Someone who would tell you you're beautiful but not too often…

Tara smoothed out the blue dress as it skimmed her body. She knew that she had lost the weight that she had carried since having Thomas but still felt slightly self-conscious. Even more so as she thought about all the eyes that would be staring at her as she stood next to Lyla at the altar. Tara closed her eyes, as she refused to look at herself in the mirror anymore. She shook her head, every woman is conscious about how she looks, she reasoned.

She stared down at her left hand and once again admired the new diamond ring that adorned her wedding finger. Tara smiled as she remembered that less than two hours ago Jax had proposed. Probably not in the way that she had always dreamt of, but then again Jackson Teller had never professed to be the world's most romantic man, yet it had been perfect. He was getting out and he wanted to move away, marry her and live their lives in peace with their two boys.

Reluctantly she removed the ring. She was conscious of this being Opie and Lyla's day and if Tara showed up sporting a rock like this people would start asking questions and that wouldn't be fair on the happy couple. Tara, however, couldn't help but feel the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Soon it would be her and Jax standing at the altar, making their vows.

Thomas's cries started to fill the house and Tara crashed back into reality, away from the dreams of her own wedding day. She walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. Abel was colouring in his book, his new favourite hobby, his pictures scattered on the floor, no doubt to show his adoring father. Jax was kneeling next to Abel but was fussing over a screaming Thomas. He looked slightly scared and Tara realised that even though she had regularly brought Thomas to visit Jax in prison, the two still needed time to bond on familiar territory. She watched for a few moments as Jax held his youngest son, rocking him gently in an attempt to settle him.

"What's wrong buddy?" he stared down at Thomas, a slight panic rising up in Jax. He'd changed his diaper only ten minutes ago, he'd been bathed earlier. Jax put his hand against his little boy's face, his temperature seemed normal. Tara had only fed him half an hour ago.

"Maybe you just don't like your old man, huh?" Jax asked. It had always weighed heavy in Jax's mind since going into jail that maybe his boys might forget him in Abel's case, or, for Thomas, just not bond with him.

Tara noted the wide eyed panic on Jax's face and realised his concern. She stepped forward, looking down at her baby son that Jax cradled in his arms. She leaned down and addressed Thomas "Don't worry sweetheart, he grows on you"

Jax looked up at her and softly smiled. He rocked Thomas some more "I don't know what's wrong with him. He's been fed, his diaper's clean and he's not hot so I don't think he's ill"

Tara chuckled as she watched Jax desperately try to rock Thomas to sleep "You're holding him the wrong way. He doesn't like to lie down in your arms, he likes to sit up"

Jax's brows knitted together and he shifted Thomas so that he could sit up and so that Jax could cradle him against his chest. Thomas' cries soon died down and he nestled peacefully against Jax's chest, safe in his father's arms. Jax smiled, happy that he had learnt a small quirk about his son.

"Guess I'm still learning, huh?" Jax whispered as he looked down at his youngest boy. Thomas was a perfect mix of both he and Tara, with his mother's dark hair and pale skin and yet his blue eyes were identical to Jax's . Jax loved that fact that Thomas resembled the two of them so strongly, that people could clearly see that he was their child together.

"You'll get there, it just takes a little time" Tara replied as she bent down to kiss Abel's blonde head, whilst picking up some of his drawings in an attempt to make the room look at little tidier. Jax took a moment to watch her and was reminded of how much he had missed her. As teenagers they barely spent time apart, with Tara practically moving into the clubs dorm with him in the few months before she left. They were inseparable, so much so that it drove him crazy when he had to go on runs with the club. It had been like Tara had been a drug that Jax couldn't get enough off, nor had he wanted to be weaned off her.

Tara stood up and straightened, smoothing the blue dress that she wore. It was then that Jax noticed the absence of her engagement ring.

He smoothed down Thomas' soft hair but gave Tara a questioning look "Where's your ring?"

Tara looked across at Jax, momentarily savouring the sight of him cradling their beautiful son, but then flattened out her left hand and looked down at her finger "Oh, I took it off. I figured that if I wore it then people would start to ask questions and I don't want to take the limelight off of Opie and Lyla. Is that ok?"

Jax pressed his lips together and smiled smugly. He admired the fact that Tara would be more concerned about Opie and Lyla's feelings then her own. He knew that not many other women would be that thoughtful. "Babe, that's fine. We'll celebrate in our own way"

She nodded, confident that she hadn't hurt his feelings and walked towards him, holding her arms out for him to place Thomas in them. "You better go and get showered. We have to leave in half an hour and Aleeta's coming in ten minutes"

Jax nodded, carefully placing Thomas in Tara's arms so that they wouldn't disrupt their son's sleep. Jax took a brief moment to look over Tara's outfit and slender figure. A concerned look was etched on his face.

"You're not wearing that to the wedding are you?" his eyes lingering on the cobalt blue material.

Tara's head shot up to look at Jax, self-consciously bringing her hand to her waistline. "Er, yeah. It's the dress that Lyla chose. You don't like it?"

Jax pursed his lips and shook his head nonchalantly whilst examining the dress once more "It's not that, it's just that I don't think you're allowed to outshine the bride on her wedding day, that's all"

Jax grinned at her and Tara closed her eyes, tilting her head as she smiled shyly "You think I look good baby?"

Jax slowly licked his lips as his eyes met hers again. She was perfect, she always had been. "I would say you look beautiful but I wouldn't want you to get a big head"

And he quickly pecked her on the lips before he walked down the hallway to the bathroom, shouting behind him "I'm marrying one hot girl!"

And Tara's giggles filled the room as he left, all of the self-conscious feelings that she had previously had melting away from her.