Outlander

The Love Lasts

February 20 1747 (Claire's Pov)
I wake up early in the morning and see Jamie with Brian in the chair.
"Shh wee laddie, dinna want to wake up your mother,"
He looks at and sees me awake.
"Oh, we already woke her." He says smiling at Brian.
Brian starts crying again and Jamie sighs.
"Dinna fash, I'm not that scary," he jokes.
"Jamie, come to bed, that will calm him," I say patting my hand on the bed.
I sits down and Brian immediately falls asleep.
"Christ, I stood there for 20 minutes trying to keep him calm," he says even a little annoyed.
"And why exactly didn't you wake me?"
"Because you wanted to sleep, and I need to be able to take care of my own children to,"
"Jamie. I can take care of them, everybody can, you just need to find out what they are comfortable with," I say taking Brian from him and putting him in his bed.
"Or they just don't like me," he says looking away.
"Jamie," I say sitting in his lap. "They do like you, Faith loves you so much, when we were away from you she asked every single day when she would see you again, and Brian is still to young to be able to express anything, he cries too when I hold him,"
He looks at me and I put my hand on his cheek.
"I love you," he whispers.
I smile. "I love you to, Jamie, forever."
He puts his hands on my waist, pulls me close and kisses me.
I kiss him back, push him down on the bed and lay on top of him.
He grabs my laces of my shift and pulls them loose.
I kiss him passionately and he lays me on my back with him on me.
"Jamie.. Brian is here too remember," I say with labored breath.
"Aye, so make no squeaking noises Claire," he says kissing my lips, neck and bosoms.
"I do not make squeaking noises," I say lifting his head.
He smiles and continues.
After 10 minutes he lays next to me again.
He makes small cirkels on my chest while looking at me smiling.
"We should get out, there is a lot of work to do on the house," I say standing up.
"Aye,"

I'm washing the cloths and trying to get it dry on the line by the main house.
"Milady!" Fergus yells running towards me.
"What is it Fergus?"
"Milord, he got hurt trying to build something," he says out of breathe.
"Where is he?" I ask worried.
"By the house, but he didn't want you to come to him,"
"Why not? He's hurt!"
"He didn't want you to worry about him," he says.
"Well I'm going anyways," I say walking towards the house.
"Jamie! What have you done?" I say upset after seeing him.
"It's just a scratch, nothing serious," he say annoyed.
In his leg is a deep cut and he's lost a lot of blood.
"Jamie, there is a lot of blood and the cut is very deep." I say checking the wound.
"How did you know I was hurt?"
"Fergus," I say coldly.
"Are ye upset with me?" He asks looking at me.
"Yes Jamie, I am upset,"
"Why?"
"Why? Why? You are wounded but to stubborn to get help, even from your own wife, what did you think, you'd come to bed tonight and I wouldn't notice?" I say angry.
"Well that would've been a problem for later," he says casually.
I look at him angry while pouring some alcohol in his wound.
"Christ, I know that your mad but you could've given me a warning,"
"I have treated enough of your wounds, I could've known this step was coming," I say grabbing the needle and treat.
After I finished fixing his wound I walked of again.
"Claire please don't be mad," I hear him say.
I look at him and say. "We'll talk tonight, I'm going to the market."
"I love you Claire," he yells.

After is was done at the market I was making my way home when a strange man came to me.
"Ma'am, may I ask you a question?" He asks.
"Yes ofcourse, what can I help you with?" I say not showing him that I actually wanted to go away.
"Can you tell me the directions to Balriggan?"
"Yes, of course. You just have to go that way and the left and then just in one line forwards." I say pointing at the direction.
"Thank ye so much, one more thing," he says.
"Yes," I say and turn around.
The man is standing very close to me now and hits me on the head with his gun, knocking me unconscious.

February 20 1747 (Jamie's pov)
It's already supper time and Claire is no' home yet.
At first I didn't worry when I took a wee bit longer, but she has been away almost all day now.
"Jamie, is Claire no' coming for supper?" Jenny asks when I walk in the kitchen.
"I dinna ken, she went to the market, but she isn't back yet,"
"She'll be fine," she says. "Why do ye look so worried Jamie? She's a strong lass."
"I ken that, but we were arguing when she left, so I am kinda worried,"
"Doing something on purpose to upset ye is nothing for Claire, really," she said putting her hand on my shoulder.
I nod and help her with supper.
When Claire didn't return in the evening I was really worried.
What if something happend to her? Or what if she left? What if she's dead?
Oh Christ, I didn't want to think about that.
I lay down in bed and close my eyes.
I try to think that she'll come home and she'll lay beside me.
In the middle of the night I wake up and search with my hand for Claire.
She still not there and I'm really worried now.
I walk downstairs and there is no one, so I go outside with a plaid and sit down on a bench.
I look at the road trying to get her to appear.
I close my eyes and fall asleep again.