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Our Son, The Wedding Morning, Chapter 16.

Moodboard by the lovely @balfeheughlywed

I was grateful for three things the night before the wedding; firstly, that I had the good mind before Jamie left, to ask him to keep Willie that night, I had a hairdresser’s appointment with Jenny the next morning being my main excuse. Number two was that Jenny wanted to go to bed early due to her lingering hangover, which consequently meant I didn’t have to sit up drinking champagne and trying not to let her see I had been an emotional wreck moments before. Number three was the sleeping tablets I had brought with me for flying, I swallowed one and downed two glasses of wine from the fridge. I barely remembered my head touching the pillow.

I woke the following morning and gave myself a stern talking to, I felt fresh, rested and my fighting spirit had returned. I owed Jenny Fraser soon to be Murray a lot and today was her day, it was not about me or Jamie. I intended to put my best foot forward and appreciate her special day, also make equally sure everything was as it should be for her.

We returned to Lallybroch from a giggly morning sipping champagne in the hairdressers. The morning was ladies only, with the male party getting ready in Jamie’s cottage. I hadn’t spotted him that morning, and I was thankful of that in order to keep my newly positive attitude ongoing.

A beautician was coming to the main house to do our make-up. We laughed and reminisced about Jenny’s early days with Ian, Ellen telling funny stories about Jamie and Jenny as children. We went up to Jenny’s room to get dressed, Dressing Jenny first, she looked stunning, one of the most beautiful brides I had ever seen. Ellen placed a pearl necklace around her neck and said “yer something old love”, Jenny smiled back and said “aye and I ken ye told me I have to give them back”, Ellen nodded, “that is right they are Jamie’s to give to his wife, when he weds.” she looked at me softly and said “and I dinna think Claire would appreciate ye taking them on her.”

“I don’t think so Ellen” I said smiling and shaking my head, face downcast. Hoping to god that the tears threatening to fall didn’t show in my eyes. “Dinna laugh at me” Ellen said playfully. “Jamie Fraser has nay had eyes for anyone since ye came with Lamb four years ago, isna that right Janet?”

Jenny rolled her eyes at her mother “will ya stop mam ye are embarrassing Claire, ye will not be happy until he produces that ring again!” Jenny said breezily, admiring herself in the full length mirror as she spoke.

“What ring?” I stuttered out. Jenny’s eyes went wide for a minute and she threw an imploring look at Ellen. Whatever she had said, it was a mistake.

Ellen looked at me and took my two hands in hers, “its nay Jenny’s story to tell aye…she shouldna said anything.”

My eyes filled with tears, Ellen sighed and took a moment to think, she pressed her lips together and cautiously said “he brought a ring to Boston before, please dinna ask any more Claire cause I really canna say.” Ellen blurted and then threw a stern look at the bride.

Silence consumed the room. I kept looking at my ring finger. Did Ellen mean Jamie had come to Boston to propose? When?

“Well then” Jenny cleared her throat and said “I think it is time we went downstairs to see what Da thinks of us.” I tried to rid my dazzled brain of all thoughts of rings and made my way down stairs holding Jenny’s train.

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Jenny had come to Boston to shop for her wedding and bridesmaid dress, we had a boozy lunch and then hit the bridal boutiques. Jenny had let me feel in control of what I choose, although I knew she had an exact design in mind and until we hit on it we would play the “ach that is lovely Claire but I dinna think it suits ye” game. Eventually for her own dress, she settled on a 40’s style vintage gown with beautiful lace detail. Jenny had steered me towards, a two piece dress, the skirt was tulle and floaty, it was icy blue in color. Jenny said it matched the Fraser eyes, I remember standing in the shop and thinking of Jamie’s eyes, not Willies or Jenny’s but Jamie’s, absently remembering they were much bluer and warmer than the skirt.

The top was white silk, a round neck and sleeveless. Jenny seen my hesitance at wearing something so girlie, sold it by saying “Ach Claire, it has pockets for yer wee bits”. Practicality out winning for me, secretly I wanted to look good. Even over a year ago when I picked that dress, I bought it thinking of what Jamie would think of me when he saw me in it. Now walking back up to my cottage to retrieve my camera and phone, hair piled on top of my head and a warm breeze hitting my face, I felt positively swishy and girl like, a very uncommon feeling for me.

Approaching my cottage I spotted Ian, Jamie and Willie outside having their photos taken by the photographer. Jamie had his hand draped around Ian’s shoulder and was holding Willie in his arms, he looked decadent, breath takingly handsome and my heart released a pang for him and only for him. I tried to brush it off and proceeded on to see them, “Oh my, you boys scrub up well!” I announced cheerfully. Jamie was going to get my friendliest version of me for the day, it was his sister’s wedding and whatever was going on between us, I knew I cared enough about him to make sure he enjoyed it too.

They hadn’t spotted me until I spoke, so when they turned to look Ian’s broad smile and whistling gesture made me blush. Jamie’s mouth hung open a little, eyes wider than normal, a little pride ran from the pit of my tummy to my face at the affect I had on him. He didn’t speak. I went to fix the flower in Willie’s lapel, he wrapped his little arms around my neck and said “yer the prettiest girl here mama”, I tut tutted him and said “you haven’t seen your aunty Jenny yet.” When I looked up Jamie was staring at me, he quickly glanced away.

The photographer on seeing me, checked a list from his pocket and said “the bride has asked that we get one shot of her brother, his son and Claire?” eyebrows creased in question to see if I was Claire. “yep that is me” I said helpfully. “Great can I get one of you over by the tree.” Jamie, Willie and I made for the tree, Willie taking a hand each and swinging between us, shouting eagerly “look at me mama” and “higher Da”. The photographer probably seeing this family scene unfold before him presumed wrongly Jamie was my husband, and I his wife. “ok if you two can bend down on your hunkers as if chatting to your little lad there”, we both willingly obliged, “now Jamie if you can put your arm around your wife’s shoulders, yes just like that…” Jamie didn’t correct him just followed his instructions. “Aye that’s it and if ye two can look at each other, and wee Willie here can look up at ye”, the photographer continued. “Jamie I don’t think…”, I tried to point out these poses were going to appear if we were man and wife if we didn’t correct him. “ssh Claire, let the man do his work” was all I got in response from Jamie, he has to look directly at me for the pose, he took it to another level by boring into my eyes. The second time the photographer referred to me as Jamie’s wife, I opened my mouth to speak, Jamie just squeezed my shoulder tighter. Suddenly the ring and him bringing it to Boston was foremost in my mind and I couldn’t bring myself to say it either. The photographer positioned us into a pose and snapped several times, finally saying, “they are great thank you, ye are a good looking family.”

