"Yeah, they'll fit," she said with barely a breath, the words small as she hesitated before following him. "He'll fuss for a while, he's not sleeping as much as he used too - it's a thing that happens, when they start really getting their teeth, and he's eating some solid foods, so you can give him Cheerios and baby food-" She stopped herself, because she was trying to tell him what she needed to before things went bad. Tara closed her eyes for a second, swallowing thickly.
"I just- We can try them in the same crib, and then if it doesn't work, maybe if you have a pack and play or something, he's not picky." She was still holding onto Thomas like she had to be ready to run, even though she didn't realise she was doing it. "We should... talk."
It was odd that they fell into this without a thought - fell into taking care of their kids, like it was just... normal even though it was anything but. Even though everything she saw said that he was really from Belfast, she thought she'd gone crazy. That when she saw him, she saw the man she'd loved, she saw him when Abel was still only a year old, even though it wasn't true. Even though the reality was much harsher, and she knew it, so she assumed it was insanity. That they were in the motel, maybe, but that he found her, and this was how her mind was processing it.
If it was going to happen, she'd rather have the boys somewhere else. She'd rather have them anywhere else, and now, if they were in the back room, that was far enough away that even if they heard it, it wouldn't somehow be in front of them. She wasn't ever afraid that Jax would hurt the boys, and she held Thomas close for a second, and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, holding him before she moved to put him down in the crib. She stared at Abel - it had to be Abel, she knew it did, and she took another deep breath. "Mama loves you," she said again - not knowing anything else to say, before she looked up at Jax, and her hand lightly pressed against Abel's chest, before she nodded. "Okay." She was ready, and she exhaled slowly, because she'd tried. She'd tried, she'd done everything she could, and now it was this.
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"I just- We can try them in the same crib, and then if it doesn't work, maybe if you have a pack and play or something, he's not picky." She was still holding onto Thomas like she had to be ready to run, even though she didn't realise she was doing it. "We should... talk."
It was odd that they fell into this without a thought - fell into taking care of their kids, like it was just... normal even though it was anything but. Even though everything she saw said that he was really from Belfast, she thought she'd gone crazy. That when she saw him, she saw the man she'd loved, she saw him when Abel was still only a year old, even though it wasn't true. Even though the reality was much harsher, and she knew it, so she assumed it was insanity. That they were in the motel, maybe, but that he found her, and this was how her mind was processing it.
If it was going to happen, she'd rather have the boys somewhere else. She'd rather have them anywhere else, and now, if they were in the back room, that was far enough away that even if they heard it, it wouldn't somehow be in front of them. She wasn't ever afraid that Jax would hurt the boys, and she held Thomas close for a second, and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, holding him before she moved to put him down in the crib. She stared at Abel - it had to be Abel, she knew it did, and she took another deep breath. "Mama loves you," she said again - not knowing anything else to say, before she looked up at Jax, and her hand lightly pressed against Abel's chest, before she nodded. "Okay." She was ready, and she exhaled slowly, because she'd tried. She'd tried, she'd done everything she could, and now it was this.