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[nineteenfortyfive]

Who: Claire Fraser (nineteenfortygive) & the children (Bree, Fergus, and... Theon)
What: Moving house.
When: Vague first week of November.
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Added when needed.

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[givingback]

Uh huh. I wonder what else I was probably right about all along that you doubted.

[ She's just teasing, grinning. For a moment she forgets that the linens are still pretty dusty and falls back on the bed, only to send up a cloud of dust. Even as she coughs she laughs, looking over at Claire. ]

It's a good thing I'm not an asthmatic.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[That better not be anything lewd, young lady. Claire about to say as much when Bree sends the attack into the air, and Claire covers her mouth and nose with one hand while waving away the dust with the other. Even so, she ends up sneezing. Once. Twice. And a third time.]

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. [She sniffles.] Good thing you've your old bed until this place is cleaned up.

[givingback]

[ Bree coughs again, laughs more, then sits up swinging her legs over the bed. ]

Bless you. And I think I'll be beating all of this bedding with a stick until every single person up in stasis has been awake for ten years. Have I said thank you yet?

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire's half a mind to mess up that pretty red hair of hers, but the thank you saves Bree from her mother being a brat. For now. She laughs, sniffling again.]

More than enough. Have I told you thank you?

[givingback]

[ Bree smiles, but it's in confusion. ]

For what?

[nineteenfortyfive]

For being you.

[She smiles warmly, and realizes that throughout Bree's struggles here to settle in her new sense of self, she's never really acknowledged it.]

You're everything I could want in a daughter. I'm very proud of you, Bree. Always have been. And more so, each day. I'm very lucky to be your mother.

[givingback]

I was enough?

[ She knows there were times she was terrible, the things she said, the way she acted. But if she was ever worth the pain it cost to separate from Jamie, she hopes she loved her mother in return enough for Jamie, too. ]

Because I'm pretty lucky, too, you know.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're everything.

[Anything Bree has said or done in the past is long forgiven. Claire understands. It's not easy, finding out your mother's kept such a secret for your entire life.]

I never regretted being your mother. I regretted leaving you, now and then. Knowing I wouldn't be around for all the important things, but... the Storm's been a blessing, in that regard.

[givingback]

Don't regret it, mama.

[ Bree says that seriously, her tone shifting just a little as she sits up straighter. And true, it doesn't matter anymore, but if there's any lingering guilt or regret, it isn't needed at all. ]

I wanted you to be happy. After twenty years of doing what you had to for me, you deserved that. You deserved to go back and find him. It was hard. It was really hard to not pick up the phone just to hear your voice, but I never regretted telling you to go. Not after what you and Jamie did for me.

[nineteenfortyfive]

If you think twenty years is enough time with you, you're sorely mistaken.

[But there's never enough time, is there?]