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Valentine's Day, 2024

Valentine's Day is here once again. With a little girl who loves big, there is no way to ignore the day. 💓

I cannot begin to express how much I adore writing domestic MSR. The happiness it brings me is seriously unmatched, it just flows from my fingertips, unable to be stopped.

I hope you enjoy this next installment in the family series.

And happy Valentine's Day. 💓💓

February 14, 2024

“Mommy!” Faith yelled when she saw Scully, running to her and throwing her arms around her neck as Scully squatted down to catch her. “I thought Daddy was coming to get me. I didn’t think you would be here.”

“Did I surprise you, my love?” Scully asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, Mommy. You did,” Faith said, pulling back to smile at Scully. “I’m happy to see you today.”

“Well, I’m happy to see you too, honey,” Scully said, a lump forming in her throat as tears pricked her eyes. “How about you go get your things and we’ll get out of here?”

“Okay!” Faith said happily, releasing her hold on Scully and running to collect her backpack, lunch box, and any other items from her cubby.

Scully sighed as she stood up and quickly wiped her eyes as she watched Faith in her now slightly dirty white tights, black fuzzy boots, denim skirt, and her red Valentine’s Day sweater with white hearts. Her hair was pulled back halfway and then braided into two braids to look like a heart, a style which she had begged to have after seeing it in a tutorial video.

She was a walking valentine.

Smiling as she saw Faith laughing at something one of her friends said, Scully shook her head. It hit her at the oddest of times, how quickly Faith was growing up and becoming her own person.

Of course she saw her every day and was privy to everything happening in her life, but there were moments when she would do a double take as she looked at Faith, seeing not the five year old girl, but someone older she did not know yet. It took her breath away at times, not wanting life to move so fast.

“Mommy,” Faith said, walking toward Scully with her backpack on, her arms full of papers. “Can you help me with all these?”

“Of course, my love,” Scully said, reaching for the crinkly pages of artwork. “Wow, you have a lot of papers here.”

“Uh huh,” Faith nodded, rocking up on her toes. “We made love heart trees.”

“Oh… I see that. Oh, honey. It’s so beautiful. I love the colors you chose.”

“Thank you, Mommy. But that one’s not for you.”

“Is it for Daddy?” Scully asked, looking at the different shades of blue paint that she had used to make a large heart shaped tree. There were brown branches added to it, some larger than the others, and a thick trunk at the bottom with a large knothole in the middle. “Is this hole for the animals to sleep inside?”

“Uh huh,” Faith said again, reaching up to look at the stack of papers. Scully bent down a little so she could see it better. “A squirrel lives in this tree, but he’s out gathering nuts to eat later.”

“I see,” Scully said with a smile. “Well, you’ll have to tell Daddy all about the squirrel when you give it to him.”

“No, Mommy,” Faith said, shaking her head. “This one isn’t for Daddy.”

“Who’s it for then?”

“For Jacob,” she said matter of factly and Scully raised her eyebrows. “Daddy’s is different colors. Let me find it.” She took the papers and laid them on the floor, slipping her backpack off as she spread out the papers, despite other children and parents walking around her.

“Honey, you-”

“Here it is!” Faith said triumphantly, picking up a multicolored tree and handing it to Scully.

“This is beautiful, Faithy, but I think maybe we should move over to the table? Or the top of the bookcase there, so your pictures don’t get stepped on? I think that would be better.”

“Okay, Mommy. I’ll pick them up. Can you get my backpack?”

“Yeah, baby. I got it.”

They walked to the low bookcase and Faith set the stack of papers down.

“This one is for Jacob,” she said, laying the one Scully had already seen beside her larger pile of papers. “This one is for Unco. It’s all yellow and orange because he was the coward lion for Halloween.” She giggled as Scully laughed softly, remembering Skinner in the Cowardly Lion costume. “This one is for Liz Beth, because she likes pink, purple, and little blue.”

“Light blue,” Scully corrected her in a whisper, smiling as she looked at the tree for Elizabeth.

“This one is for Raycho,” Faith continued, moving Elizabeth’s drawing over. “It’s blues and purples like her ballerina painting. I like that painting. It makes me happy.”

“Oh, Faith,” Scully breathed, shaking her head slowly.

