A Wee Outlander FanFic

Chapter 4

   I awoke in a panic. I had forgotten about what took place the night before and began to scream for my baby. Claire quickly came into the room with Bonnie in her hands.

"Shhh, she's right here." She passed the crying child to me. "She's quite hungry, but you were so deeply asleep, I decided she would be fine until you woke up. How are you feeling?"

"Lonely." I whispered. My mind kept going back to the times I had been with Bonnie's father. I missed him quite a lot. He was excited...well happy to have a child, but he had refused to marry me. I knew he had not loved me like I loved him, but I still wished for him to be there. He would never see her grow or know that she was almost a portrait of him.

Throughout my pregnancy I wanted to go back in time, and stop myself from running away with him. I would have gone to Scotland and lived with my aunt, then I would have never became a disgrace. My aunt most likely thought I was dead which was better than being a living unwed mother, so at least she would never know of what I did, nor any other living members of my family. When I was pregnant, I planned to leave my baby once I had it. It was not something I wanted in my life and it was also something I would not have been able to care for. I already decided that before her father was arrested. Giving it away would of been hard, but at least it would be able to grow up. But now, I did not have to do that. Bonnie could stay with me. I had a home now, and amazing people who I could trust in my life.

"Well you will not feel lonely for long. You have Jamie and me as well as my daughter, Brianna, her husband, Roger, and their lady's maid, Lizzie. And my grandson Jemmy. I think him and Bonnie could grow up together. He's only three months old!"

I began to cry, "I have never met someone with such a big heart as yours Claire."

"Margarita, I would help anyone in your situation."

"Oh, Claire," I stopped crying, " You can call me Peggy... I lied about my name. Well Margarita is my name, but I usually go by Peggy. I didn't want you to know my name at first because I was scared you would gossip about me. I am very sorry."

She gave a gentle smile, "Don't you worry. I would never do that. However, I must tell you, I had to inform Jamie that you were not married."

"And he doesn't care?" I asked already forgiving her.

"No, nor will anyone in my family. We understand things far more than most people."

"You remind me of my mother. She always looked at shameful and odd situations differently. She always said that in a couple hundred years, the world would be different."

Clare chuckled, but by her body language she seemed to be hiding something. "Why don't you get some rest, I'll take Bonnie."

Many days passed and I regained my strength. Bonnie did well as she began to see the outside world. I took her outside one day so she could see the goats. They were my favorite animals as a child, so I thought she would be fond of them too. She was however, only a few days old, so all she did was cry at the sight of them.

"Aw, is the bairn afraid of the goats." Jamie asked as he walked toward the gate that enclosed them.

"I suppose she is," I smiled and began to rock her.

"Here let me lass." Jamie grabbed Bonnie and whispered to her in Gaelic.

"I never learned how to speak Gaelic. My father knew how to speak it and my mother spoke its Irish dialect."

"I didn't know you were Scottish. You look far more Irish," he laughed.

"Aye, well the red hair really supports both ethnicities."