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[nineteenfortyfive]

You needed some gentle nudges now and then.

[And by gentle, she means she had to get physical with him. But, hopefully, they won't have to deal with such stubbornness from Bree.]

[seventeenfortythree]

[ Claire, have you met your own daughter?

Jamie smiles though it's a faint flicker of a thing. ]

Yer good at that. 'Gently nudging' I mean.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[It's a win, that faint smile. If only she could coax one out of Bree, too.]

I've had to be. Sometimes I think I married a mule.

[seventeenfortythree]

Oh, then ye ken what it is to be married to you, then.

[ But it's clear in his eyes he doesn't really mean it. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Hmm.

[Never good, that little noise of consideration when it's aimed at him.]

You're lucky your daughter is between us.

[seventeenfortythree]

[ He smiles softly again and now he can stroke Brianna's hair tenderly. ]

Aye. I am lucky.

[ But for different reasons. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She understands his meaning.]

Try and get some sleep, Jamie. I'll watch over her. [Over the both of them.] I'll wake you in a while, and you can have your turn.

[seventeenfortythree]

[ He should sleep; he knows he's no good to Brianna exhausted. Still, he reaches out to touch Claire's cheek lightly, thumb gliding over her skin gently. ]

Tha gaol agam ort, Sassenach.

[ He loves her. Desperately. ]