[ sooner rather than later, wanting to take a strip off jax's hide for everything he did will overwhlem relief at seeing him again. for now the only thing worse than having to be near him is being alone. ]
Don't, just— hold me, okay? [ she presses his hand into her belly a little too hard. ] Hold us.
[ it's not a solution. it's not much of anything, and jax knows it. but she's got his hand against her stomach, and that's what wins out, beats out the urge to cut and run ( stupid and childish and immature, but jax teller's not perfect ) because tara knowles will always have the ability to reel him in. she's had hooks in him since they were kids. nothing's changed. ]
Okay.
[ quietly, begrudgingly, but he kisses her forehead, doesn't take his hand away. ]
Try to sleep.
[ not that either of them have since they got here, but. ]
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Don't, just— hold me, okay? [ she presses his hand into her belly a little too hard. ] Hold us.
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Okay.
[ quietly, begrudgingly, but he kisses her forehead, doesn't take his hand away. ]
Try to sleep.
[ not that either of them have since they got here, but. ]