She's just about to get in her car when she hears the voice. "Heard that you've got a baby on the way. This one actually exists right?"

Tara tenses but doesn't rise to the bait. After another useless doctor appointment about her hand, she is in no mood to deal with Gemma's shit. She turns around and raises her eyebrow at her mother-in-law. "Gemma." She spares a glance and a nod at Rat and briefly wonders why she's at the hospital before deciding that she no longer gives a shit. Rat looks surprised by Gemma's impromptu announcement and she knows that the news of her pregnancy is going to be spread around the Clubhouse within hours.

Gemma, looking extremely proud of herself glances at Rat and says, "Give us a minute." He looks between them in concern but skulks off to the main entrance and pulls out a cigarette.

"Did he actually see the test this time, or is he taking your word for it?"

"Stay out of my business, Gemma."

"This is my business. This is my family-"

"No it's my family! My sons. My husband. Our baby. Stay the hell away from me." Tara turns to leave but Gemma's words stop her.

"I'm just surprised that Jax wants anything to do with you. Then again, he has been visiting a certain Madame quite regularly the past few weeks." Tara flinches and the image of the pretty blonde's face comes to mind, but then Gemma's smiling smugly now that she has found Tara's weak spot. "He doesn't want you anymore, sweetheart. Especially after your last fake pregnancy, framing me, trying to divorce him, but worst of all trying to take his kids away from him. I'm just glad that my son is coming to his senses, getting away from you. From what I'm hearing about Colette, my son has already found your new replacement. I'm sure Abel will be calling her Mommy by the end of the year-"

Tara snaps and before she can stop herself, her fist is clocking Gemma in the nose. The sickening crunch is like music to her ears. "How dare you? Abel is mine. I am his mother. Not Wendy, not the latest whore Jax sticks his dick into. And most certainly not you. What's going on between me and Jax is between us. Stop talking about shit you have no idea about. Stay away from me. Better yet stay away from my children."

Gemma stands to her full height and though there's a steady flow of blood pouring from her nose she still looks formidable. "Or what? You gonna kill me, doc?"

In the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of Rat coming towards them. Tara steps closer to Gemma and whispers, "No, I'm not that far gone yet. But, I do have a copy of some letters that I think Jackson would be very interested in reading, especially the ones about his mother."

Gemma reels in shock and it gives Tara a sick satisfaction to finally see the Queen shocked. "You gave them to me-"

"But not before I made copies. Did you really think that I wouldn't have a plan B to get my boys away from you?"

"You fucking-"

"I was trying to get my boys away from you, not Jackson. You've already got Jax under your thumb, my boys are not going to end up there too you toxic bitch." Tara steps back. "Oh, and before you think about trying to kill me to keep me quiet, I have many copies stashed away just waiting to be sent to Jax in the event of my death. This is my final warning, Grandma. You will see my boys when I decide it's okay." Tara touches her still flat stomach. "And this baby will never know her psychotic grandmother," she hisses. "Stay away from my sons."

Sparing a glance at Rat's confused face, Tara smiles sweetly at Gemma. "It was so nice to see you." She gets in her car and drives away without sparing Gemma a glance.

In retrospect she should be surprised when he shows up at their home, his eyes ablaze with a fury that makes her stomach numb. "You hit my mom?"

Tara swallows painfully but straightens her spine. She closes the door behind her so that they don't wake the boys.

Turning her attention back to Jax, she says calmly, "Gemma came to St Thomas. Gemma started an argument that I tried to walk away from. Yes I hit her. I don't owe you an explanation."

"The hell you don't," he seethes.

Tara folds her arms. "Oh? Does that mean I can demand explanations from you then? Tell me, how is Colette these days?" Tara raises an incredulous eyebrow and ignores the way her throat burns when she says the woman's name. "Your mother couldn't wait to reveal how much time the two of you are spending together."

Jax's eyebrows draw together sharply. "I have-"

"Save it. I really don't want to know."

Jax clenches his jaw. The muscles of his throat move as he swallows. He glares at her, eyes narrowed furiously. "The last time you had a fight with my mother, it ended in a fake miscarriage. I'm sure you can understand why I'm concerned."

Tara's breath catches in her throat. Shame claws at her throat, but she still can't bring herself to apologize.

"What do you want Jax?" Tara asks tiredly. "I've had plenty of fights with your mother and you've never intervened before-"

"Do you want a divorce?"

All of her breath leaves her. "What?" she says meaning to sound cold and detached. Unfortunately she can't control the way her voice shakes.

"Do you want to divorce me?"

Tara remains speechless.

Jax laughs sardonically. "Thats what you wanted wasn't it? You wanted to take the boys and leave Charming. Leave me."

Her eyes fill with tears. "Jax," she whispers.

"So what's stopping you? Is it the baby? 'Cause you've made it clear that you don't want me involved-"

"That is not true!" Tara interrupts furiously. Her voice raises in agitation as she steps closer to him. She's pretty sure that she can see a curtain twitching in the house across the street and wonders when the hell her neighbors decided to get nosy. "Do you really think that I'd keep the baby away from you?"

