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Chapter 8
A Father's Duty
Jamie follows the lad into the kitchen. He can tell he's a wee bit nervous n it makes him smirk. "What is't ye wanna ask me?" Roger looks over at him with shakin hands n starts reachin into his trousers. The lad holds up a wee box n goes about openin it. It's the biggest diamond he's ever laid eyes on n he cannae help takin a closer look. "It was my mother's." Jamie's eyes start travelin over to Roger's. "Aye, if ye dinna mind mi askin, what happened to yer mother?" His eyes grow harsher n a wee bit sadder. "I'm afraid, my mother died alongside my father in a car crash when I was five." Jamie starts noddin at him n puts his hand on his shoulder. "I lost mi ma when aye was a wee lad n then mi da. Aye kent what yer feelin." Roger gives him a good nod. "Thank you, Mr. Fraser. I've brought you here to ask for your daughter's hand." Jamie gives the lad a big smile. "Aye, ye can have her hand, if ye promise mi ye'll take care of her, lay down yer life for her, if the time shall come." The lad gives him a serious look n nods. "I will protect her with my life, sir." Jamie starts clappin him on the shoulder, his smirk growin wider. "Aye, call me Jamie." Roger gives him a smile n the two start makin their way back to the lassies.
Jamie spots Claire n Breeh sittin on the couch. He cannae keep the smirk off his face at the sight of it. Breeh starts turnin n the smile she gives him warms his heart. "So, da, how did it go?" He turns to young Roger n smiles. "I think the lad has somethin to ask ye." Breeh starts movin over to Roger n Claire takes her spot next to him. He puts his arm round her n watches a moment he thought he'd be missin. The lad begins kneelin n holdin up the wee box in his hand. Roger opens it n the bonniest look starts appearin on Breeh's face. "Will you, Brianna Randall Fraser, allow me the honor of marrying you?" Breeh nods her head n he begins placin the diamond on her left hand.
Jamie squeezes Claire to his side. "I guess we'll be plannin a weddin now, Sassenach." Claire turns her head n they start lockin eyes. "And paying for one too. I need to try and get my job back at the hospital." Jamie gives her a nod. "Where does one go about findin a place to work in this time?" Claire starts givin him that mischievous smile of hers. "I'm sorry, Jamie, I don't believe you quite qualify for any job in this time. We'll have to decide what we're going to do about that." Jamie begins shakin his head. "It's a Father's Duty to provide for his family. Ye kent be expectin me to stay, sittin round here all day twiddlin mi thumbs." Claire places her hand on his cheek n begins whisperin. "I don't expect you to sit here all day, but I don't think this is the time or place to discuss this. Let's enjoy the moment our daughter is having right now." Jamie reluctantly nods n the two continue watchin Breeh smilin as bright as the sun.
Jamie begins settlin down in the monstrous bed. It's so soft n no like the cots he'd been sleepin on at the Print Shop. Claire comes walkin in from the washin room n gives him a smile. "Are you comfortable enough, soldier?" She gives him a salute, mockin him. Jamie starts shakin his head. "Aye, Sassenach, nice n comfy." He starts pattin the spot next to him on the bed n Claire jumps in. Jamie leans up n gives her a kiss, but begins pullin back. Her bonny face is clouded in confusion. "No so fast, I believe we have a wee little matter to discuss first." Her eyes go wide n Jamie cannae help but smirk at her surprise. "And what matter is that, Mr. Fraser?" He starts shakin his head, as her head rests right over his beatin heart. "Ye kent what I'm talkin bout." Jamie hears his wife sighin louder than a wee horse. "Jamie, I won't lie to you, finding a suitable career as an 18th Century Highlander won't be easy." He begins noddin his head. "I promise you that we will figure this out together, just like we always do. But, I need you to trust me." Jamie starts gatherin her in his arms, holdin onto her tightly. "Aye, always." Claire turns her head n gives him a bright smile. "Good, now, where were we?" He leans down n the two spend a night as husband n wife, bound together always.
The next mornin, Jamie hears someone screamin downstairs. His heart starts racin, as he puts on Claire's strange robe, and rushes out of the room in haste. The screamin begins echoin through the air, as he starts makin his way to the kitchen. Jamie's eyes land on Breeh, standin by the monstrous object they call a telephone. Her eyes meet his n she starts laughin. "Da, why are you wearing mama's robe, did I wake you?" Jamie starts noddin his head. "Aye thought ye were in danger, mi nighean." Breeh shakes her head. "I'm so sorry, da, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just calling a few people about my engagement and the party mama is hosting next week." Jamie feels confusion floodin thru his veins. "What the devil are ye talkin bout?" Breeh's eyes begin lightin up. "Mama and I decided on it this morning. You see, in this time, we have engagement parties to announce and celebrate a couple's engagement. I suppose, I got a little too excited telling two of my friends about it. I'm sorry again, da." Jamie starts noddin his head, givin up on understandin this time n it's strange customs. "Aye, do ye kent where ye mother is?" Breeh begins cradlin the telephone again. "Mama went to the hospital to talk to Uncle Joe about getting her job back. She should be back soon." Jamie, feelin a wee bit embarrassed, starts walkin up the stairs to put on proper clothin. Maybe his father's duty in this ghastly time isn't providin, but learnin bout n survin it.