By the time we were finished with the photographer, Ian was standing near the tree waiting. I presumed they had to get more shots taken and made to head for the cottage. Ian called me back “Claire can I have a quick word?” Jamie shot him a look and Ian offered “just something I have for Jenny…” Jamie’s face relaxed slightly and I made to walk up to my cottage with Ian.

I waited looking at Ian expectantly once we reached the cottage, “are you ok Ian? You look nervous?” he was looking over my shoulder for a minute and he looked back at me absentmindedly “Mmm…oh aye ya just a wee bit nervous…how is Jenny” he started, “Oh she is so excited, she looks amazing, wait until you see her”, I replied.

His face lit up at hearing about Jenny, and then grew serious again, “I eh..I..actually wanted to talk to ye about Jamie, Claire.” My face instantly went red, “what…I mean..what do you want to say about Jamie?” I stuttered out.

“weel”, he started, “I heard Laoghaire came by his place yesterday and said somethings to ye that were unpleasant” he said the last word as if he had dirt in his mouth. “She didn’t actually say anything to me, but she made sure I heard” I explained, my gaze stuck to the ground, humiliation creeping up on me again at the memory. “Aye weel, Jamie isna good at … the truth of it Claire is that when it comes to ye, Jamie loses all sensible reason…so I wanted to speak to ye on his behalf as such…although I ken fine well he may no appreciate it.” He pursed his lips and bowed his head, for reassurance he could continue.

I swallowed and nodded, “Ian this is your wedding day, you don’t need to worry yourself about me or Jamie, honestly we are both grown-ups”, I said smiling. I really didn’t want this, Ian did not have to take up his time with Jamie or me, especially today.

“No Claire” he said surely, “I do.”

“I set Jamie up with Laoghaire a couple of months back, she is a cousin of mine…aye?” he blurted out. Seeing I wasn’t interrupting, he kept going.

“Claire…I ken you may no feel like believing Jamie at the moment but I hope ye have some faith in what I tell ye”, a shy smile appearing on his lips.

“The thing is …well…Jamie has never moved on really from ye since ye came that first time and Willie or no, I think he always hoped that there might be some future for ye…he hadna well…he hadna passed too much heed to any woman since Willie was born and to be honest Claire, I dinna think it was healthy…then when Jenny and I went to Boston to visit ye, I kent ye were dating, nothing serious Jenny tells me but I felt…well I should tell him…Aye?”

I nodded again, wondering how Jamie had felt about my sporadic unsuccessful dates, yet he wouldn’t have known that they were just that unsuccessful.

Ian wavered before speaking again “so I pushed him a bit to take Laoghaire out…waste of bloody time” he rolled his eyes “even if she didn’t require the patience of jobe…his heart is set on you Claire and when ye came back, even a blind man could see how he is about ye”.

Ian reached forward and squeezed my shoulder “I ken he had a notion ye might let Willie come here for a year to school and that…but Claire ye would be wrong in thinking that is just about having Willie here!” he raised his eyebrows and said, “for god sake Claire, the man has started building ye a house!” Ian’s exasperation clear in his voice. “It’s for Willie”, I said meekly. Ian let a long sigh out and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, whatever he wanted to say, he was clearly deciding whether he should tell me or not. Eventually he said “I saw those plans, afore he started building did ye ken that?” his mouth curled to one side. “no, Jamie said only his parents had seen it”, “aye that is true, he dinna bring me up yet, but before he started building, he got me to take a look at the plans see what I thought”, “oh ok”, I replied not really knowing where Ian was going with this. “written over yer little apartment was no ‘Claire’s apartment or granny flat, do ye ken what he called it?” I shook my head. “Claire’s surgery.” I swallowed hard, I could feel a lump climbing up my throat.

“Anyway”, he continued trying to steer away from me breaking down altogether, “Laoghaire may well turn up today…not as Jamie’s guest”, he added quickly, “she had been invited as she is family”, another eye roll. “I just dinna want ye thinking that she is here because of Jamie” a sheepish expression on his face. “I would say how he is feeling right now, he would gladly fire her into the mill and watch her float downstream!” Ian paused an intake of breath “it’s too late to uninvite her, as she will only cause a stramish…and Jenny will no be pleased.” We laughed at that “but I am sorry she is here and I am more sorry, I interfered at all, I shouldna have told Jamie ye were dating in Boston…its only I got the impression ye maybe were no pining after him…like he was after you…and well after Inverness…” colour creeping into Ian’s cheeks, “I can see that is no the case, ye have something special Claire, dinna throw it away”, Ian let out a sigh of relief at telling his part in all of this “god this marrit thing has gone to me head, I sound like bloody Oprah”, he finished laughing.

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It is killing me. What is the fic where jamie and Claire are exes and the first chapter is when Claire runs into him on the tube in London? Thank youuuuuuuuu

Hey Nonnie!

The story you are describing sounds a lot like The Rivers Between Us by JMoonrise. You can find it here on A03!

Happy Reading!

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Our Son, The Wedding Morning, Chapter 16.

Moodboard by the lovely @balfeheughlywed

“What ring?” I stuttered out. Jenny’s eyes went wide for a minute and she threw an imploring look at Ellen. Whatever she had said, it was a mistake.

Ellen looked at me and took my two hands in hers, “its nay Jenny’s story to tell aye…she shouldna said anything.”

Silence consumed the room. I kept looking at my ring finger. Did Ellen mean Jamie had come to Boston to propose? When?

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“No Claire” he said surely, “I do.”

“I set Jamie up with Laoghaire a couple of months back, she is a cousin of mine…aye?” he blurted out. Seeing I wasn’t interrupting, he kept going.

“Claire…I ken you may no feel like believing Jamie at the moment but I hope ye have some faith in what I tell ye”, a shy smile appearing on his lips.