“And this is yours, Mommy. I made this one for you. See?” Moving Rachel’s drawing, Scully gasped at the heart tree Faith had made for her. “Do you like it, Mommy?”

“I love it. It’s so beautiful,” Scully whispered, squatting down to look at it closer.

“It’s the colors of your office. The green walls of the office. And black and white and gray. All the colors in there, Mommy. Oh, and little brown, like the bookcases.”

“Faithy,” she said, touching the drawing and tracing the darker brown of the tree up to the light yellow in the center. “It’s so beautiful, honey. Can you tell me what the yellow is in the middle?”

“That’s the light,” she said, looking at Scully in confusion. “Like the light on your desk.”

“Of course it is,” she whispered with a small chuckle.

“I have to write my name still. The paint was too wet. I can do it later at home, right? Before we go to Unco’s house?” Faith asked, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Yes. We’ll have time for that,” Scully reassured her, as she continued to look at the heart tree. “How did you make these?”

“With my fingers,” Faith said, wiggling them at Scully with a giggle. “We did heart finger painting.”

“And you made one for everyone,” Scully said softly.

“Welllll…” Faith said, looking around the classroom. “Miss Cole said it was supposed to be only one… maybe two, but I made more.”

“I can see that,” Scully laughed quietly.

“She said it was for our family, for Valentine’s Day. But, I have…” She held up her hand and pointed to each finger as she named them. “Unco, Raycho, Jacob, Liz Beth, Daddy, and you, Mommy. That’s six people in my family. I had to make six.” She shrugged and Scully set Mulder’s heart tree onto the pile as she reached for Faith, pulling her close and closing her eyes.

“Do you know how much I love you, Faith Mulder?”

“Yeah,” Faith said as she hugged her back. “As tall as the mountains, as deep as the sea, and all the way to the farthest planet.”

“Plus…”

“Infinity,” Faith said and Scully smiled as she let her go and smoothed back her hair, kissing her forehead softly. “I love you all those things too, Mommy.”

“I’m so happy you do.” Faith nodded and Scully kissed her forehead once more before collecting the papers. “What do you say to lunch and then the park?”

“The big park?” Faith asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, the big park,” Scully said, smiling at her.

“Can Daddy come with us? He always pushes me so high on the swing.”

“We can call him in the car and ask him if you’d like,” Scully said, knowing full well Mulder’s answer would be yes, leaving behind the project he had nearly completed for Faith.

“I just need like an hour more,” he had said, hanging yet another large tissue paper heart from the ceiling as she had walked out of her office.

“Mulder,” she had said, shaking her head. “This is a lot.”

“Raising the bar, Scully,” he had said, winking at her. “Letting her know that she shouldn’t settle for less than complete adoration when it comes to holidays.”

“So is this also meant for me? To represent your love and adoration of me?” she had asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him. “Because… while it is lovely and sweet, I tend to prefer coffee, wine, or something… sparkly.” She had gestured to her ears and then her wrist as he had laughed, stepping off the step ladder and walking over to her.

“We haven’t even exchanged gifts yet,” he had said in a low voice, pulling her to him and swaying them back and forth as he had smiled at her. “You act as though I don’t know you, woman.”

“I was just teasing. I don’t need anything,” she had said as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and he brought his forehead to rest against hers, fully aware she had a gift for him wrapped and ready to be given later.

“No more of no gifts between us,” he had whispered. “We were different then. We have a girl watching us who sees how love should be expressed and celebrated on special occasions. We have a legacy to protect.”

“Stop being cute and quoting Hamilton at me,” she had whispered back and he had laughed quietly.

“Wait for it. Wait for it,” he had sung softly, spinning her suddenly and then dipping her, both of them laughing before he had kissed her.

“I’ll pick her up,” she had whispered against his lips. “You finish up here.”

“Thanks, love,” he had said, kissing her once more before pulling her back onto her feet and returning to his task.

Hopefully he’s finished by now, she thought as they walked to the car and she glanced down at the many heart tree drawings in her hand.

“Can you call Daddy now, Mommy?” Faith asked as they began to leave the school.

“Sure, honey,” Scully said, pressing a button on the Bluetooth.

“Can I say it?”

“Sure.”

“Call, Mulder,” Faith said loudly and clearly after she heard the beep, Scully grinning as she glanced back at Faith.

