make some mischief.

"I've loved you just as long," he told her. "And it's not luck. You made me better. Made me want to be better and told me how."

Tara pulled him to her, her hands finding the back of his neck as she leaned up to kiss him properly. "This is all I've wanted. We're out, Jax, and we can make our own way." She breathed the words, and smiled up at him. "We've got a couple of hours til I have to get back... we could take the bike, and-"

She grinned up at him as she kissed him again. She was giddy with happiness, with the adrenaline. "We'll find the right house another day - you and me, that's what's important now." She didn't want to let go of him, didn't want to stop touching him - and that's when she paused, and snagged his hand, twining their fingers. "You mind if we have a real sort of wedding? Like... not a church thing, but.... I figure we could do it right? Last time.... I can't even explain it, but we got married in a brothel and my wedding ring was your mother's." She rolls her eyes as she says it, because she knows just how ridiculous it sounds - and acting like it was ridiculous took away the sting, for her.

Jax raised his eyebrows, trying to figure out how the fuck any of that must have come about. The scary thing was it didn't even sound that out of character for either of them, just utterly bizarre anyway. That definitely wasn't going to happen here. They were never going to be normal, but they were going to take the slices they wanted out of that cake, including a proper wedding.

"We can do it in the backyard of our new house, friends and family all around," he said, smiling. "Or...whatever you want." Seeing his family happy, that was what he wanted.

"Let's go chase the horizon for a while, huh?"

She smiled widely when he said they'd do it in the backyard - or, as he put it, whatever she wanted. "That sounds good. In the backyard, outside, and it's a party, it's good." She nodded, because it sounded right. "Soonish. Have to make an honest woman out of me, if we're going to be growing our family. Sound good to you?"

Just like what he said they should do next - she tugged him towards his bike, walking backwards as he followed her.. "That... that sounds perfect." It really was a new beginning, and it seemed like the right way to start it.

"It is perfect," Jax said, easing her over him and against the bike for a languid kiss, like they had all the time in the world. They didn't have to do anything in a rush now, no running from authorities or from the other clubs. They could just take their sweet time, decide the pace they would take.

"I don't mind paying the sitter a little extra, do you?"

She smiles against his lips, and she tips her head back a little further, shaking her head. "We should call... so that they don't worry." They should call, but she leans up again to kiss him yet again - neither of them can really keep their hands off one another, they haven't been able to since they were sixteen and they weren't about to start now -- especially not now, considering the ring on her finger.

"Should," Jax repeated, his tone making it clear that all he could think was 'the hell with should.'

"There's more important things going on."

May 25, 2014

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