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Loss Ficlet: Negotiations


Many thanks to @notevenjokingfic and @balfeheughlywed for putting together another incredible round of the One Quote One Shot challenge. I didn’t know if this was going to get written, but it did, and I am so grateful for the constant encouragement of NEJF and @smashing-teacups tonight to get it done. NEJF saved this and helped me make this sound like Loss!Jamie and Claire, and I’ve ended up quite liking the result. I hope you enjoy. 

Loss Ficlet 
November 2019
(One Quote One Shot, Book 2)

It’s funny, the things you can forget with the passage of time.

Things that are monumental, that change you and scar you. Things that somehow become the smeared residue of a time past before they disappear from memory entirely.

It’s funny how you can go on living as though they were never there.

I forgot the date one unseasonably warm Saturday morning in November. Jamie and I were embarking on an adventure of normaling so banal that my excitement was off the charts. The thrum of our completely boring day registered at such a pitch that I failed to recognize it was the 2nd of November.

Without any prompting from me, Jamie had reached for the decaf coffee that morning. Save his tired hand scrubbing a lazy trail across his stubble-gritty face, he made no protest at the prospect of consuming the decaffeinated black sheep of the coffee family. I raised a curious brow at him as I set mugs on the counter before turning to core the last of the berries I’d frozen at summer’s end.

“For the peanut, ye ken,” he explained, setting the pot to brew.

“The peanut?” I asked, lifting a brow and biting my lower lip as I did my damnedest not to look at him. Out of my peripheral vision, I caught him adjusting his glasses (a flash of what I had seen earlier in the week running through my mind – the ultrasound printout clipped to the pencil cup in his office as he took off his glasses to kiss me senseless). It was like I knew what he was going to say, but I wanted to hear it anyway. 

Every bloody syllable of it.

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