"I haven't even gone yet," Jax said, confusion leading him to the most obvious parts of the questions. "I...Jesus. They said this could happen." He flicked his gaze down and read the date on the license and it matched up with the year that had just ended, not the year he'd come from.

"We named him Thomas?" After his brother. After the kid who'd tagged around after him and then gone where Jax couldn't follow. And now there was a little boy that carried that name and Tara kept standing in front of him like he couldn't be trusted.

"Shit. I'm gonna make some coffee. Put Abel back to bed." He'd need to figure out a crib for the other baby. For Thomas, assuming Tara was going to let him near the kid.

"Put the gun down, okay?"