"Why not? You've tried to take the boys from me."

Tara clenches her jaw. "I was trying to protect them! You might want to stay here but they don't have to. We've been through this. I don't want to have the same argument again Jackson. It's been two months and I'm still here. You even had me followed. What else do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not going anywhere?"

"What? Now that you're pregnant you don't want to run anymore? If you want to run so much then get rid of it-"

She slaps him.

The sting of her hand has nothing to do with the tears that fall from her eyes. "How can you even say that?" she whispers.

He doesn't reply. His face is unreadable but she see's the slight regret in his eyes.

"I'm done," she says simply. Tara turns back to the house.

"Do you know why I slept with Colette?"

She pauses by the door. "Fuck you Jax."

"The first time, I was lonely. You were inside. You refused to see me. And then there was this woman who wanted me, she wanted to take care of me-"

She had suspected that Jax had been with the pretty blonde, but to have it confirmed tore her apart all over again. Tara whirls around in a fit of rage. "Are you seriously saying that it's my fault you slept with another woman?"

"She was there Tara. That was it."

"And the second? Did you trip and your dick just happened to fall inside her?"

Jax looks her dead in the eye and says, "I wanted to hurt you."

"Well congratulations baby. You hurt me." Tara brushes away her tears. "You've always loved the fact that since we were fourteen, women have been lining up to fuck you. When I came back, I dealt with it because I never actually thought that you would pay attention to the porn stars and prostitutes, not when you claimed that I was the only one you wanted." Tara smiled bitterly. "More fool me right?"

She goes into the house and pretends that she doesn't hear him calling her name.

Oliver is sitting outside of her house when she's loading the boys into her car. After weeks of him following her around, she's become accustomed to his presence. She waves happily to him as she straps Thomas into his car seat. She drops Abel off at school and drives over to St Thomas. Thomas smiles happily at her when she picks him up, happy to be out of his car seat. Noticing the shadow looming over them, Tara turns to Oliver and raises an eyebrow in question.

"Is everything okay, Dr Knowles?" he asks hesitantly. Even though he's been following her for weeks, he's still nervous around her. "You don't normally work Tuesdays."

Tara smiles reassuringly at him. "Everything's fine. I've got my scan today, that's all."

"Oh, well.. Congratulations, I guess." Oliver scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Does Jax know?"

Tara's blood runs cold at the mention of her husband. Their fight from last night is at the forefront of her mind, but she pushes it away determinedly. Nobody was going to ruin this moment for her. Not even Jackson Teller.

"No, he doesn't," she replies coldly.

Tara turns on her heel and just as she's going through the main entrance, she turns and see Oliver flipping his phone open and dialing a number.

She drops Thomas off at daycare, checks in with the receptionist and counts down the seconds.

And sure enough, not ten minutes later Jax is bursting through the waiting room and asking the receptionist if his wife's here. She want's the ground to swallow her up when his worried eyes land on her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he hisses under his breath when he takes a seat next to her.

"Because we're fighting. In fact I don't even want to talk to you right now."

"Tough," he whispers. "I had to find out from the damned prospect that my wife has gone for our baby's scan. I've told you, I want to be involved with this shit." Jax shifts awkwardly on the uncomfortable faux leather seats, his eyes darting around the waiting room filled with pregnant women and uncomfortable men as if he's expecting a Mayan to jump out and whip his gun out.

Tara bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling at his discomfort. "The prospect's called Oliver. It wouldn't kill you to learn his name."

"And it wouldn't kill you to pick up the damn phone and tell me about doctors appointments," he snaps back.

Tara pushes back her guilt. "I didn't think that you'd be interested."

"Yeah, well I am-"

"Dr Knowles?" a young nurse calls out nervously. She glances at Jax longer than necessary and blushes when Tara raises an eyebrow at her. "D-Dr Cooper will see you now." The nurse scrapers away, and she doesn't have to turn around to see Jax's smirk.

"Can you turn the charm off just long enough to see our baby? I'm sure the nurse will let you into her panties later," Tara mutters bitterly before pushing past him and stalking down the hall.

The cold gel against her stomach makes her tense for a moment. She does her best to ignore Jax hovering by her head and instead tries to focus on Dr Cooper. Dr Cooper is a kind but stern woman in her late fifties who delivered Thomas. There was never a doubt in her mind that she wanted Dr Cooper to be her doctor during her second pregnancy.

"Are you okay?" Jax asks anxiously when he notices her tense.

Part of her wants to tell him to fuck off and leave them be but Dr Cooper answers for her.

"She's fine, Mr Teller. The gel's a little cold is all." The wand moves over her bare stomach. Tara's eyes never leave the screen the moment she spots the little blob on the screen. She can hear Dr Cooper explaining everything to Jax, but all of her attention is fixed on the black, white and grey image in front of her. Her heart quickens in her chest when she realizes that this is real.

They're going to have another baby.

Tara blinks sharply and pretends that her eyes aren't suspiciously damp when Jax leans closer to the machine exclaiming, "I can't see it, Doc."