I nodded again, wondering how Jamie had felt about my sporadic unsuccessful dates, yet he wouldn’t have known that they were just that unsuccessful.

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Our Son, Trust. Chapter 15.

As ususo credit to @balfeheughlywed for the fab moodboard

I quickly turned on the tv and plonked an oblivious Willie in front of it, I grabbed some snacks for him. Once he was settled I made for the bedroom, my heart was beating at an unhealthy pace, my hands sweaty and tears burning behind my eyes. I went to the bathroom and ran the taps over my wrists, trying and failing to stop tears pour down my cheeks. God what I would have given to be able to run for the airport, but I still had to get through the fucking wedding, Christ what a mess. What a fool.

I couldn’t say how long I sat on that bathroom floor weeping, for my stupidity, for my anger, for me and for Willie. It took me a while to register the pounding at the cottage door, it was Willie’s voice saying “Da is outside Mama” that brought be out of my reverie. Fuck, if I didn’t open the door, Willie certainly would.

I used my sleeve to wipe my tears away. There was no hiding from him. I took a quick glance at my reflection in the mirror, I half thought of washing my face but I knew it wouldn’t make a blind bit of difference. My eyes were thoroughly fucked.

By the time I made it out to the kitchen, Willie was opening the door. Jamie came striding in by him, ignoring Willie was a rarity for Jamie. He was on a mission, a panicked look on his face. “Claire let me explain”, he stammered out.

I motioned my head to Willie who had resumed his horizontal position on the couch. He opened my bedroom door and said “Can I talk to ye in here…please?” I looked back at Willie and sighed. “Fine but be quick, I don’t want Willie to think there is something wrong.” He nodded. My face would do that all on its own, I thought absentmindedly.

Jamie shut the bedroom door behind him. I stood at the window looking out, I didn’t want to face him.

“I ken ye heard what she said, but Claire its nay the truth”, he sighed deeply then and hesitated “not all of it anyway…” he said more gently.

“What is true?”

Silence.

“Jamie, if you want to talk you had better do that because otherwise get out.”

He cleared his throat, I decided I would make the bastard squirm and turned to face him. He walked two steps hesitantly towards me, I put the palms of my hands up and said “don’t touch me, just tell me the truth Jamie.”

Tipping something invisible on the carpet with the top of his foot.

Cautiously he began, “Before ye came, I asked Laoghaire to nay come out as much, to give me time with ye…and Willie”

I swallowed, blinked back the onslaught on tears and said “I see, and why did you want to do that?”

He raked his hand through his hair, “honestly?” I nodded “I wanted ye alone, I wanted to spend time with you, and I wanted to show ye what Willie’s life is like when he is here.”

“Why did Laoghaire agree”, it came out as no more than a whisper, I was afraid of the answer afraid of how I would feel knowing he discussed me with her, plotted even.

“Surely you telling her you wanted to spend time with me, me… merely a quickie from your past, an historic conquest …a fuck that ended up being the mother of your child” vitriol was spilling out of my mouth, to punish him, but also to punish me because that is how I saw myself now. A fool who was merely someone to try and swoon, so he could have his son in Scotland.

His face was blazing red, I’d hit a nerve, he was furious. “Why are ye talking, like that, ye never have ever been any of those things to me Claire.” he growled.

“Oh c'mon Jamie, who are you kidding, you lied to me, that is how important I am to you…all of this time you planned all this…” my hands gestured from me to him “all of this just so I would let Willie move to Scotland or I would be fool enough to think you wanted me here and to bring your son with me!” I spat.

“This has never been about me, it’s only been about Willie.”

A sound came from Jamie that I could only akin to a roar, his eyes were wild. “It has always been about you Claire!, how can ye no ken that?"I heard the crash of ceramic before I registered that he had knocked the bedside table over with his fist. He took two strides towards me, glaring and grabbing me by my forearms "It has always been about you!!”

“You’re a lying bastard and you don’t want to admit it to yourself!” I yelled. Pushing him back into his chest. “You were able to plot with your girlfriend to make me believe… ..to…lie to me…and tell her!” you said I was yours” ‘Ye are mine and only mine’

“…well now I know why, you don’t want me, you want me for Willie…you can live your life with her! Laoghaire? You plotted this with her did you not? She knew the truth!”

“I dinna want Laoghaire and I never have!” he roared.

“I don’t believe a words that comes from your mouth Jamie”, I hissed, angry tears sprung from my eyes.

Suddenly his face softened, “mo graidgh dinna weep”, his hand reached to touch my face. I turned my head “please don’t Jamie.”

He bowed his head and inhaled deeply, he spoke so softly when he started again, “yes I did want to speak to ye, about you and Willie coming here, just to try it for a year to see would ye come. I wanted him to have one year in school here, I wanted to see if you maybe would like it, I kent it was a big ask, but I thought it was worth the ask, to have ye both here.” His chin quivered a bit, I knew he was holding back any emotion from his face and it was starting to seep out regardless.

“I shouldna never have told Laoghaire, but as soon as I mentioned ye were coming, she was like a fucking sticking plaster, I kent she would try and spend every waking moment out here once ye came and I wanted to spend time with ye.. .yes maybe broach the subject of you and Willie coming here for a year to see if ye liked it but more than anything Claire I just wanted to see you and spend time with you!… And aye I was a coward I should have told her straight out…I can tell ye one thing it was no from considering her feelings that I didna.”

He leaned his back up against the wall and let his head fall back looking up at the ceiling. “when she came to the paddocks that first day, I was so pissed off. He smiled ruefully for a minute, something flashed across his eyes and he took me in, ” I forgot in a way ya ken, of what i am like around ye, I see nothing beyond you Claire and you may no believe me but that is the truth. I wanted to tell her to fuck off there and then but ye were watching me and I kent how it would look. When she spoke to ye like that in the kitchen, I knew it was the final straw. So on the way to the funfair I pulled up at her place and told her I dinna want to see her anymore. I brought Willie to the funfair on my own. I told her the truth then, I thought it was only fair to the lass…“

He brought his head back then to look at me, to gauge my reaction.