“Calling… Mulder,” the voice said and Faith smiled as the phone started to ring.

“Jello,” Mulder said when he answered and Faith giggled.

“You’re so silly, Daddy. You’re supposed to say hello, not jello.”

“Oh. Silly me. I must have forgotten,” he said and Scully smiled again.

“Daddy, we’re going to get some lunch and then go to the big park,” Faith said, opening her arms to emphasize the size of the park.

“Hey now, but what about me? What if I want to go to the park?” he asked and Scully could practically see him pouting.

“We’re inviting you, Daddy! This is your own special invitation. Will you RSVP?”

Mulder choked and Scully covered her mouth as she let out a harsh laugh of surprise.

“Will I… RSVP?” Mulder asked, coughing over a laugh.

“Yeah. That means to tell me yes you will or no you won’t,” Faith explained, looking down at the hearts on her sweater.

“I see,” he said, clearing his throat. “Well then, I RSVP… yes. Yes, I will meet you at the park.”

“The big park, Daddy.”

“Yes, the big park. I’ll be there, my love.”

“Yay! Thank you for the RSVP, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, my girl,” he said, laughing softly. “Scully?”

“Yes?” she asked, laughing softly herself as Faith began singing quietly.

“Could you grab me something to eat too? S'il vous plait?”

“Of course, mon cheri,” she said and he hummed.

“Oh, Tishhhh,” he said softly and she laughed.

“See you at the big park,” she said, laughing as she disconnected the call, shaking her head.

As they waited for their food order, she sent a message to Rachel and Skinner, inquiring of their plans for the afternoon and if they wanted to possibly change them and join them at the park. Rachel quickly replied that they would indeed be there, needing to get out of the house for a little while.

While they ate their lunch at a picnic table, Scully helped Faith write I love you, Love Faith on all of her drawings and then placed them into an extra folder Scully found in the car.

Mulder arrived, kissing them both hello before he ate his own meal hurriedly in order to push Faith on the swings.

When Skinner, Rachel, and the twins arrived, Faith was beside herself with happiness. She ran over and hugged them all, telling Elizabeth she liked her beautiful heart dress, which used to be Faith’s.

“Did you want to give them their drawings, honey?” Scully asked and Faith hurried over to grab the folder, giving out the drawings and telling why each color had been chosen for that specific person.

Rachel cried at her drawing and the twins, but then laughed when she heard Skinner’s.

“Aww, you big ol’ lion,” she said, patting his face as he growled, showing his teeth. The kids laughed and then screamed in excitement as he stood up and started to chase them.

They ran to the playground and he swooped Faith up, hugging her close before setting her onto the play structure. He put the twins in the child swings and pushed them as Faith laughed about something and he smiled back at her.

“I should probably go give him a hand,” Rachel said, looking at all of their heart trees one more time. “She’s such a sweet girl. So smart. Observant and creative. What will she be when she’s older?” She put the drawings back into the folder, smiled at them, then stood up to join Skinner.

“What will she be?” Scully echoed in a whisper.

“Amazing. At whatever she does,” Mulder said, squeezing Scully’s thigh gently.

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking at his drawing. “All the colors, Mulder. You got all of them, just like her treehouse at home. All the colors, because that’s who you are to her. All the happiness and color in the world.”

“And you’re her calm, Scully,” he said, nodding to her heart tree. “The peace and comfort she needs when things get to be too much.”

“Yeah,” Scully nodded, tears pricking at her eyes for the second time that day. “I suppose I am.”

“She’s a pretty great kid,” he whispered, watching her help push the twins, laughing as they began to laugh.

“She is at that,” Scully replied with a smile.

“I’m gonna head over and join the group,” he said, turning his head to look at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “But might I first trouble you for a kiss? Can you RSVP on that question?”

They both laughed loudly and she wiped tears from her eyes as she shook her head. She kissed him, both of them still laughing, before he stood up and extricated himself from the table.

“RSVP,” he said under his breath as he walked away, shaking his head with a chuckle.

She smiled as she gathered up their drawings and added them to the others. Putting Faith’s backpack on top of it to keep them from blowing away, she stood up from the table.

She joined Rachel, who was now pushing Elizabeth in the swing. Faith and Jacob, both suddenly screamed excitedly as they ran across the suspension bridge, their laughter soon filling the air, as Mulder and Skinner played the mean trolls waiting beneath, growling and grabbing at them as they passed.

