*waves* love your writing! can I request a fic about claire getting her courses while newly married to jamie and him being all attentive *seeing as he keeps track of these things :p* while claire's a little bit embarrassed by it but jamie reassures her ? Lurker out.
*waves fanatically back* Hi darling!! So glad you dropped me an ask!! I hope you like it! (feel free to direct message me if you want I promise I won’t bite!)
She hadn’t come down for lunch. They’d been married a short time, but he thought he knew her well enough by now. Spend weeks on the road with someone and you’ll know them well. Spend several nights sleeping beside someone and you know them better. It was very unlike Claire to miss meals.
He piled some food onto a plate and ran up the stairs to their room. The door was bolted shut.
All he heard on the other side of the door was a moan.
“Claire? Are ye alright, lass?”
Something was wrong. Her voice wasn’t right. Frowning hard, he thought furiously about what could have caused such a change in her mood. She’d been perfectly happy this morning.
“I’ve brought ye some lunch.”
There was a creaking sound and he heard feet shuffle to the door. When it unbolted, he opened it and slipped inside.
She looked ill. Her hair was a mess and a sheen of sweat covered her face. They hadn’t been wed a full month yet, but he’d been around Jenny enough to know when it was a female’s monthly course.
“Come here to me, mo nighean donn. Let me take care of ye.”
“No,” she protested. “I’ll be alright. I just have to wait for… Damn it!”
She hunched over, balled fists tight against her abdomen. Seeing her in pain sent ice through his blood. He couldn’t stand the sight of it and do nothing.
“I think Mrs. Fitz has a tea she gives to lassies wi’ monthly pains. Should I get ye some?”
“No, no. I’ll be alright. Really. I’m just not hungry at the moment.”
Her eyes drifted up to his as she stood a little straighter.
“Maybe a little.”
“I’ll go and fetch us some water. Just go have a lie down, aye?”
Claire nodded and went back to the bed, curling up into the smallest ball she could.
Jamie was determined to get her something to help ease her pains. Anything to take her torment away.
“Och Jamie my dear! How are ye?” Mrs. Fitz said loudly when he stormed into the kitchen.
“I’m well, Mrs. Fitz, I thank ye. Might I ask ye a wee favor?”
“Of course lad, what is it?”
“Do ye have something for a lass’s monthly? Something to help ease the pain a bit?”
Her eyes narrowed for a moment before she remembered that he was a married man.
“Och! Is yon poor lassie having a rough time of it, then?”
“Aye, she is. She sent me to fetch her some water, so if ye have something that willna take long, I would much appreciate it.”
“Of course, laddie. Give me just a moment and I’ll have something for ye.”
Not five minutes later, she came back to him with a tray of tea things.
“I’ve got the tea steeping at the moment, but it should be cool enough to drink by the time ye get back upstairs.”
“I thank ye, Mrs. Fitz.”
She smiled tenderly up at him and cupped his cheek in her worn hand.
“Your da raised ye well. Now go and care for your wife, laddie.”
As quickly and as carefully as he could, he hopped up the stairs back to the room he shared with Claire.
She was still curled up in a ball on the bed, but she had more color in her face.
“I thought it was taking too long for water,” she muttered.
“Aye. Mrs. Fitz says this will help wi’ the pain a bit. At least make it no’ as sharp.”
Claire sat up and pushed her damp hair from her face.
“You didn’t have to go to all that trouble. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“It’s no trouble, Sassenach. I promised ye that I’d care for ye and that’s what I’m doing. Here. Drink this.”
She took the cup and sipped at the tea. It smelled quite sour, but he didn’t have to drink it so he didn’t mind. Her face scrunched up at the taste though, so it must be similar to it’s smell.
“This is positively horrid.”
“Aye, I ken it is. But is it helping?”
She nodded and took another drink.
“It is, a little.”
“Why did ye no’ have something sooner? Surely ye ken which of your wee herbs would have helped.”
“I do, but I didn’t have a chance to get down to my surgery, or to the kitchens for Mrs. Fitz. I tried to get up about a quarter of an hour ago, but I got dizzy and almost fainted.”
He nodded and looked at her a little harder.
“Is that your other shift?”
Blinking rapidly, she looked down.
“How did you know the difference? They’re identical.”
“Close, but not quite identical. The other one is yellowed a bit more than this one. It’s older. What happened to the one ye had this morning?”
She bit her lip and looked down.
“I, ah… I bled on it.”
“Ye have it soaking in something?”
“Good. Then drink yer tea and get some rest.”
With her tea finished, he gathered it up on the tray and sat with her until she was asleep. Then he got up and went to check on her soaking shift.
Sure enough, the water was slightly pink. He’d cleaned his own blood out of enough shirts to be familiar with the process. While she slept, he did his best to get the stain out. The monotony of the task let his mind wander a bit. If she’d gotten her monthly course, it meant she wasn’t with child. But they’d only been married a short time. No doubt the other women of the castle were giving her all sorts of tips and tricks to help her get with child. He wondered absently what she thought about it, about having a child. But no, that would be a talk for another time.
As he hung up her newly cleaned shift to dry, he made a mental note of the date. In thirty days, he would see if perhaps she was with child.