Walking towards me so that there was only an inch between us, "I have made a fucking mess of this but I swear to you Claire, what happened here with you, its real, its no part of a game I am playing, I canna do anything else when ye are around but want you”. He said gently.

"Maybe that is the truth Jamie, but right now I can only see that you conspired with your girlfriend to move Willie back here, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to speak to me about it?” I closed my eyes for a minute and wiped away the tears, this would be the last time he would see me cry. He and her could both go fuck themselves. “You have been my partner with Willie since the day he was born, I trust no one completely but you when it comes to him, I would never ever discuss anything about his life, his future, my worries for him but with you!…yet you felt able to discuss his living arrangements with a stranger to me and to Willie.”

“Claire I dinna discuss it with her, I promise ye…I wanted her to give me time…I shouldha just been straight with the lass, but I was afraid she would create blue murder while ye were here…so I said we needed time to talk about Willie and maybe see if we could talk about trying to live here…I never said more than that…I swear!”

His hands were outstretched as if to block me should I run for the door.

Eventually I said "I am tired Jamie, I don’t think there is anything more to say, when he get back to Boston, we can discuss Willie maybe having more time here, I have obviously no notion of wanting to live here, my life is in Boston.”

“Claire I can see ye are shutting me out… please dinna…”

“I am” I said with finality, “I am going to preserve whatever dignity I have left and try and get through the next couple of days, for Jenny’s sake, I hope we can use our maturity and respect for each other to continue to co parent Willie as we did before.”

“It was my fault too”, I said smiling sadly at him, “I made the mistake of thinking this was more.”

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Our Son, To Bed?, Chapter 12.

Credit for this brilliant moodboard that I love goes to @balfeheughlywed

Thank you for all the fantastic comments, please comment it’s definitely what keeps me writing. Anywho ye know the drill NSFW so…

What Jamie said about Willie being enough, effected me in considerably but the quick statement of ‘not wanting bairns with anyone else’ undid me completely. My first thought on Jamie’s declaration was to get him alone and tell him how much what he had said meant to me, my second thought was I would like to show him.

There was one barrier to getting time alone with Jamie, which was his sister was steadily getting drunker by the minute, Jenny wanted the night to continue in the bar. After dessert and boozy coffees, I made a trip to the bathroom to reapply some lip balm and cool my hands and face. I came out of the toilets, to find Jamie leaning up against the wall opposite, holding my wine glass and bag. “Ian and Jenny are gone back to the bar for a night cap, I have promised we will join them for one and then I am gonna go to bed!” he explained. “Oh, ok” I replied not sure where that left me but before I could say any more he added “and you will be coming with me” his voice sounded determined, he pressed his lips together in a thin line. I bridged some of the gap between us and said “Oh will I now? And what makes you think I would want to do that?” a wicked smile forming on my lips. He moved forward and whispered “Aye ye will, and I am afraid ye will have to…I am in desperate need of time alone with ye”, we paused for a moment as someone passed us on the corridor.

“I see” I said contemplatively. “Have you a secret to tell me then Mr Fraser?” I asked seductively. I was fast excelling at this game. Jamie smirked, “Ye have no idea Sassenach”, he breathed. He leaned forward slightly and brushed his lips against mine, and discreetly dragged his tongue along my bottom lip, his hands came behind me and ghosted over my arse. Heat pooled between my legs at his feather light touch and I couldn’t see how I was going to manage to sit through a nightcap before we could get upstairs. “Do you not think they will notice if we both leave together?” I murmured into his mouth, biting his bottom lip as I said it. “A low groan came from his mouth, “Christ Claire yer gonna kill me… no they…won’t mmp… no they willna notice… Jenny is too far gone and Ian is too preoccupied with how many bairns she will give him”.

I laughed at that “ok, let’s have a nightcap before bed then?” I walked in front of him putting a little sway into my step. “Ifrinn” I heard him mutter behind me.

By the time Jamie and I made it to the bar, Ian had ordered us four large cognacs. I added a still water to the order and Ian remarked “wise lady Claire”, glancing in Jenny’s direction. Jenny rolled her eyes and took a gulp of the cognac. Fortunately the discussion of how many children they should have was forgotten, Ian had moved onto discussing horses with Jamie that they were considering buying. Jenny had side-lined me into discussing how she should wear her eye make-up for her big day. Every now and then Jamie’s foot nudged mine and he eyed my glass. Drink up.

When eventually Jamie made to leave, I yawned and stretched slightly. “are ye tired Claire, a night camping can wreck ye out when yer no use to it”, Jamie said with no hint of insincerity in his voice. He was good. “Wrecked” I replied, my voice only a pitch higher than usual but not obvious enough to cause suspicion. “I think I will head to bed too actually.” I added.

“Ach c’mon, it’s not even 11pm yet! Ye canna be going to bed yet, it’s my wedding week an I dinna wanna go to bed” Jenny said sullenly.

“Weel maybe ye should Janet”, Jamie replied curtly,

“c’mon Sassenach, dinna mind her, she will be sorry in the morning” Jamie continued self-righteously, glaring at his sister while giving me his hand to rise.

By the time we made it out to the corridor we were both giggling, pleased that we had managed to slip from Jenny’s persistent advances. Jamie pulled my hand so I turned to face him and said “I have ordered champagne to be sent up to my room, are ye interested?” a knowing smile spread across his lips, my stomach flipped. “Lead the way Mr Fraser.”

We shared the lift with an older couple, strangers to us so we kept our hands entwined and silly smiles on our lips, stifling our giggles when we caught the older gentleman patting her bum.

We kept hold of that bubbling giddiness right up until Jamie slided his key card through the lock, Once inside the room, we took each other in for a second. a nervous energy ran between us. I looked away from his gaze, unable to look at him, biting my bottom lip, I eventually looked back up at Jamie through my lashes. My vulnerability showing. My seductive bravado had all but evaporated, reality had a sobering effect. It had been so long since we were intimate with each other, and it was hard to think of any other outcome than us sleeping together given the way things had been steadily building since I landed in Scotland, I wanted him badly, but there were so many conversations that needed to happen first.

Where would this leave us? Were we only complicating something that was already complicated enough? Willie? Boston/Scotland? Us? Laoghaire?

All of those conversations would have to wait and I knew that was not a good choice, but it was the only choice I was willing to make.

