nobody cares where the birds have gone: chapter 2
Fic summary: Nineteen and engaged, Claire had a hard time picturing what it would one day feel like for her child to leave home. Of course, she cannot give Fergus too many overbearing maternal directives to chart his path to independence by now - certainly not since he found out she was once nineteen, and engaged.
She walks Brianna up the stairs to the room she shares with Willie and makes sure she is securely beneath the covers. Bree allows two goodnight kisses before Claire returns to the living room, where she proceeds to ignore the pain in her back and carefully wrestle the glasses from Jamie’s face while the TV is still giving her some light. The laptop is moved next. He wakes up, barely.
“If you don’t move, your neck’ll have hell to pay tomorrow,” Claire says. “I’m afraid I can’t quite lug you to the bed by your pits anymore.” She did that once, early days. Before Brianna and Willie, but just after Fergus, when he had the accident with his hand. That, and six hours in the bitter cold fetching special-order roofing tiles with a van whose engine had not been serviced meant fever so bad he collapsed without warning in the kitchen. She has mostly stopped blaming herself for missing the warning signs. She was pregnant at the time. She’d thought, maybe after the first one, she’d finally look into starting medical school.
“Mmm,” Jamie says. “C’mere. Lie wi’ me.” But it’ll be bad on her back.
“Maybe tomorrow.” She presses her lips softly against his forehead and wonders what the hell she’s meant to do next. “I promise.”
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