Credit to @outlanderscotland : “Well,” he said slowly. “No. I dinna think that’s the question.” “It’s not?” “No.” With one fluid move, he was off the bed and standing in front of me, close enough for me to have to look up into his face. I had sudden urge to take a step backward, but didn’t, largely because there wasn’t room. “The question is, Sassenach, why have ye come back?” he said softly. “That’s a hell of a question to ask me!” My palms pressed flat against the rough wood of the door. “Why do you THINK I came back, damn you?” “I dinna ken.” The soft Scottish voice was cool, but even in the dim light, I could see the pulse throbbing in the open throat of his shirt. “Did ye come to be my wife again? Or only to bring me word of my daughter?” As though he sensed that his nearness unnerved me, he turned away suddenly, moving toward the window, where the shutters creaked in the wind. “You are the mother of my child — for that alone, I owe ye my soul — for the knowledge that my life hasna been in vain — that my child is safe.” He turned again to face me, blue eyes intent. “But it has been a time, Sassenach, since you and I were one. You’ll have had your life — then — and I have had mine here. You’ll know nothing of what I’ve done, or been. Did ye come now because ye wanted to — or because ye felt ye must?” My throat felt tight, but I met his eyes. “I came now because before ... I thought you were dead. I thought you’d died at Culloden.” His eyes dropped to the windowsill, where he picked at a splinter. “Aye, I see,” he said softly. “Well ... I meant to be dead.” He smiled, without humor, eyes intent on the splinter. “I tried hard enough.” He looked up me again. “How did ye find out I hadna died? Or where I was, come to that?” Voyager, Chapter 25 #Outlander #JamieFraser #SamHeughan #ClaireFraser #CaitrionaBalfe #thebrothel #DianaGabaldon #Matkantekijä https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqq-HkPgioH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=88s7hkmhe5cz
