Slowly, with all that wild animal approach, Jax came forward and rested his hands on her shoulder. All he wanted to do was kiss her, hang on tight and never let go, tell her how everything would be better now. He'd be able to get to know his new son, make up for all the gaps. He'd do everything right by all of them and never look back if only Tara would look him in the eye with a fraction of the love that used to overflow from her.

"You have to believe me, Tara. I swear on those kids over there that I'm not gonna hurt you."

He didn't know how to make her believe him. He'd never had to before, never had to fight to prove to someone like this that he wasn't gonna kill her. The fact that it was Tara who looked at him like the fucking reaper himself...it just about killed him.

"I know how insane it all sounds but I swear to God. It–I'm–real."