The first thing she registers in her mind is a thick haze. Very hazy. Her mind feeling like it weighed a ton. She hears ringing or a high pitched noise. Her head is pounding. Just in the position she is in is almost excruciating.

She feels like her entire body is bruised and battered. Especially her abdomen. My baby…. Unconsciously her arms move, or at least attempt to move, to her abdomen. Feeling tugging and as if something is being ripped out of her arms, she stops, groaning in pain.

Trying to swallow, her eyes finally shoot open as she realizes there is a tube in her mouth and down her throat. Looking around she realizes she is in the hospital and she can hear a monitor beeping uncontrollably. Trying not to panic, her arms and hands flail for the side of the hospital bed so she can hit the call or emergency button.

One of her hands is caught by a larger hand, the familiar roughness and thick bands soothing her. She hears a voice, "Shhhh, relax babe." That voice that has saved her, loved her and haunted her throughout her life. Finally a face appears in her field of vision. The handsome face of her husband, her protector, her love, "the doctors on her way," he says around that gorgeous smirk he gets, his clear blue eyes calm her. He leans down to her so that he can kiss all over her face, resting his bearded cheek against hers, her fingers held tightly in his, his thumb passing over the scar that ran the entire width of her hand.

Her vision blurs over with tears as she tries to calm her breathing. As a doctor she logically knows that the machine is doing the breathing for her, but it's still terrifying waking up to something forced down your throat. My baby… she looks as far down as she can but knows something has happened, that she was no longer is carrying her baby in her womb.

As if on que, a fussy, hungry cry sounded through the room. Her eyes shifting in the direction of the cry, she inhaled as sharply as the tube would allow, nudging Jax.

Jax couldn't help but to chuckle at their daughter's timing. Of course she 'spoke up' right when her mother needed to hear it most, "She's beautiful babe. A fighter," he promises softly. He watches as her green eyes brighten in joy and wonder.

A whole flurry of motion began to happen around them with nursing staff from the ICU, NICU and the neurologist all entering the room. "Good to see you awake, Dr. Knowles," the young neurologist that Tara was friendly with, Dr. Greene greeted. "How about we remove that thing from your throat, huh?"

"I'm going to lower you down now, Dr. Knowles," one of the nurses said, looking to Jax.

"Let me change her diaper," Jax said, "It's time for her next bottle. After your exam, I'll bring her over so you can hold her." Tara's eyes water at the idea, nodding her head in approval, the cheeks lifting in an automatic smile around the mouth piece. "I love you babe," he whispered, kissing her hand gently.

Tara relaxed as much as she could as she was lowered down.

After snapping on her gloves, Dr. Greene moved to stand next the head of the bed, she removed the tubing that provided the oxygen, then prepared for the removal of the internal tube, "One the count of 3 I want you to exhale as hard as you can, okay?" she smiled down at Tara.

Tara nodded her head in understanding.

Placing her hand on the piece over Tara's mouth, "One, two, three….."

Tara exhaled as hard as she could, the tube easily slid out of her trachea and esophagus. Tara gagged, choked and coughed the entire thing out, her arms automatically moving to the sore tenderness that was around her middle. She coughed and sputtered after the tube was removed, dropping her head back into the pillow, her hand then went to her forehead as her head began to pound again. She gasped for air in big gulps. A straw and Styrofoam cup appeared next to her mouth, "Take a few sips of water, Dr. Knowles," the doctor suggested.

Tara mouth blindly groped for the straw as her eyes automatically landed on the plastic incubator and the back of her shirtless husband. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised that he was shirtless, or that he was shirtless with his huge Sons of Anarchy full back mural, reaper and all on full display, and the young nursing staff acted as if they didn't care in the least.

She must have been looking at him in confusion because the nurse holding the Styrofoam cup next to her mouth offered, "He told us that you once told him that preemies and newborns in general, like your sons and daughter, really needed that skin to skin contact with their parents to feel comfort, love and safe. He's done it since the doctor gave him the okay to hold her."

Tara looked at Jax with tears in her eyes again. To see a man like him being so loving, caring and compassionate.

"You're very lucky to have such a protective, devoted and loving man in your life, Dr. Knowles," the nurse continued.

Jax turned around with their daughter in his arms, one of his thick fingers being gripped by a tiny fist, well the other fist grabbed a hand full of beard. He smiled down at his daughter, cooing soft nonsensical words to her. "Somebody very important wants to meet you beautiful girl. I think it's time to figure out a name for you, don't you princess?"

Jax walked her over to the bed, gently laying a pillow over Tara's abdomen, "This is the woman I've been telling you about princess, this is your beautiful mommy." He gently laid the baby into Tara's ready and waiting arms.

"Hey sweet girl," Tara spoke softly, but as loudly as she could at the moment, the smile only growing bigger. "Ooooh Jax…" she said in wonder.

"I told you she was beautiful, just like you," he smiled proudly, kissing the top of Tara's head. "I waited til you woke up to name her."

"I still like Samantha Rose Teller," she rasped out, her eyes never leaving the new little life that they had created.

"Sounds perfect," Jax kissed her forehead tenderly

AN: we will get to the WTF happened soon I promise LOL