When they're alone, Tara leans her forehead against Jax's, still squeezing his hand tightly. "You're already wrapped around her finger," laughing softly, she can't help the way she kisses him again, that she pulls the strength from what he says. This is real, it's not the life they left.

"She's real, and she's ours, and... I love her." They'd talked already about how they loved their children, their baby that hadn't yet been born, but it's the first time she's been able to say that. That she loves her.