What will she be? Scully wondered as she watched Faith, breathing hard and smiling as she whispered in Jacob’s ear. He nodded, his eyes locked on Mulder.

Amazing, beyond any of our wildest expectations, she thought as Faith and Jacob shouted and ran back across the bridge, laughing and screaming in delight. She couldn’t possibly be anything less.

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #family #fluff #Family Life: The Story Beyond the Series #Valentine's Day #family fluff #Domestic #Domestic Fluff #Preschool #Arts and Crafts #Picnics #Phone Calls #Laughter #Happy #Love #kissing

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searching4sarahtonin · 8 months

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whoever decided not to include "Faith" by George Michaels on Aziraphale’s Playlist missed the opportunity of the century

"Well, I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body

I know not everybody has got a body like you, oh

But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away

And I know all the games you play because I play them too

Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion

Time to pick my heart up off the floor

Oh, when that love comes down without devotion

Well, it takes a strong man, baby

But I'm showin' you the door

'Cause I gotta have faithI gotta have faith

Because I got to have faith, faith, f-

I got to have faith, faith, faith

Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay

Say, "Please, please, please don't go away

"You say I'm givin' you the blues

Maybe, huh, you mean every word you say

Can't help but think of yesterday

And another who tied me down to loverboy rules

Before this river becomes an ocean

Before you throw my heart back on the floor

Oh, oh baby, I reconsider my foolish notion

Well, I need someone to hold me

But I'll wait for somethin' more

Yes, I gotta have faith

Ooh, I gotta have faith

Because I gotta have faith, faith, faith

I gotta have faith, faith, faith

I'll just have to wait

Because I've got to have faithI gotta have faith

I've got to, got to, got to have faith

Before this river becomes an ocean

Before you throw my heart back on the floor (I just got to have faith)

Oh, oh baby, I reconsider my foolish notion

Well, I need someone to hold me

But I'll wait for somethin' more

'Cause I gotta have faith

Ooh, I gotta have faith

Because I gotta have faith, faith, faithI gotta have faith, faith, faith"

#good omens #good omens 2 #therapist hot take #good omens therapist #aziraphale and crowley #the angel aziraphale #ineffable communication skills

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yibss · 1 year

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faith chambers & sam barnes for @slothseasims’s love is blind challenge

✝️ faith ✝️

21 || she/her || straight || unemployed || big happy family aspiration || family-oriented || jealous || loves the outdoors

❤️‍🔥 sam ❤️‍🔥

27 || he/him || heteroflexible/bicurious || registered nurse || noncommittal || music lover || romantic

about faith: faith chambers, or “faithy” as absolutely nobody except for her everyone calls her, is a pastor’s daughter, head camp counselor, and all around perfection. she’d rather be premiering as the newest addition to the cast of real preacher wives of del sol valley, but she needs to find a husband first. she has dated some in the church, but it’s hard to find a guy around her age who’s willing to accept the responsibilities of caring for pastor chambers’ only daughter (not to mention, that little conceited, toxic streak she likes to pretend she doesn’t have). she’s hoping to go on this show to find the one -- settle down, have kids, and establish a lucrative, multi-platform home/family/lifestyle brand on socmed.

fun facts

her dream honeymoon destination: mt. komorebi in summer

her dream wedding dress: the beo collection six dress

likes: hiking, singing on sunday mornings, one-on-one attention

dislikes: competition, being challenged, rock music

about sam: behind sam barnes is a string of broken hearts and bad decisions. for every person you ask him about, it’s the same answer: “i just wasn’t ready to commit” or “i’m too different”. he’s happy in his career as a pediatric nurse at willow creek children’s and having jam sessions on his days off, but he thinks something’s missing. he thinks that now, after recently starting therapy to explore his commitment issues, he’s FINALLY ready for that special person, maybe some babies, and to ride off into the sunset. and finding romance on reality tv is just different enough for him -- looking for a partner in regular life hasn’t worked, so this will. right?

fun facts

his dream honeymoon destination: san myshuno in the fall

his dream career: international rock star -- but he’d miss his patients too much!

likes: midwestern emo, IPAs, deep conservations (as long as you’re not talking too much about marriage)

dislikes: quiet, a lack of change, sub sandwiches

[i’d so put these two up for download with careers, for real likes and dislikes, talents and weaknesses, etc. if you guys want them and they’re not picked but !!!! omg i’m so excited.]