The intensity of my feelings were like a repeat of the last time together and we knew how that had ended. Not just Willie but the secret heartbreak of us not working or not making it work, I couldn’t even explain what went wrong, could I face that again?

Jamie was looking at me intently, his head tilted to the side as if considering how to approach a wild horse. Eventually he whispered “c’mere Sassenach, we have no reason to be scairt of each other.” His hand reached out for me and pulled me into his embrace.

Without room for further thought, Jamie brought his lips to mine and I dissolved into him, his mouth on mine, searching wanting. None of it was enough. My hands found the belt on his jeans and I pulled him to me, hands wandering up and over his chest, until I reached his neck and face. His hands settled for a moment on my hips and found their way around to the front of my dress to untie it, he looked up at me for consent first. With one nod, he had my dress pooled in a heap on the floor. I stood before him in my black luckily matching underwear, his eyes took me in and he ran a palm down over my breasts and stomach until he reached the waist band of my pants. Just above my waist line were little marks, which Willie’s birth had left. He felt them with his palm, used his index finger to trace them and then bent to trail kisses over them. My breath hitched, I held onto the hair at the nape of his neck,eventually dragging him back up to me. I hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and swept it over his shoulders, moving to unbutton his jeans. I could feel him throbbing and ready beneath them.

Standing in just our underwear, his eyes swallowed me whole, wandering up and down my body. Jamie smiled tentatively at me. “Ye are the most beautiful woman Claire, do ye even ken that?” his voice husky. I didn’t trust myself to speak but merely moved my lips to his again, this time I ran my fingers in and under the waist band of his underwear, teasingly. Something like a low growl escaped his lips and he pulled me to stand flush with him, with one nudge on my upper thighs, I knew he meant up. I wrapped my legs around him and we made it to the bed, biting, tasting, groping.

He crawled on top of me, kissing from my thighs up and over my torso, arriving at my lips. Smiling into them before kissing me thoroughly, enjoying the feel of our bodies against each other, throbbing like a heart beats. He rolled us until I lay on top of him where he promptly unclasped my bra and covered them with his large hands, cupping them as if to weigh them. “I used to be jealous of Willie when ye were nursing him” he said smirking at me. I swotted him with my hands, “idiot” I declared. I clenched my thighs tighter and started rotating my hips. I could feel every inch of him under me. I started gently biting his chest, and kept going until I was level with his crotch. Lowering his underwear with my teeth, I took him in my mouth, his hands came down to my hair. “Sassenach if ye do that…I willna…oh god Claire…” his hands gently encouraging what his voice was telling me to stop. I kept up my ministrations, I could feel his hip movements towards my mouth getting quicker and quicker, his breath coming rapid, words and mutterings becoming less and less coherent until suddenly he pulled me up and splayed me on my back. Tearing my pants down and off me in one fluid motion. “That took a lot of will power to stop ye, but I have waited a long time to have ye in my bed again and I dinna plan on not pleasing ye first” he whispered. I felt the strength of his hands on my arse lifting me up towards his mouth. He began kissing down my inner thigh, tentatively looking up through hooded eyes at me. The look was almost enough to finish me there and then, I was hot, I was wet, and I was more than ready for him. I quivered and a raspy breath fell from my mouth, when I felt his tongue inside of me. Which he used proficiently until I was screaming silently into the pillows, calling his name, unable to see anything but white flashing before my eyes.

Just when I started to come around again, I heard his voice come from just under my breast “ I hope yer are not as dead as ye look, cause I want ya… badly!”, I pulled him by the ears and thrust my hips at him so he could enter me. He came into me hard and I cried out his name. “a..Fuck…Claire I am no sure how long…”

To have him inside me again, the feel of him already tantalising every nerve in my body.

“move” I instructed, “I need you” I grabbed hold behind his neck and pulled him down to me, then grabbing his arse and guiding him at the pace I needed over and over, every thrust caused a sound to come from my mouth that sounded foreign to me. His hips moving faster and harder over and over until I could bear no more, my climax building and building. I absently thought it was just as well the castle had kept the big thick stone walls because the volume of my cry’s were getting louder and louder. The feel of his body strong and guided by me, only for me. His movements were becoming more frenzied, harder and deeper, my hips rising to his every thrust to take him deeper. “Claire..” softly my name falling from his lips into my neck “oh god Claire.” The end came as a surprise to both of us, crept up into a release so powerful that I felt it vibrate through every inch of my body and the aftershocks of Jamie’s orgasm blissfully delaying the sensations of mine. It took a long time for our breathing to become normal again. Jamie eventually rolled on his back staring up at the ceiling a very dazed look in his eye, “god that was …” he started. “Good” I finished for him breathlessly. My vocabulary not at its best, while my body recovered. He rolled slightly to look at me slowly “that is an understatement” he said sounding stunned. “mmm, better than good” I offered. He snorted “aye…dinna think there are words just now to do it justice Sassenach”

He rolled on his side and absently played with my nipple, making me squirm a bit with all the sensations running through me. “I was so far through with just yer mouth Sassenach I thought it would be finished before it began and my reputation would be ruined!” he said jokingly. I giggled “What reputation Fraser?” he looked thoughtfully at me, cupping my cheeks and searching my face until he landed on my eyes. “The one I have with you” he said seriously, “that is the only one that matters.”

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24, 34, 36 🙂

24. Do you remember the moment you decided to become a writer/author?

Ha now the thing is I wouldn’t describe myself as either of those but Nonnie thanks for thinking I could be.

The first time I decided to write some fanfic . I was out on a hike and daydreaming about Jamie Claire scenarios … a regular thing I do ☺️ when I kind of just thought sure will I write this down when I get home and see how it feels!

34. Unpopular writing thoughts/opinions?

Em don’t just stick an iconic line in for the sake of it… think about your own version of J/C and if it fits with them.

36. Post a snippet

Jamie coughed “Eh no man sorry I’m here for Claire…” his tone lower, nervous almost.

“Oh right well ye had better be quick, she is in there getting ready for a date…” another crunch and a loud belch.

“Aye, I’m the date….”

I emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Rupert eyes widen and he looked at Jamie appraisingly. “I see….” , sticking his tongue between his teeth absently trying to dislodge something.

