[ When Claire knocks lightly on Bree's door, she knows it's early enough that she's likely still sleeping, which is perfect. Opening the door, she walks to her bed and carefully sits, just watching her sleep for a moment. This is her daughter, the person who didn't ask for the responsibility of making sure Claire had a reason to wake up every morning in the wake of having to leave Jamie.
She knows she wasn't always the best mother she could have been, the most present, the most attentive. But that never changed the fact that Brianna was the light of her life and always would be. Reaching out, she lightly pushes her hair out of her face, noting that small smile on her lips.
She smiles in her sleep. Like you, she'd told Jamie once. Leaning down, she kisses Brianna's temple, then whispers. ]
here i go again
She knows she wasn't always the best mother she could have been, the most present, the most attentive. But that never changed the fact that Brianna was the light of her life and always would be. Reaching out, she lightly pushes her hair out of her face, noting that small smile on her lips.
She smiles in her sleep. Like you, she'd told Jamie once. Leaning down, she kisses Brianna's temple, then whispers. ]
Happy birthday, Bree.