#brownhairedlass

Faith sniffled and rubbed her puffy eyes. The beastie had looked so cute, but it hadn’t been too happy with Faith’s attempt to pet it.   

She nodded hesitantly. Mama could make most things feel better, but sometimes she made them hurt worse first. 

Yet Faith still giggled when Mama kissed beside the scratch, a laugh that developed into a full shriek of joy as she blew a raspberry into Faith’s belly. 

Well the number generator agrees with you because I got 18 - “Would you rather kill me or kill yourself?” 

The answer being obviously that I would kill myself. No way in hell would I be able to kill my mam.

ELOISE WHY?!

Situation meme || Accepting

“Mama! Mama! I finds them!”

Faith almost tripped over her feet in her excitement. 

“What have you found, darling?” Claire asked, turning to scoop up her excitable daughter. 

“The tormilil!” Faith announced, brandishing the yellow flowers, pulled up by the roots - in her mother’s face.

“Ah the tormentil! Well done!” She placed a loud kiss on her daughter’s brow, causing Faith to laugh and redden in delight. 

A groan came from the ground nearby, and Faith immediately schooled her face. “We must tend to the patience.”

Claire grinned. “Our patient certainly does need some aid. Do you remember what ails him?”

“The sun hurted him.” Faith explained, dropping down and toddling over to peel open her da’s eyes. “Patience. We fix you now.” Faith began whacking at her father with the flowers as her mother laughed and Da groaned again.

A startled Faith was rather abruptly lifted onto her mother’s lap. “Mrs. Crook needs to bring the boiling water to make the lotion, little lamb. The flowers can’t help Da if they aren’t boiled first.”

Faith pouted, upset that her healing had been thwarted. “But I was making Da better.”

 “Well how about you apply the lotion to Da’s burn, alright?” Faith’s ears brightened once more as Mama kissed behind each one.

“I can help Da, like you?”

*happily kicks the daylights out of you*

“She’s a bonnie wee thing, a  bràthair,” Jenny murmured as she leant over his shoulder to peer into the depths of the blankets swaddling the bundle in his arms. Absently, he nodded his agreement, though truthfully, he was much too mesmerised by his daughter’s face, relaxed in sleep, to have even heard what his sister had said. In fact, it was entirely possible that he hadn’t noticed anything but the bundle in his arms in the last few hours since she had been placed in his arms for the first time. 

She’d been squalling and red faced when his wife had placed her in his arms, but his heart had been hers from that first look. Only hours old, and without even a name, the wee lass had her father wrapped around her little finger. All these hours spent with her cradled in his arms while Claire slept, needing the rest after a long and tiring labour, had only solidified that. 

“Ye ken ye willna be much use t’ Claire if ye dinna get yer sleep too, aye? The babe’s asleep. Ye should put her down and get some rest yerself. She willna disappear if ye leave her for an hour.” That, while ridiculous, was partly what he was afraid of, though. He’d never seen Faith yet the grief of losing her was very real, and part of him was afraid that this was all a dream, that he didn’t really have a bairn. It felt like if he put the child down then he would wake up and realise that his life was quite different from the happiness of this day. 

He’d never talked to Jenny about Faith though, and he didn’t intend to start now, so he reluctantly nodded and pushed himself out of his chair. Still not intending to put the baby down, he would at least go and sit in his and Claire’s bedroom just to stop Jenny nagging him. With a muttered “Goodnight,” Jamie left the room, gaze still very much fixed on his daughter. It was only as he pushed open the door to their bedroom that his eyes left his daughter to land briefly on his wife, seemingly still peacefully asleep, before returning to the bairn. 

Murmuring a comment in Gaelic to his sleeping child about how they should let mama have as much sleep as she needed, Jamie came to rest in one of the armchairs by the fire. 

thEY'RE HEDGEHOGS?? I didn't know I needed this

Outwardly prickly but when they warm up to a person they uncurl and get super cuddly. Hedgehogs for sure.

Also taking this opportunity to include all the times Claire and Jamie have compared each other to hedgehogs.

“ “A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?” he demanded.” - Outlander

“At length, I emerged pink and cross with effort, but with my hair in some semblance of order. Jaime looked at me and murmured something about hedgehogs under his breath,” - Dragonfly in Amber

“His eyes were screwed tightly shut against stray beams of sunlight, and his hair stuck out in all directions like a hedgehog's spines.” - Dragonfly in Amber

“"I laid my hand on his head; the short hair felt bristly but soft, like a very young hedgehog.” - Dragonfly in Amber

I want ‘you’re a fucking bastard april’ printed onto a tee shirt.