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NSFW chapters that left us hot and flustered - A Master Post

Sooo… @ladyviolethummingbird said it would be great to have a list of everyone’s fave NSFW chapters. All she had to do was say the word.

Enjoy and add your own!

Flood My Mornings by @bonnie-wee-swordsman - chap. 7 [AO3]

Jamie goes through the stones, finds Claire in 1950, and tries to convince her that he’s not a ghost. I SOBBED reading this chapter. DEAD.

He felt his eyelids fall closed, time seeming to slow as he allowed himself to be dragged downward, his body remembering the way of hers without thought. His throat burned with grief. His chest heaved with loss. He felt his breath hot on his lips as he whispered,“‘Til our life shall be done, Claire.”

And with a sob of despair, he thrust home.

So Long As I’m With You by @claryclark - chap. 18 [AO3]

Ex-First Lady Claire and ex-bodyguard Jamie on their wedding night. DEAD.

They moved together as he whispered to her his awe of her body, how good she felt wrapped around him, how the curves of her flesh drove him feral with need. He rocked his hips against her like the waves of the ocean breaking against the shore. Rolling, rising, and crashing, moving at a steady and practiced pace, controlled and agonizingly slow. She felt desperate as he withdrew from her, gasping and biting into her skin, before pitching back in, bit by bit, until he filled her once more.

Her Royal Highness by @missclairebelle - chap. 14 [AO3]

Queen-of-England Claire and Crown Equerry Jamie making love for the first time in THE CABIN. DEAD.

“No man has ever done… that… to me… for me.”

For a moment he looked at her, the tension in his brows fading. He lifted his chin, placed a single kiss where it had been resting. “I’ve dreamed of having ye like this for weeks, Claire,” he confessed, fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh of her thighs. Though the statement required no clarification, he said, “Beneath my mouth.”

Five ways Jamie Fraser and Claire Beauchamp break in their new home by @missclairebelle - part 2.0: washing machine [tumblr]

I think the title says it all. Home, sweet home. DEAD.

My voice faded off as I cried his name. “Jamie…” He was fostering an urgency in me, as though his ultimate goal was to make his name the only thing I had.

Chest heaving, I submitted to his mouth’s demand. Without him asking, I turned those two syllables into my mantra, squirming against the mounting insistence of his fingers. The click as the washer flipped to the spin cycle, a quick vibration that I felt everywhere, jolted me and made me shriek.

Clair(e)voyance by @notevenjokingfic - chap. 4.5 [here]

Jamie teaches Claire some Gaelic in bed with a fun exercise. DEAD.

“Easy, Sorcha.” Jamie wrapped a large hand around her leg, pressed on her to lower herself again. “Dinna run from me just yet.”

He licked her again, tongue flat. He lifted his chin, rubbed the sensitive skin between her legs with the scruff on his chin. She twitched. Moaned. When she looked at him again, he smiled. A smile that said, trust me. I’ll take care of you.

Brave Enough to Love You by @laythornmuse - chap. 5 and 6 [master list] [AO3]

After a rocky start to their marriage, Claire and Jamie connect in the Laird’s bedroom. DEAD.

What she saw frightened and thrilled her. He stared at her, his eyes dark and hungry as he rolled between her knees and parted her thighs with his hips. A single thrust and he was inside her to the hilt, their lips exchanging moans and breathy gasps at the feel of their joining. Claire felt stretched and full, and her belly quivered as she watched the emotion and pleasure ripple over Jamie’s face. He looked maddened and euphoric, and Claire felt her heart grow bold at having caused such pleasure.

This Is Us by @abbydebeaupreposts - chap. 35 [AO3]

Claire and Jamie decide to try for a second child. They will need to go through an IVF procedure, but in Jamie’s words: “there is nothing more arousing than thinking of having baby-making sex with my wife!” DEAD.

Her mouth pressed against his ear, “I love it when you fuck me like this.” She felt his whole body shudder and he made a strangled noise in response. “How soaking wet I get when you lose control?” It was no lie. They both knew exactly how wet she was, how unbelievably hard his body was and how the friction, the bite of the wind between their legs, the grunts he was making were driving them both wild.

Back To You by @balfeheughlywed - Part 2, chap. 5 [AO3]

Garden shed, (unknowingly) pregnant sex. Need I say more? DEAD.

“Anyone could come in and see us.” “Let them,” he whispered, his eyes dark as he looked at her. She could feel his words and the look on his face in the rush of blood in her veins, in the way her pulse began to race to a completion she knew only he could bring her.

The rational part of her brain knew she should tell him to save it for later, when they were sure to be left alone, but the other part of her brain — the one that turned to mush when he so much as looked at her — had other plans. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as she crushed her mouth against his.”

I know there’s plenty more, so… who wants to play?

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Our Son, Chapter 4, Foundations.

By the time myself and Willie were up and showered the following morning Jamie’s jeep was gone from outside his cottage. Good! I thought I would just ignore him for the rest of my time here, we could resume our contactless parenting as soon as I got back to Boston. Willie and I wandered down to the main house for breakfast, checking over plans with Jenny for her imminent big day and catching up properly with Ellen. It was soothing to be in their company, no matter what had happened with Jamie and I, the women in his family had loved me unconditionally, which for me with no real family to speak of assides from Lamb well it was very much reciprocated and appreciated !

As the morning wore on, Ellen and I moved out to her garden to do some weeding and choose the flowers for Jenny’s wedding bouquet, Willie came to help ‘Gwanny’ but really causing more destruction than anything else, digging up flowers and turning the watering can upside down drenching himself in the process, I was just finished pruning Ellen’s rosebush when I felt a shadow looming over me.

I didn’t turn to see who it was, I heard Ellen say “Ach Jamie, there ye are mo Graidh will ye clip that top rose for me there, Claire and myself are too bitty to reach it”. He didn’t respond but suddenly I felt his big body reach above my head and clip the rose Ellen was speaking off. He was right behind me now, I could feel his breath on my back, “what have ye planned then Jamie?”, Ellen enquired. “Ye have a look of purpose about ye” I heard him exhale. “I was thinking we could go for a ride Claire”, he said ignoring Ellen’s question. His voice sounded gruff and hoarse as if it hadn’t been used much.