#love is blind challenge #ts4 edit #sims 4 edit #ts4 #my sims #slothseasims #serious fr tho faith is so fucking toxic LMAOOO #sam is a little toxic but he rly does want to be better

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theawkwardterrier · 6 months

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6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

The arc in Muscle Memory where Faithie baby needs surgery, and Claire starts to truly rely on Jamie in that moment as they are both just terrified parents together was so good and emotional, and I was so engrossed in the story that Beckett came and kept me company, like she sensed fic-reading emotional support was in order 😅💜

7. What made me the most emotional after reading

In After the War is Over, when we find out the connection between Jamie and Claire from the war, it was such a good twist and so poignant and emotional and tender and devastating, and I lost my damn mind over it 🥲🥲🥲

9. A fic i’m excited for you updating/posting

I'm loving the Fraser Family Feels and Da!Jamie goodness in All the Ways Home, and I am also, as you know, foaming at the mouth for the Great Depression fic, so this is really just to say you are keeping us so well fed with fic and I am basking in it MWAH!! 😘

Ahhh, fic support cat Beckett, the best! 🥰🥰🥰 I'm so glad you liked that twist in After the War Is Over (I honestly didn't think it would get as big of a reaction as it did? Super unexpected but super nice!!) and that you're enjoying All the Ways Home, which in some ways is really different in tone/focus than my other OL work? But anyway, teamwork to add more to the Jamie/Claire tag on AO3, I am very proud of us, high fives and smooches forever 🙌🙌🙌

Asker asks!

#fic memes #Anna my continued undying devotion to you!!!

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burninlovebutler · 1 year

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out!

LOVE U BABES (even tho u hate my other husband 🙄)

#faithy baby #wifey faithy #mel's asks #i love timmy ok

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renee-writer · 2 years

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Loved Her First Chapter 3 New Home New Baby

A/N This chapter is written by the Incredibly talented @omgbarbiegurl. 😁

AO3

The house they pulled in front of took Claire’s breath away.

It was late summer in Boston, the trees were a rich green color, but she could see some lightening of the leaves that would eventually lead to the beautiful golden hues of Fall.

“Here we are!” The realtor Mr. Nevers said as he pulled his car along the side the curb.

Claire got out of the car, clutching Faith in her arms. Faith was dressed in a blue dress that just brushed the tops of her knees with tiny white bloomers over her diapers. On her feet were tiny Mary Janes, and her red hair was bunched up in 2 curly pigtails.

Claire herself was dressed in a checkered blouse with a matching skirt, loose for her growing bump.

She followed Frank and Mr. Nevers into the house shifting Faith as they walked. At 3 years old, she was getting a little heavy, but Claire needed her as an anchor for now.

Mr. Nevers opened the door and stepped inside.

“Crown molding as you can see, hard wood floors, it’s been completely modernized. Wonderful gas stove that you will find so helpful Mrs. Randall.

Claire gave a tight smile and set Faith down on the floor who grabbed her Mother’s hand.

Frank smiled at the little girl.

“Would you like Daddy to hold you?”

Faith put her thumb in her mouth and gave Frank a long wary look.

There was a beat of silence before Mr. Nevers cleared his throat.

“Uh shall we see upstairs?”

The small group climbed the stairs to the second floor

When they reach the 2nd floor, Claire glances at Frank with a small glare.

“There are only 2 bedrooms.”

“There is plenty of space downstairs, if push comes to shove, we can create a 3rd bedroom.”

Claire said nothing, just huffed out a breath, and lifted her daughter.

“Come on Faithie let’s go see your room.”

“Faithie’s room!”

Claire walks her into the smaller bedroom and smiles. There is lots of space if the new baby turns out to be a girl, the new baby and Faith could share. She hopes for a girl, a boy would be claimed by Frank, twisted and turned. A daughter would be hers alone.

There is a large window with a seat, perfect for sitting and reading stories.

“Well, this is lovely.” She said mostly to herself, Faith had squatted down and was poking at the carpet before looking up at Claire and smiling widely.

“Mama see!”

