I couldna bear

The whole Scene

“Per­haps it’s as well,” Jamie said slow­ly, as though to himself.
“What’s as well?”
“That you’re bar­ren.” He couldn’t see my face, buried in his chest, but he must have felt me stiffen.
“Aye, I knew that long ago. Geil­lis Dun­can told me, soon after we wed.” He stroked my back gen­tly. “I regret­ted it a bit at first, but then I began to think it was as well; liv­ing as we must, it would be ver­ra dif­fi­cult if you were to get with child. And now”—he shiv­ered slightly—“now I think I am glad of it; I would­na want ye to suf­fer that way.”“I wouldn’t mind,” I said, after a long while, think­ing of the round­ed, fuzzy head and tiny fingers.
“I would.” He kissed the top of my head. “I saw Ian’s face; it was like his own flesh was being torn, each time Jen­ny screamed.” My arms were around him, stroking the ridged scars on his back. “I can bear pain, myself,” he said soft­ly, “but I could­na bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.”

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Quo­te and Excerpt by Diana Gabaldon.
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