I dug my hands into the clay below the rose bush, wishing I could sink into it and disappear altogether. I felt completely exposed by our argument the evening before, I couldn’t bring myself to turn and look at him, instead I just answered “il get Willie a dry jumper and he will be ready to go with you” I made to stand from my knees, “I dinna mean Willie, I thought just you and I would go, Mam will be fine with willie?” He obviously had looked at Ellen for approval as she was nodding vehemently at me saying “oh aye, me and Willie are due to start making some scones, are we not Willie?”

I swallowed the lump threatening to build in my throat. Why the hell was I such an emotional mess, I didn’t want Ellen’s sympathy, she must know about how Jamie felt about Willie’s conception. I was mentally spent from it all. “no thank you Jamie, I want to finish these plants for your mother and…”, A hand gently rose from behind me and rested on my shoulder, “Please Claire.” A plea.

Ellen was watching the two of us curiously now, what she had first thought was as a simple invitation to go horse riding, was now apparently something else completely. She took another look at Jamie and seemingly made up her mind. “ Go Claire”, she said softly, “the plants will bide”, a simple tilt in her head and a pleading look in her eyes, told me she was asking not telling me to go.

I turned to look at Jamie, his blue hooded eyes, watching me intently to see what I would do. “fine”, I said with resignation, “ I'll need to wash my hands”.

Once we got to the stables, Jamie began mounting a horse he referred to as 'Donas’, I looked around wondering why he wasn’t saddling a horse up for me when he stretched out his arm indicating for me to mount Donas with him. I didn’t move to join him but merely looked at him sceptically, “where is my horse?”, “Its easier if ye ride with me”.

I hissed back,“don’t be ridiculous I am perfectly capable…” he gave me a grave look, “i dinna say ye were not capable but we have a bit of ground to cover and it will make it easier as ye are not familiar with the route”. He outstretched his arm again, his eyes met mine for a second, please. “Fine”, I murmured and took his hand. I settled myself between his legs but did not allow my body to rest against his, leaving a polite distance between us. He just wrapped his arm around my stomach and hoisted me into his body, “Ye will nay be too comfortable if ya ride like that, rest against me, aye”.

“Where are we going?” I asked sometime later, I was lulled by the heat of his body and his strong arm wrapped around me, his other arm managing the reigns easily, the muscles in his arms twisting and turning, guiding Donas.

“I have something in mind I wanna show ye” he said gruffly. With that he used his strong thighs to squeeze Donas down a grassy pathway I had not been before.

We were riding for well near an hour, my little knowledge of the Fraser lands told me we were near coming to the border of those lands, or what I remember to be the border. All of a sudden Jamie turned Donas and we trotted through a small clearing of trees before mounting a hill, once at the top Jamie stopped Donas tied him to a post on a fence and said we would walk from there.

I could see it almost immediately, it was the a half built house, little more than the foundations but all internal walls were well on the way to show the outline of each room, whoever was building it had started to clad the external wall with the most beautiful natural stone that I knew to be very similar to the stone used on the tower in Lallybroch.

Jamie turned to me and put his hand out to help me down the hill, he turned to look at me, as I carefully traced my hand over the beautiful stone fronting the house, “the stone is it from the main house?”, “Aye, its from the tower, it was a wall that had crumbled and I kept the stone for this”, he said pointing at the house, “Its beautiful Jamie, are you doing all the work yourself?”, he looked pleased at this, “Aye, when I can..I usually spend the weekends doing it..there is nay rush as such..I hope to have the roof on before winter though and then I can start thinking about windows and such”.

I nodded, “well give me the tour then!” Jamie looked so pleased with my interest, my heart nearly burst looking at him. He took great time in walking me through each room and why he had chosen its position, for the light or a view. When he was finished I turned to him and said “its lovely Jamie, I hope you have many years of happiness in it”. He looked at me bewildered, “its nay for me Claire…Its for Willie!”

“for Willie?” I asked incredulously.

“Mmm aye, well I ken he lives in Boston” he looked at me earnestly “and no matter what ye think of me Sassenach, I would never interfere with that”. He kicked stones forming the foundation, “but when he gets older and feels like maybe spending a bit of time here or having a place to bring his own family, I want it to have made it for him .., somewhere he can come.”

"Jamie", I said in almost a whisper, “its such a wonderful thing to do, Willie is so lucky”, I realised he was still looking at me intently, “I have no brought anyone up here asides you, Mam and Da”, he smiled then and said “ I brought Willie up once, and he told me he would prefer a treehouse”. We both laughed at that. “C'mere he said there is one more thing I wanna show ye”, he led me to the back of the house where there was the foundations of another dwelling, much smaller, perhaps a garage I thought. It had the outlines of three rooms, and one tiny room, which was either a closet or maybe a washroom. I noticed on the blocks that were lying ready to use in centre of the dwelling, sprayed in some sort of paint was the words 'CB bedroom’ and 'CB Kicthen’, I supposed they were to identify where the various blocks were to be used. I looked at Jamie curiously “this is rather big for a garage?”, he shook his head “its no a garage” a smirk forming on his lips, “its a granny flat” he said proudly.

Confusion written all over my face, he nodded in my direction and said “for you Sassenach”, I shook my head as if to say I don’t follow, he turned away to fiddle with a piece sticking out of one of the half built walls. "I ken that if Willie comes home from Boston either with a wife and kids or just for College, he will want you to come too aye, at the very least at holidays and such? so I thought it best to have yer own, so ye wouldna be on top of the other". My mouth was hanging open agape, “ye will always a place here Claire”, he said softly. I literally was lost for words “Jamie I don’t know what to say, I..I..”.

He smiled pleased that he had left me speechless, “ye dinna need to say anything, I hadna planned on showing ye it until it was finished but after last night…weel I wanted to explain to ya”, Jesus was I going to cry again? “ Claire, what I said last night came out all wrong..I ken the truth of how Willie came to be” he looked into my eyes and they were so soft I could have drowned happily in them, memories of our night together written on his face, “I was worried that someone who didna ken, or didna know us!”, 'Us’, “would someday tell Willie that he was only the result of a one night thing, which in practice may be true”, he smiled ruefully, “But we ken you and I, that there is more to it than that, Aye?”

