A continuation of Jamie washing Claire's shift please! Where she'd woken up and learned than Jamie washed it. Hahaha! (Fluff and maybe wee smut?)
Well alright! I can do that!! Though I’m not sure how smutty it’ll get. I guess we’ll see what they want. ;) You can find the other post here.
Well, the smut didn’t come, but the feels certainly did. Sorry ‘bout that…
I woke groggily, but in less pain. My mouth tasted stale, likely from the tea Jamie had brought me.
I sat up slowly and looked around our room. When I’d fallen asleep, I’d just been curled up on top of the quilts. Now I was tucked snuggly beneath them, my hair brushed from my face. A plate sat on the table in the corner, bread and cheese piled on top of it. He’d left me something to have for lunch.
Now that most of the pain was gone, I was ravenous. I slipped out of bed and walked slowly to the table where I sank into the chair and began eating. A note sat beside the plate.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke, Sassenach, but I’ve duties to attend in the stable. I’ll be back to check on you as soon as may be.
I smiled to myself and finished the small lunch he’d prepared for me. When a gentle breeze came in through the window, something caught my eye.
Frowning, I looked closer and saw my soiled shift hanging near the fire to dry.
“He cooks, he cleans,” I mumbled to myself. “Is there anything he doesn’t do?”
By the time dinner rolled around, I was feeling much more myself. The first day was always the worst, and this one had hit me particularly hard. I dressed as comfortably as I could and went down for dinner. I stopped by the kitchen to thank Mrs. Fitz for the tea.
“Och, dinna mention it, Claire. I’m just glad it helped. Young Jamie was a right mess when he asked me for it.”
“Aye. Worriet sick o’er ye.”
I tried to suppress the smile that wanted to come out and Mrs. Fitz saw it.
“Aye, he’s a good one.”
“It seems he is. Thank you again for the tea.”
“Anytime, Claire. He’s probably just coming in for dinner now, ye ken. And right worriet sick o’er ye. Go to him.”
I wound through the corridors into the great hall and saw Jamie pushing through the crowd of people until he saw me.
“Sassenach! Are ye alright, then?”
“I’m much better now, thank you. You really didn’t need to clean my shift. I was going to get around to it after I felt better.”
“Och, dinna fash. It was only a wee bit o’ blood.”
“But it’s not just blood.”
His face paled a little.
“It isna just blood?”
“Perhaps that’s something I can tell you later. Not right before dinner.”
“Aye. Are ye hungry then?”
I nodded and walked to his side. He put an arm around me and we went to find a place to sit.
After dinner, we went up to our room as I was too exhausted to do anything else. Jamie stopped by the kitchens again and brought up more tea for me.
“Are ye still in pain?”
“A bit. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“Jenny always had the worst pains on her second day.”
I blinked up at him, shocked to hear him talking so easily about a woman’s monthly.
“You knew Jenny’s cycle?”
“Oh aye. I didna want to get on her bad side on a good day, let alone on a really bad day.”
That made me snort as I let the tea steep. I stretched my back, trying to rub at the sore spot. Jamie came up behind me and began working on the laces of my skirts. As soon as they fell away, I breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure they’d been putting on my already pained body had been getting to me. But now I was feeling better.
His warm hands pushed my shoulders until I was facing him. With a soft smile, he began undoing the laces of my bodice. It reminded me a bit of our wedding night, less than a month before. At least my breasts had stopped aching.
“Better?” he asked as he gathered up my clothes.
“Yes, much better. Thank you, Jamie.”
With his back to me, he began undressing for bed as well. I wondered what he was thinking about.
I’d heard some of the whispers at dinner, the other married women making comments bout my lack of pregnancy. Had Jamie heard the whispers too? Was he upset that I wasn’t pregnant?
Slightly more troubled than before, I finished my tea and burrowed beneath the quilts. Jamie joined me, pulling me close to him as he settled comfortably into the bed.
“Are you… Are you unhappy?”
I felt him sit up and looked over my shoulder at him.
“Unhappy? Why would ye think that?”
“Well it’s just… I heard some of the women at dinner whispering and… Are you unhappy that I’m not pregnant?”
His nose flared a little as he thought over his words.
“No,” he said finally. “I’m no’ upset about it. Me being an outlaw, us newly wed. Perhaps it’s for the best that ye are’na wi’ child yet. A life on the run is no place for a bairn.”
“Oh,” I said lamely. “Alright.”
“Get some rest, Sassenach.”
I nodded and settled myself again.
The word stuck with me like a flashing light.
He didn’t know, how could he? Frank and I had tried to have children to no avail. I was barren. He would never have a child to pass on a name and lineage to, no one to teach about the Scottish Highlands. Because he’d taken a barren wife without knowing it.
What surprised me most was the feeling of sadness I had, knowing I’d never be able to give him a child. Like there was a sense of loss that I didn’t fully understand.
I shuddered as another wave of pain, dulled by the tea, came over me. Jamie, who was already sound asleep, held me tighter against him. I took comfort in the strength of his arms and let myself drift off.