A continuation of the Gotham's Writing Workshop prompts.
" You do not have to come with me." Claire argues as Jamie stores both of their trunks in the back of his car. It has been a week since Claire's life had been torn upside down. Finding her husband in bed with another woman turned out to be the easiest part. She was now on her way to check on her step-son after seeing his father buried.
" I ken that. But unless ye really don't want me to go, I am going."
" It isn't that I don't want you there, that I don't want you with me, it is just that..," she stops to touch his hand. He turns it around in hers, locking their fingers together," that the boy doesn't even know me. I don't know if he has even been told of my existance. How will I explain you."
" I am yer friend yer ami'." She snorts at that and he grins," for the lads sake at first. Ye ken I am much more than a friend."
She nods leaning her head forward until it meet his. He was so much more than a friend. He was everything Frank should have been. Her lover, her confidant, her fellow researcher, the hand she clung to as she buried her husband( and was there ever talk about that), her rock. And now he was offering to be a much needed friend.
" Okay," she whispers against his lips," I want you there. H*ll, I need you there."
" Anytime, anyplace, anywhere." He replies his breath sending shivers up her spine a secound before his lips claim hers.
" What do you think he is like? I just wonder who he will be more like. His mum or father." The are driving across the war raveged country towards Paris.
" Who would ye rather he be like?"
" I don't know. It is hard. His father was a cheater and bigamist. And his mum the husband stealing slut."
" Who are both dead. And he is only five and not in anyway responsible for their actions."
" No Claire. Ye have the right to be bitter. Just not to take it out on an innocent chd."
" Right again. It is just quite stressful. If we find he has no living relatives, then I have to decide if I want to take him."
" I ken. That is why am here. And because I canna stay away from ye Sorcha."
" You feel it too then. This pull."
" Oh aye. It is like I am the ocean and you are the moon. Controlling my tides. Like I was just a still stagnant pound until you came along and made me the ocean I was mean't to be."
" Oh," she lays her head on his chest," and I was just orbiting around searching. For awhile, during the war, I knew my purpose. I was more than Uncle Lambs niece, more than Frank's wife. I belonged to myself and my country. And then, it ended and I was merely Franks wife again. And then I saw him with her and I was thrown out of orbit, spinning aimlessly until you found me. Until we found each other."
" I love you Claire. Do you wish return to nursing."
" I hadn't thought about it. Frank forbid it." Jamie mummurs something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like a Gaelic cutse word.
" He be dead. What do ye want."
" Good. It be your calling Sorcha. You should always pursue yer calling."
" Here we are. Are ye ready?"
" No," but she goes to get out anyway. He jumps out and opens her door. She gives him a strained smile and they approach the orphanage.