“Yes, my love, it’s very pretty hmm?”

“Well, it seems Miss Faith very much likes it.” Frank says as he appears in the doorway.

Faith scuttles up and runs to her Mama’s side, staring at Frank.

Frank blows out a breath and rubs his face.

“Claire, we must do something about her.”

Claire felt her hackles rise.

“There is nothing wrong with Faith.” She said firmly.

“I can’t get close to her. She runs every time she sees me, and acts like I am some boogeyman come to life.”

Claire looked over Frank’s shoulder and dropped her voice.

“She doesn’t know you, Frank. She remembers her Father-”

“I am her Father, we had an agreement-”

She consigned Mr. Nevers’s ears to Hades if he can overhear them.

“You can’t erase her Father with an edict, demand she forget about the good man that raised her for almost 3 years.” Her voice rose with the outrage she felt.

“No more than I can erase him fucking you those years huh?”

Claire felt her anger rise, and she was 2 seconds from striking him when Mr. Nevers appeared.

“Oh, here you are! I thought Mr. Randall was following me downstairs, but no.”

He immediately senses the tension, and clears his throat.

“Well, um shall we tend to the paperwork, and I can give you the keys.”

The three of them follow him down.

The papers are signed, Mr. Nevers gives Frank the keys and wishes them well.

Both adults are calmer now, Frank gives her a smile.

“Well, my darling, it is ours. Signed and Sealed.”

Claire looks around, holding Faith’s hand.

“You sure we can afford it?”

“A bit tight on an associate professor’s salary, I’ll admit, but... you’ve always said you wanted a place to call home; a real home.”

Claire looks around, taking in the house now that they are truly alone.

“It’s certainly real. A little too real, perhaps. All this space for just the three of us.”

“Soon to be four.”

“Yes, four.”

****

A month later, Claire’s belly is rounder and more prominent. She needs to speak to a Doctor about prenatal care, and also needs to get Faith examined and inoculated.

Right now would be the perfect time to do it, Faith was having a nap upstairs, lunch was on hold due to her being unable to work the stove, (bologna sandwiches again).

She turned off the handle of the stove, and walked over the phone attached to the wall.

She lifted the earpiece, made sure no one was on the party line, and dialed ‘0’.

There was a clicking noise and Rosie Proctor answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi Rosie! Claire Fr-Randall.”

“Oh hello Mrs. Randall! How can I help you this afternoon?”

“I need a line to Dr. Abernathy’s office.”

“Of course, Mrs. Randall. Just a moment.”

There was a click and then the line tapped for a moment before ringing.

“Good Afternoon, Dr. Abernathy’s Office, how may I help you?”

“Good Afternoon. My name is Claire, and I am currently pregnant, and I have a 3-year-old. We have been out of the country, and I need to update my daughter on her inoculations; and get her a general wellness exam.”

“Alright Claire, well Dr. Abernathy has an opening this afternoon that I can squeeze you into. About 3:00?”

“That sounds lovely.”

“Wonderful. Now, just for some preliminaries, I need you and your daughter’s full names.”

“My name is Claire Fr-Randall. And my daughter’s name is Faith.” She takes a breath and stares at the window at the birds dancing on the sill.

“Faith Elizabeth Fraser.”

****

That afternoon, as they left the Doctor’s Office, Claire decided she liked Dr. Joe Abernathy very much.

Unlike some other Doctors she had run into; he seemed willing to listen to her, and when she spoke about her War experience, he had understood. He had spoken of his own experience in the War as a soldier, one of the many that the country had forgotten about.

“But, when I came home, I promised myself I wouldn’t let myself be nothing again. So, I put myself through Medical School, got my degree, and now…here I am.”

Faith had put up with his poking and prodding as well, intrigued by his dark friendly eyes. She had howled though when he inoculated her, though he had tried to be as gentle as possible.

He had given them both a clean bill of health, but suggested they both take some vitamins to boost up their immune system.

“It will be very beneficial for both babies, who need a lot of nutrients to grow big and strong.”

At that statement, he had tickled Faith and given her a lollipop.

Now she sat on a bench near the park, Faith dozing in her lap as Claire watched the world go by.

“Well, this is a lovely surprise.” A voice said over her head.

She looked up at Frank and smiled.

“Hello Dear.” She said softly.

