Tara stares at the monitor, her heart in her throat. "Oh," she says quietly, and she turns back to look at Jax, and she can't stop the way her eyes well with tears. "We're having a girl, Jax." She reaches back for his hand, and she can't grip it tightly enough, the lump in her throat actually hurting with the emotion.

It's the difference. Every day puts them further away from that kitchen, from the police reports that were locked away and they didn't talk about them. Every single day is another bit of distance, but somehow this, that they're having a girl- it's a giant leap away from that life.