I nodded my head in agreement. “Yes” I said weakly, he continued "So when Da talks flippantly like that, I get worried that he will say something in front of Willie and he will no ken the truth from us, so he will get the wrong idea".

He moved to an arms reach in front of me and tentatively touched the back of my hand, “I couldna ask for a better mother either Claire, I hope ya ken that?”, his eyes searched mine to see if I believed him.

“Yes, thank you Jamie”, My eyes were filled with tears but I was determined he would not see me cry again.

We eventually made our way back to the stables on Donas, the atmosphere was lighter between us, we were joking and happy to be in each others company. It was so long since I had seen this side of Jamie, probably the last time I was here, before we had the strains of co parenting affecting our relationship. Jamie was pointing out various landmarks on the Fraser lands, when he slowed Donas and pointed to a cave hidden up high on a hill, “do ye remember that cave Sassenach?”, A knowing smile formed on my lips but I added rather noncommittally, “yes something familiar about it alright”

He stopped Donas and rested his chin on my shoulder, the act was so intimate, my heart started beating madly in my chest, I hoped he didn’t notice. Even though there was no one around us for miles, he bent down and whispered into my ear “that’s where ye pinned me down and kissed me for the first time, aye?” was he flirting?

I snorted “I did not pin you down”, you Mr Fraser, made up an excuse that you had lost something in that cave and made me go with you to find it, when you got me there, you put your foot out tripping me up and YOU then pinned me to the ground"

I could feel his chest vibrating behind me, “Aye weel” he said lightly, “ye clearly enjoyed yerself cause I see ye have no forgotten one single detail Sassenach”.

I reached back to slap his thigh.

By the time we reached the paddocks I was fully resting my body on Jamie, his arm strong around my middle holding me there. In the distance I could see the figurate of a woman leaning against the paddock fence, looking out at the direction we were coming. I could tell she was smallish with long blonde hair.

“Who is that at the paddock Jamie?”

He hesitated in answering, sighing first, “Eh..that’ll be Laoghaire, Sassenach”.

#outlander fanfic #ourson

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Will you continue with Our Son?

I am doing a little writing today...I don’t want to commit to anything because between working remotely and managing 3 kids my time is a little pushed but for the first time in a long long time I felt like writing some Our Son, so I am.

Thanks for all the lovely messages and asks. Hope you are all doing well in these strange strange times x

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Oh God this story was always epic but this is about to flip you all up on your heads! Enjoy. @ladyviolethummingbird has put so much work into this!

Mint & Thistles 🌿🍃🌷

Chapter 31 - Old Sins Cast Long Shadows

Emerging from the darkness during a storm, Jamie has unexpectedly shown up at Claire’s cottage. How did he find her and what does he want? 🌿🍃🌷

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Thank you to the lovely @jack-andthestalk for her help with this chapter 😘 We’re finally at the explanation stage - I know some of you had this picked right from the start! Next chapter is well underway so hopefully not too long to wait for what’s next. Thank you so much for reading and for all your comments - I read them all (several times!). And finally, in these uncertain times I hope everyone is safe and healthy. Hopefully this can be a minor distraction from the not-so-fun news each day. Take care xx 💕

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Fanfiction - Something Beautiful (Ficlet V)

This ficlet is a much deserved belated birthday present to the ever lovely @missclairebelle. I love you loads, K! A heartfelt thank you to @veryfaintveryhuman, whose recent comment on the last chapter of SB moved me to write again in this universe (that is the great power of generosity).

This ficlet takes place immediately after Jamie and Claire’s wedding (honeymoon ficlet, y’all!!) and I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you have other requests! X

Something Beautiful Arc I, Something Beautiful Arc II

Ficlet I, Ficlet II, Ficlet III, Ficlet IV

Something Beautiful

Ficlet V – Half a Moon

After nineteen hours of traveling in commercial airplanes - including three layovers (Aberdeen – Glasgow – Amsterdam – Abu Dhabi – Malé) -, followed by a bumpy, sweaty and slightly terrifying trip on a light aircraft (a matchbox for flying humans) and speed boat, it was hardly surprising that Jamie and I kissed chastely on the lips before collapsing on the enormous bed of our Maldivian honeymoon suite. Exhaustion had a way of knocking out sexiness, and we had two weeks to enjoy being naked together in the sultry air.

But my slumber must have recognized the lingering tension of my body and the expectations created by being a newly-married woman – amidst chaotic dreams of bland airplane meals, arguments on the baggage claim desk and the immensity of crushing blue surrounding me, I fantasized of being woken by the mouth of my husband upon me and arriving at the lavish breakfast well loved.

Thus, it was somewhat disappointing when I opened my eyes to discover the plush pillow next to mine empty of my favourite red mane. A note scribbled in Jamie’s jumbled penmanship read “Went for a morning jog. Meet me at the beach, Mrs. Fraser?”

I turned the note several times on my hand, perplexed, half-expecting to find a “Got you, Sassenach – meet me in the shower!”, but upon uncovering nothing else had to admit defeat and drag my mildly annoyed arse to put on a bathing suit.

Critically examining my reflection over my shoulder, clad in a shiraz-red trikini, I decided it was probably enough to ensure little time in public and our swift return to our water villa.

Carrying my light beach bag and my straw sun hat, I padded across the long walkway which connected the secluded water villas to the shore, where the main activities of the resort were located. Before too long, I was settled on a sun lounger, thoroughly smeared with fragrant sunscreen, like a buttered pale chicken ready to roast.

It was still fairly early, and my head was filled with a jetlag haze that made everything watery and somewhat strange, so I napped on and off under the balmy influence of the Maldivian sun as I waited for Jamie to return. Soon it became too hot (a trickle of sweat defying my bellybutton in a nagging race) and I ventured into the absurdly clear waters, discovering they were a far cry from the briskness of Aberdeen’s ocean, like a liquid soup enriched by colourful schools of reef fishes and corals.

Lounging on my chair again to dry, I noticed a couple of indiscreet young women giggling openly near the beach bar, as they threw inquisitive and lewd glances towards something on the far left. It was without any great surprise (but a definite hint of pride and possessiveness) that I turned my head to realize Jamie was running towards us.

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