"Here, see?" Tara says softly. She pulls the ultrasound machine closer to them and points on the screen.

"Oh," Jax says. "Oh."

She smiles at the wonder in his voice. He never got this with Thomas. The one ultrasound that he could attend was filled with nervous dread in case she had miscarried when she was tied to a post in Salazar's aunt's house. The smile on his face is gentle. Her fingers twitch with the urge to reach for him.

"It kind of looks like a bean."

"Jax!"

Dr Cooper laughs as she removes the wand and hands Tara some tissue to remove the gel. "I assure you, Mr Teller, it's a baby."

After picking Thomas up from daycare, she is careful not to look at Jax as he walks her back to the car. The smile on her face is hard to wipe away despite her best efforts. There's a small spark of excitement bubbling in her stomach at the idea of having another baby. For the first time in months, there's something in her life to look forward. Despite the fact that her life is so fucked up right now, this baby is a good thing. The ultrasound picture is tucked safely away in her purse next to a picture of Abel and Thomas, and she can't help but imagine a little girl with blonde curls and blue eyes.

"I didn't mean it," Jax says, breaking her away from her thoughts as soon as they are alone in the parking lot. Tara raises an eyebrow at him. He shifts Thomas in his arms to prevent him from tugging on his beard and looks at her sheepishly. With a rush of shock, she realizes that he's nervous. She has known him all of her life, has loved him for half of it, and she can count the number of times that he's been nervous around her on one hand.

Thomas giggles happily as he tries again to grab Jax's beard. Jax shifts him again and grimaces when Thomas finally manages wrap his tiny fist around his beard. Tara hides a smile. "I didn't mean it, what I said about getting rid of the baby." He almost looks ashamed of himself. "The shit that went on with my mom, I was angry. I know that you wouldn't-"

"No, I wouldn't." She looks at Thomas and feels shame creeping in. She wouldn't do that now, but she was going to before. "I thought about it, with Thomas," she whispers. Jax's eyes darken but he remains quiet. "I was alone and scared. Abel was gone, and I blamed myself. I wasn't ready for a baby, we weren't ready for a baby. And I was pretty sure you hated me then."

Tara runs a hand through Thomas's soft hair and smiles at him when his blue eyes fix on her. "I look at him now and thank the universe that Salazar took me that day." Jax sucks in a sharp breath. Tara looks at him again and smiles bitterly. "It's sick isn't it? That he was the one who made me realize that I wanted to keep him. He was about to kick me in the stomach and I knew then that despite everything, I wanted a family with you and Abel. I can't imagine my life without any of you.

"Maybe it would be easier. I mean, we can barely have a conversation that doesn't end in tears so how are we meant to raise another baby? Maybe it's better if I did terminate the pregnancy. But I won't." Tara takes a deep breath. "I'm done running Jax. I'm not going to take the boys from you, and I'm not going to take this baby from you."

Some of the tension leaves him, and though she still wants out of Charming, she feels as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders now that she's told him the truth. Jax takes a step closer to her and it takes everything in her not to reach for him. "But where does this leave us, Tara?"

"I don't know," she whispers.

"Do you want to divorce me?" he asks calmly, but his mouth is set in a grim line and she can see the storm brewing behind his eyes.

"I have never wanted to divorce you. It was my only way out-"

"But now?" he interrupts.

Tara is silent for a while, carefully considering her answer. The longer they stand in silence, the tenser Jax becomes.

"No. But I don't see any other way that this can end Jax," she whispers sadly. Tara blinks away her tears, not wanting to cry in front of Thomas.

Jax swallows and she can see him trying to control his anger. "If you think that I'm going to let you divorce me, you have another thing coming babe."

"Jackson-"

He shifts Thomas in his arms again. He's looking at her with a passion in his eyes that has been missing for months now. He takes another step closer with much more confidence this time. "No! Do you honestly think that this is the end of us? We've overcome so much shit Tara, this is just another bump in the road."

"Do you think I want this to be the end?" Tara asks incredulously. "We've hurt each other in the worst possible ways, and I can't ever forget that. How can we come back from that? I love you, so much. But we don't trust each other-"

"I trust you."

Tara rolls her eyes impatiently. "No you don't."

"I trust you," he says with so much confidence that she can almost believe him. "You were protecting the boys. I don't agree with what you did, but I still trust you."

Tara looks at him in disbelief, but the fight suddenly goes out of her. "Maybe you do trust me. But I don't trust you," she says sadly. A tears falls and she wipes it away impatiently. "I'm tired of fucking crying all the time! Please, Jax. I can't talk about this anymore," she says, her voice cracking.

He looks ready to fight her again until Thomas whimpers. They both look at their little boy, and Tara's heart breaks. His little face stares at them back and forth, his face twisted in confusion. Tara tries to smile reassuringly at him. Jax sighs and presses a gentle kiss to his soft hair. Jax passes Thomas to her, and before she can step away from him, he presses a tender kiss to her forehead. "We are not over Tara," he says with confidence. "And if you don't want to fight for us, that's fine. But I will always fight for you."