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It was just the same.
A hasty wedding.
A Fraser kilt.
A bridegroom wi’ blue cat’s eyes
And he…about to lose the person he loved most in all the world.
The lad’s eyes were eager, asking his blessing.
“She’ll do.” (Can ye no’ see how much this pains me, Jamie?)
“D’ye think my mother would have approved?”
“Do I look like a gypsy to you, huh? Able to commune with the spirits?” (For God’s sake dinna speak o’ her to me, now.)
The hurt in the boy’s eyes.
Ellen’s boy.
His boy.
A bridegroom wi’ blue cat’s eyes…verra much in love.
Ellen’s sweet smile in his heart, behind his eyes, always.
“Claire’s smile is just as sweet.” (Aye, son, she’d ha’ been pleased of your bride… and of you).
The boy’s own sweet smile.
His joy to see it.
A marriage. Just the same.
That unforeseen blessing might flow from this one, as well.
For them and for him.