Tara laughs when Dr. Lahiri mentions steak - mostly because she's eaten more steak being around Jax than she did in an entire decade in Chicago. "We've got the steak thing covered, I'll just make sure to eat more of it, and some spinach." She slips her hand in Jax's, and rubs over his knuckles with her thumb as she nods. "Yeah, if you can see it?" She was alone, when she went through this with Thomas. It'd been right before Jax had gotten stabbed in prison, and she'd told him that visit and then she hadn't been able to see him.

This time, though.... he's never been through it, and he's here. He's safe, and the wedding ring on her finger feels even more solid than before. More grounding. "We'd love to know if it's a boy or a girl." She's trying not to squeeze his hand too tightly, even though she just wants to know.