#for sennens benefit he is actually her dad and the long lost love of her mothers life but neither of them Know That

[philtstone]

hello pal, being me, i would like to request the word BABY from ur wips, thank u my friend

sennen i must apologize bc u don’t go here but i could not find the word baby in a single other wip of mine (scandalous i know!!!) so here is an excerpt from a plotless s3 fix-it au bc i am still upset that outlander gave me FOUR babies and then did not give me any soft baby-parent moments. WHO was hired to make that decision i just wanna talk anyway here we go w a side of concealed identity and (offscreen) mutual pining and mild parent trap in the 18th century energy, which i figure are your Brands. also both the word baby and an actual baby!

“That’s because you’re the tallest person I’ve ever met,” Bree tells him, with great conviction. 

“Am I really?” asks Mac. It’s in that way he has, where she is sure he’s very sincerely curious but there are also little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, like he’s laughing all the while. Mac doesn’t laugh much with his whole face, because Bree figures he is always a little sad -- sometimes people are just like that, Mama has explained -- but it makes her feel all funny inside. Being sad is usually no good, in Bree’s experience. 

But Mac smiles a lot, even if he doesn’t laugh, always with those little crinkles around his eyes. Bree has decided that she likes this about him very much.

“Mm-hmm,” Bree says now, truthfully. Mama says that she must be truthful always, so that is what Bree is doing, with great diligence, even if sometimes she feels that Mama herself is not being truthful more or less generally in life. It’s a funny sort of feeling. Bree turns her attention back to Winifred the horse, and the gentle movements of Mac brushing her coat. She kicks her legs out a little bit, swinging them. “Mama’d say so too if she were back from being away, ‘cause you’re even taller than she is an’ she’s the tallest,” Bree holds her hands up over the head so they almost touch the rafter, “like this!”

Mac’s eyes are crinkling again. He stops his brushing, one large hand hovering against Winnie’s smooth neck, and gives her a gentle look over the big horse’s back. “Yer Mam isnae here tonight, a nighean?”

“No,” says Bree solemnly, dropping her arms back down. “She went off to deliver a whole baby. Lady D asked her to. It’s why I came down here.”

“T’keep the horses company,” says Mac, equally solemn.

“Don’t be silly, Mac,” says Bree, but something about the lonely sigh that was building up in her little chest goes away.

send me a word and I’ll post a segment of a WIP that contains it!