he can still hardly believe it —— he was married. to her. she was married. to him. claire fraser still seems odd on the tongue, but in his mind, nothing else seemed more right. the past days felt like a dream . . .
day three. he wakes up before claire does, and he’s perfectly content to lay there and watch her dream until her body rouses itself awake. when she finally stirs, jamie smiles. “ good morning, mo nighean donn. ” he says, leaning forward and gently pecking her lips. he watches his wife smiling back at him in response, shifting to her side. she’s beautiful, he thinks. she’s the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen. “ you slept well, i hope? ” he asks, reaching forward and gently brushing his knuckles over her cheeks. i did. and you? she asks, placing her hand atop his. they talk a little longer, and it’s then he notices he’s not even touching her face anymore —— claire’s looking at it, fingers running gently over the palm of his hand. it makes him smile —— what a sweet woman, that claire fraser. “ are you hungry, sassenach? i think i can smell breakfast cooking. ” he watches her continue to dance her fingers across his hand, eventually pressing a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand. she starts to talk, but he finds himself lost in her eyes, in the sound of her voice. he still doesn’t know how he got so lucky.