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

All rights for the Pic­ture of Jamie go to the right­ful owner Starz
Excer­pts and Quo­te by Diana Gabal­don from “Voyager“
I own not­hing but the editing
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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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