Gemma and Kat stood side by side as they watched their kids play. It warmed their hearts watching Tara help Tommy swing while Jax and Opie were trying to see who could go higher.

"I think you're son has a thing for my daughter." Kat said giggling at the way Tommy watched Tara and Jax watching Tara as well.

"Yeah... Problem is, those words are true for both my sons" came the voice of John Teller as he walked up with Tom and Piney.

"Daddy!" Little Tara screamed out as she ran full speed towards her father.

"Luckily I'm the only man my daughter has eyes for." Tom said with a smile and laugh as he scooped Tara into his arms.

Gemma trained her eyes on the little girl who would most likely break one of her sons hearts one day. John wrapped Gemma in his arms and whispered in her ear "you know as well as I do. Tara's too good for either of them."

Gemma elbowed him in the side "no ones too good for my sons."

Twelve year old Tara sat in the circle with the rest of the kids at Susan Tooly's birthday party. Directly across from one Jax Teller and one Opie Winston. She was stuck between David Hale and Susie the birthday girl because neither of her supposed friends had saved her a seat. The game, so wisely chosen by the ditzy blonde birthday girl, was seven minutes in heaven. Which, Tara could think of a million other things she'd rather be doing for seven minutes. Though all the excited faces around her implied that her distaste wasn't shared. So of coarse Susie handed Tara the bottle first.

"Go ahead. Spin it already."

Tara took a deep breath and did a small mental checklist in her head of all the boys she wouldn't want to go into a closet with and spun it. She never once blinked as she stared at the bottle as it spun. Once it stopped she looked up and sure as shit Jax Teller was staring back at her. Tara popped up took the two steps to Jax's side of the circle and stuck out her hand.

"Come on Teller. Let's show'em how it's done."

Jax couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. Even practically knowing the girl from birth she could still surprise him. Susie was standing by the closet.

"Alright time won't start till after the door is closed. We'll keep spinning out here so once your up the next two can go."

Tara wanted to roll her eyes at the exciting blonde. For a split second she wondered if there was a specific boy Susie wanted to kiss or if she just wanted someone to kiss.

Tara looked over to see Jax giving Susie his best sexy smile as he said "Don't worry darlin'. I can be quick when I need to."

Tara gave Jax's hand a hard yank and next thing she knew they were through the door and it was being shut behind them.

"You know, you don't have to encourage her." Tara said crossing her arms

"You know. We're supposed to be showing them how it's done."

Jax smiled taking a step closer to Tara so they were inches apart.

"I'll only kiss you if you want me to." Jax said earnestly tracing his finger down Tara's arms. She couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. Jax was always soft when it came to Tara. Tough as nails for the rest of the world but she always got to see this side. The unsure, sweet, and considerate boy she had grown up loving.

"Well... What if I just kissed you then." Tara whispered before crashing her lips into his.

Tara sat glaring at her mother from across the table. Two months. Her mom had known she's had terminal cancer for two months and never said a word.

"Tara, I know you're upset but we wanted to have definite things to tell you." Kat looked away from her daughter trying not to let tears slide down her own cheeks.

Tara swiped at her face furiously before she stood up. "No more secrets okay!" She practically shouted as she walked around the table and wrapped her arms around her mother curling into her lap as her dad stood behind them kissing her mother forehead.

"I just don't want to waist time doing things that aren't important." Tara sobbed out as she made the list of things shed waisted time doing instead of spending those precious hours with her mother.

"Honey... You have to live your life."

"But mom! How long do you have? Do they even know?"

"Months baby. Maybe even years. If we're lucky."