Jax sighs and shifts around to her side so that he can hug Tara right against him without having to lean around her belly. It's too familiar and they're too used to it, the blood and the danger. He doesn't doubt for a second that Tara'd probably been on the scene, triaging like the goddamn professional she is.

And now she's here and he needs to be solid for her. An old lady is a biker's solid and he needs to be the same.

"Whose blood is that...?" He hates that he has to ask.