“Hello Darling, what are you two doing sitting out here?”

“Well, we have just come back from the Doctor’s, and when I realized how close it was to the Uni, I thought we would sit and wait for you.”

It was only a half truth. The whole truth was she simply didn’t want to go back home, she felt like she was slowly becoming part of the furniture.

“Oh, you went to the Doctor’s? Who did you see?”

“Dr. Joe Abernathy. He was a very kind man; I feel very comfortable with him.”

“Darling, you should have waited for me, I would have been happy to introduce you to Dr. Steubens, all of my colleagues swear by him.”

Claire wrinkled her nose. “I have heard of Dr. Steubens from some of the neighbors, the man is a quack.”

“I doubt my colleagues are wrong, Claire.”

Claire had to bite her lip because what she wanted to say is that she imagined that exams were not being done at Dr. Steubens, but a bunch of back slapping and palm greasing. She had seen it done back in the 1700s, why would today be any different?

Instead, she stood up and shifted Faith. “We should be getting home; I need to make dinner and Faith needs to be put to bed.”

****

9 Months later, Brianna Ellen Fraser came screaming into the world.

Claire had refused to be put into Twilight Sleep, and Joe had listened to her, despite the intern, William Thorne, trying to insist otherwise.

Joe had quickly put him in his place, stating he was the attending, William was the intern. And when William ditched his rubber training pants for a Doctor’s coat, he could run the show his way.

“Until that moment, young William, you will follow my instructions. Clear?”

He nodded with a frown. “Crystal.”

“Wonderful, now Claire, it’s time to get the baby out. Ready?”

“As I ever will be.”

****

Hours later, she held her red headed siren in her arms, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Oh, you were not what was desired, but that makes you no less dear to me. A boy would have been the son Frank wanted, but you, Brianna Ellen Fraser, shall be all mine.”

She looked up as the door opened, and Gail, (Joe’s wife), appeared holding Faith in her arms. Frank trailed behind her, a sour look on his face.

Claire looked at Gail, but Gail shook her head subtly.

Claire took a breath, and plastered a smile on.

“Come my sweet ones, and see the new baby.”

Faith all but leapt out of Gail’s arms and onto the bed. She crawled up to her Mother, eager to see the new baby.

“Faith, this is your sister Brianna.”

“She peety Mama!”

“She is, and she looks almost like you did when you were born.”

“Weally?”

“Yes.”

Faith tapped Brianna’s face lightly. “Hi Bree!”

Frank moved closer, a tight smile on his face.

“A grand nickname.”

“Indeed.” She presses a kiss to Brianna’s head, then Faith’s cheek, then looks at Frank.

“Frank, would you be a darling and go get me some water? The nurse was supposed to do it ages ago, but I think she forgot about me. And I'm dying of thirst.”

“Of course, my dear. Then I shall hold Brianna when I return.”

“Of course.”

When he leaves the room, she looks at Gail.

“Gail what the fuck?”

Gail sat down in the chair fast, and pulled Faith into her lap.

“Faith apparently was having a tantrum when I came, he was getting ready to spank her when she spotted me and ran to me. He got very upset and tried to grab her, but I told him to leave her alone. Then that idiot blonde nurse Muffy or Millie, whatever her name is says he needs to sign the Birth Certificate to be processed.”

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ.” She closed her eyes; she could see the words she wrote as Brianna had napped in her bassinet.

Brianna Ellen Fraser

“I am sure he will have some words to say.”

“Hopefully he won’t say them in a hospital. You know Claire, if you need a safe place, Joe and I do have room for you and the girls.”

“Thank you, Gail, if it comes to that I will let you know.”

The door opened again, and Gail got to her feet.

“Well, I will take my leave, let me know if you need anything Claire.”

“Thank you, Gail.”

Once Gail left, Frank handed her the cup of water.

“Thank you darling, dry as a bone.”

“Indeed.”

He took Brianna out of Claire’s arms and let her sip the water as he cradled the baby.

“Oh, what a stout little one eh. She is just beautiful Claire.”

Claire nodded. “She is very beautiful; she looks a lot like Faith when Faith was born. Much bigger though.”

Frank chuckled and sighed. “Why is her name different on the birth certificate? I thought we discussed I was her Father.”

