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dearg_amadan) wrote2015-04-23 12:17 pm
dearg_amadan) wrote2015-04-23 12:17 pm
House hunting
The events of the past few weeks had left Jamie uneasy; an uneasiness compounded by his knowledge that these events had happened to many. So much about this place was strange to him, as strange as when Claire had first told him of her own journey through time and of the future. It was not a feeling that he liked, especially not when they had a babe on the way.
At the stables there had been talk about a farmhouse that the owner had seemingly abandoned, along with the animals. Jamie queried the men that he worked with, discovering what he could about the house. It was outside of the city and large enough for a family. But getting to and fro would not be any great task, alleviating one worry. He did not want to alienate his wife, nor leave her without friends nor occupation. But as she grew larger Jamie worried more about his ability to protect her in this place, especially living so stacked upon one another.
He broached the topic with her before making an appointment with the agent, pleased that he had not done so in the other order. Assuming things about Claire oft led to arguments, and in this he wanted her agreement and not simply acquiescence. The house was available, yes, and whilst the rents for it were more than the rooms they lived in now, it was an expense they both thought they could afford. He had told the agent not to worry about the goats and chickens that lived in the yard, as he knew their value and was comforted by the familiar presence of the animals.
“Do you care for it?” He stood between the kitchen and the front rooms, looking down at the worn wood floors. They needed polish but were good floors; solid and handsome. The structure was a strong one, and though he preferred stone to wood, he could find little, if any, fault. “If no’, we can try and find another.”
At the stables there had been talk about a farmhouse that the owner had seemingly abandoned, along with the animals. Jamie queried the men that he worked with, discovering what he could about the house. It was outside of the city and large enough for a family. But getting to and fro would not be any great task, alleviating one worry. He did not want to alienate his wife, nor leave her without friends nor occupation. But as she grew larger Jamie worried more about his ability to protect her in this place, especially living so stacked upon one another.
He broached the topic with her before making an appointment with the agent, pleased that he had not done so in the other order. Assuming things about Claire oft led to arguments, and in this he wanted her agreement and not simply acquiescence. The house was available, yes, and whilst the rents for it were more than the rooms they lived in now, it was an expense they both thought they could afford. He had told the agent not to worry about the goats and chickens that lived in the yard, as he knew their value and was comforted by the familiar presence of the animals.
“Do you care for it?” He stood between the kitchen and the front rooms, looking down at the worn wood floors. They needed polish but were good floors; solid and handsome. The structure was a strong one, and though he preferred stone to wood, he could find little, if any, fault. “If no’, we can try and find another.”
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She said it well enough, and hearing her use the Gàidhlig phrase made Jamie smile. He tucked a wild lock of her hair back, knowing another would come loose in its place. Home was something he had given up hoping for on that field where he'd thought himself dead. Having it here was more than he thought he might bear, some days. "My home. Aye, I suppose that you can be that, Mo Nighean Donn."
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Our first home. A proper home, with our own yard, a farm, a garden, even animals to tend. It's a little slice of the life we used to know in Scotland, and while I know Jamie is acclimating well, I make a promise to do whatever I can to bring little touches of the Highlands back to him.
My parritch experiment hasn't borne fruit yet, so I'll have to come up with other ideas.
"Come on," I say, taking his hand to lead us out of the living area and toward the back of the house. "Show me more of our home. And I want to see the land in the back, as well."
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Her hand was warm in his, wrapping his fingers about hers - except for the one that still wouldn't bend quite as he wanted it. It was the least of his worries, one finger that caused him pain some of the time. Especially here and with Claire.
"There's an upstairs, with bedrooms and one of the indoor privies. It can come furnished, they said, should we want. Perhaps until we can afford something of our own, we might make do?" He still found the shops that sold nearly everything in such great quantities disturbing. More, he wondered what was wrong with the furniture people disposed of on the sides of the road.