Thank you @omgbarbiegurl for the idea💕
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She feels herself slipping away. “My baby.” It is just a whisper. That anyone hears her at all is a miracle. He leans over her.
“Madonna, don't fear, I have her. When you are well, I will return her to you.”
“Faith.” She whispers her name. Her child. Her daughter.
She thought she was going to die. Was sure of it. Master Raymond drew the stuck afterbirth out. She recalls it as a dream, like her child is. Her daughter, her Faith. The nuns tell her she is dead.
“She is with the angels now.”
But, there is something, something that makes her doubt that.
Sitting in the greeting room in the Paris house, she has recovered from the stillbirth ( or was it?) She waits for Jamie to return.
He drops down at her feet. Hardly recognizable with his face covered in a full beard, he begs for her forgiveness.
She has given it a lot of thought since that horrible day, when Jamie chose revenge on Black Jack over her and their family ( or so she really thought at the time). The new information she has now and time to think has changed her first reaction.
“Jamie, forgive me. I placed Frank before us and our child, no children. I didn't know what he did to Fergus.” It still makes her sick to think about that, her poor son.
“But our baby, how can you forgive me for losing our…”
“Daughter. A wee lass. I am calling her Faith. Faith Julia Ellen.”
He smiles before recalling that she is dead. “Beautiful. How can you forgive me for losing Faith?”
Again, that fragment of a memory. Something just out of reach.
“If God wills, He will give us another one.”
He closes his eyes in relief. The grief for his daughter is strong but he hasn't lost wife, his Sassanach.
“Aye, shall we go home to Scotland?”
A week later, they are ready to leave, without their daughter but with their son. A blessing.
They don't know another is coming.
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