Tara tipped her head back when he got that close, and she wasn't looking at Abel - she was looking at him, her eyes searching his face like somehow the answer she was looking for was there. He looked younger - he didn't have that wall he'd built after he'd taken the gavel, that distance that she was partly to blame for after she'd gone to Stockton.
Everything'd changed when that happened. When Pamela Torric died, when they came and took her away. It was the wakeup call that this life - that they were trapped in this life, and she was the only one who still had enough sight left to get the boys out. He used to have that, too. He used to be able to see it, and the man in front of her, he hadn't lost his sight yet.
She finally shook her head when he asked if he'd talked about vanishing, about him mentioning it. "You've never talked about it. So.... So I'm there. I'm still there, with him? He's okay?" Her lower lip trembled, and she finally looked at Abel, even as Thomas realised his father was there, and his cries quieted to mere hiccups, and he reached for him, lunging in Tara's arms in the way that babies who didn't realise that gravity was a concern, do. "Daddy. Daddy!" Tara looked at Thomas suddenly, like she just remembered that she was holding their son, and then back at Jax, and she shook her head. It wasn't her rejecting this, it was that she didn't know what to do, but she had to hold it together for their boys. For their sons.
"Thomas, sweetheart," she finally said thickly, "Daddy's going to put Abel down, and then it's time for bed. Daddy will come say goodnight, okay?" Her eyes found Jax's again, and she licked her lips, her voice low, and it was clear she wasn't talking to Thomas anymore because it didn't have that fake, up-lifted tone she just used. "We can figure this out. We- The boys need to go down, but then we can figure it out."
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Everything'd changed when that happened. When Pamela Torric died, when they came and took her away. It was the wakeup call that this life - that they were trapped in this life, and she was the only one who still had enough sight left to get the boys out. He used to have that, too. He used to be able to see it, and the man in front of her, he hadn't lost his sight yet.
She finally shook her head when he asked if he'd talked about vanishing, about him mentioning it. "You've never talked about it. So.... So I'm there. I'm still there, with him? He's okay?" Her lower lip trembled, and she finally looked at Abel, even as Thomas realised his father was there, and his cries quieted to mere hiccups, and he reached for him, lunging in Tara's arms in the way that babies who didn't realise that gravity was a concern, do. "Daddy. Daddy!" Tara looked at Thomas suddenly, like she just remembered that she was holding their son, and then back at Jax, and she shook her head. It wasn't her rejecting this, it was that she didn't know what to do, but she had to hold it together for their boys. For their sons.
"Thomas, sweetheart," she finally said thickly, "Daddy's going to put Abel down, and then it's time for bed. Daddy will come say goodnight, okay?" Her eyes found Jax's again, and she licked her lips, her voice low, and it was clear she wasn't talking to Thomas anymore because it didn't have that fake, up-lifted tone she just used. "We can figure this out. We- The boys need to go down, but then we can figure it out."