Pictures of Bree

The whole Scene:

I pul­led him down to sit besi­de me on the cot, and pul­led out of my pocket the small rec­tan­gu­lar packa­ge I had done up with such care in Bos­ton. I undid its water­pro­of wrap­ping, and thrust its con­tents into his hands. “The­re,” I said.
He took them from me, gin­ger­ly, like one hand­ling an unknown and pos­si­b­ly dan­ge­rous sub­s­tan­ce. His big hands framed the pho­to­graphs for a moment, hol­ding them con­fi­ned. Brianna’s round new­born face was obli­vious bet­ween his fin­gers, tiny fists cur­led on her blan­ket, slan­ted eyes clo­sed in the new exhaus­ti­on of exis­tence, her small mouth slight­ly open in sleep.
I loo­ked up at his face; it was abso­lute­ly blank with shock. He held the pic­tures clo­se to his chest, unmo­ving, wide-eyed and sta­ring as though he had just been trans­fi­xed by a cross­bow bolt through the heart — as I sup­po­sed he had.“Your daugh­ter sent you this,” I said. I tur­ned his blank face toward me and gent­ly kis­sed him on the mouth. That bro­ke the tran­ce; he blin­ked and his face came to life again.
“My…she…” His voice was hoar­se with shock. “Daugh­ter. My daugh­ter. She…knows?”
“She does. Look at the rest.” I slid the first pic­tu­re from his grasp, reve­aling the snapshot of Bri­an­na, upro­arious­ly fest­oo­ned with the icing of her first bir­th­day cake, a four-toot­hed smi­le of fien­dish tri­umph on her face as she waved a new plush rab­bit over­head.
Jamie made a small inar­ti­cu­la­te sound, and his fin­gers loo­sened. I took the small stack of pho­to­graphs from him and gave them back, one at a time.
Bri­an­na at two, stub­by in her snow­su­it, cheeks round and flus­hed as app­les, fea­the­ry hair wis­ping from under her hood.Bree at four, hair a smooth bell-shaped gleam as she sat, one ankle prop­ped on the oppo­si­te knee as she smi­led for the pho­to­gra­pher, pro­per and poi­sed in a white pina­fo­re.
At five, in proud pos­ses­si­on of her first lunch­box, wai­ting to board the school bus to kin­der­gar­ten.
“She wouldn’t let me go with her; she wan­ted to go alo­ne. She’s very b-bra­ve, not afraid of any­thing…” I felt half-cho­ked as I exp­lai­ned, dis­play­ed, poin­ted to the chan­ging images that fell from his hands and slid down to the floor as he began to snatch each new pic­tu­re.
“Oh, God!” he said, at the pic­tu­re of Bree at ten, sit­ting on the kit­chen floor with her arms around Smo­ky, the big New­found­land. That one was in color; her hair a bril­li­ant shim­mer against the dog’s shiny black coat.His hands were shaking so bad­ly that he couldn’t hold the pic­tures any­mo­re; I had to show him the last few — Bree full-grown, laug­hing at a string of fish she’d caught; stan­ding at a win­dow in secre­ti­ve con­tem­pla­ti­on; red-faced and tous­led, lea­ning on the hand­le of the ax she had been using to split kind­ling. The­se show­ed her face in all the moods I could cap­tu­re, always that face, long-nosed and wide-mou­thed, with tho­se high, broad, flat Viking cheek­bones and slan­ted eyes — a finer-boned, more deli­ca­te ver­si­on of her father’s, of the man who sat on the cot besi­de me, mouth working word­less­ly, and the tears run­ning sound­less down his own cheeks.
He splay­ed a hand out over the pho­to­graphs, trem­bling fin­gers not qui­te tou­ching the shiny sur­faces, and then he tur­ned and lea­ned toward me, slow­ly, with the impro­bable grace of a tall tree fal­ling. He buried his face in my shoul­der and went very quiet­ly and tho­rough­ly to pieces.I held him to my bre­ast, arms tight around the broad, shaking shoul­ders, and my own tears fell on his hair, making small dark patches in the rud­dy waves. I pres­sed my cheek against the top of his head, and mur­mu­red small inco­he­rent things to him as though he were Bri­an­na.

Pictures from Outlander

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Excer­pts and Quo­te by Diana Gabal­don from “Voyager“
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6 Comments

  1. Tammy
    June 13
    Reply

    *Sen­ding pray­ers above that we will see this sce­ne!*

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      June 13
      Reply

      Hi Tam­my,

      i pray for it all the Time..love that Moment so much.. TY for your com­ment 🙂 LG Hei­ke Gin­ger

  2. Peg Lyons
    June 14
    Reply

    I just read this pas­sa­ge last night as I am rea­ding Voya­ger AGAIN!! I love this book! It’s full of pas­sa­ges that I’ve high­light­ed or under­li­ned becau­se they are so memo­r­able. This is one that I find espe­ci­al­ly appe­aling. Jamie and Claire’s rela­ti­ons­hip just gets bet­ter and bet­ter.

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      June 14
      Reply

      Hi Peg,

      thanks for your visit and you com­ment. Yes, Voya­ger is full of gre­at Moments.After the Reuni­on it takes some Time befo­re they are real­ly trust eacho­ther again. He is afraid, she is afraid..but at the end all you need is Love :).. LG Hei­ke

  3. Denise
    June 23
    Reply

    I won­der if they will play this moment out in the show… When I read it from the book, it was just so rewar­ding…

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      June 24
      Reply

      Hi Deni­se..

      hope so much the­xy inclu­de it..when he saw the­se Pic­tures of his Child..heartbreaking..first i smi­led then i cried with him..so tou­ching.. LG Hei­ke Gin­ger

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