“You are her Father Frank, you will always be her Father. But, I wanted her and Faith to have the same last name.”

As Frank opened his mouth, she cut him off quickly. “I took Randall, I made no qualms about doing so, but I will be damned if these girls will lose the only thing that they have left of their biological Father.”

“People will talk.”

“And we will do well to ignore whatever they are saying.”

“I don’t know if I can live like this Claire.”

Claire took a breath and looked him straight in the eye.

“I didn’t force you to do anything, and I’m not forcing you to stay. You can walk away any time you wish.”

“And what then hmm?”

“I will get my Doctor’s Certification, Gail and Joe have both said they will help me with the girls. I would just need support from you until I can get a proper job.”

“All very neat and tidy.”

“I understand divorce often is when properly done.”

Frank flinches and shakes his head.

“When Millie and Jerry divorced a year ago, he gained his freedom but lost his children for it. Remember, the court ruled they needed a mother more than a father. Now he rarely sees them. That will not happen to me and these girls.”

“I would never keep them from you. We’d work out a compromise.

“You’ll forgive me, dear, if I’m not willing to risk everything on your goodwill. And besides, I made a promise to stand by you all, and I will. But I have some requests.”

“Alright.”

“I think we should have…discrete separate social lives.”

“Fine.”

Frank pressed a kiss to Brianna’s forehead before handing her back to Claire.

“To our new happy life.”

#my writing #omgbarbiegurl and i's #outlander fanfic #loved her first #chapter 3 #new home new baby #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

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4, 18, 20?

4. Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

I do outline high-level detail to start, but once I get into the thick of writing, I started with TBBFIY doing outlines just for whatever arc I was writing to keep myself on track and make sure I was hitting on everything I wanted to for that section, and those started to stray quite a bit from the original outline lol. But the original outline definitely helped me get started so I think it was worth it. It's a little chaotic, but I think that process works for me

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Both Jamie's and Claire's goodbye to Faith in chapter 7 of TBBFIY. Obviously I knew Jamie wasn't going to die in the war, but I think some readers were anxious that I was going to send Faith to the future with Claire and separate her from Jamie -- and that's certainly the route they try to take in chapter 9, so it was a matter of setting up for that without (hopefully) tipping off that Faith wouldn't be able to travel through the stones. And for Jamie, he just has no idea at this point if he'll see his baby again once he leaves for the war, and that was devastating to think about. Claire has knowledge of Culloden, but she doesn't know the future for the people she loves, so that's devastating for her to carry. But I approached it with both Jamie and Claire feeling certain that Faith would be reunited with her mother at least, because the alternative to them was unimaginable. So the weighty scene is really Jamie's goodbye. And I approached it similar to how Jamie did: if this was his last goodbye, what is everything that he wants her to know about him and his love her, her parents' love, and his hopes for her future? I really ended up loving the lines about Jamie mulling over who could give Faith their blessing on her marriage if he wasn't there and he just kept adding the men in the family. It added a little bit of lightheartedness to the moment and also, yeah, JAMMF would make it extremely difficult for any man to marry Faith lol. And his promise to her about keeping Claire safe and reuniting her with Faith was intentional -- that was how he would feel, I thought, and it would also be a devastating twist of fate when it's him who is left on the same side of the stones with Faith and not Claire. I really wanted that goodbye scene to feel like closure for Jamie, so that when he was at the stones with Faith two chapters later, he didn't need to give this whole speech to her (where she also doesn't remember who he is at that point), and it could be more focused on Jamie and Claire's goodbye to each other in chapter 9. And this goodbye scene with Faith also needed to carry the emotional weight and I'm just really, really proud of that scene. I worked so hard on it and I think I did end up with the weight and tone that I wanted for it. And then Claire's goodbye was intentionally not giving her closure. It felt in-character that she just wouldn't know what to say or how to approach it like Jamie would, and like she just can't emotionally face the reality of leaving Faith when she's so small, but it's also almost like she seals her fate by not saying a proper goodbye, because later she will be the one separated from Faith at the stones (at least for a wee bit) (yes I know I'm a monster for this). This feels uncomfortably ramble-y even for the DVD commentary level, so I hope some of it was enjoyable to read 😅

20. What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

Gotta be my wee Faithie girl 🥺

[for the fic writer asks]

#thanks Leah!!!#asks

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