Anonymous said: Neighboring love is so great!! What happens next?
Anonymous said: More neighboring love please? Thanks!
Anonymous said: I’m so excited your ask is open again! Could you please continue the one where Claire and Jamie are teens and fall in love but he leaves for France and comes home to find black jack trying to force Claire to leave with him?? It ended on such a cliffhanger! PLEASE PLEASE more!!!
anonymous asked: can you please continue the story where Jamie meets Claire on quartering day as teens and falls in love but he has to leave for France? I really loved it!
t-holls asked: Neighboring love?
Anonymous said:Would love to see more of the lairds foster or neighbouring love
The time has come to say goodbye to this lovely story. Here is the FINAL chapter of Neighboring Love.
Enjoy! – Mod WTT
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
“Fergus wait!”
“Ooof!”
“Stop it, Bree! You’re standing on my foot!”
“William pushed me!”
“Did not!”
“Will you three be quiet!” Faith hissed at her younger siblings, staring each of them down in a way that was reminiscent of their mother. “Mam and Da will hear if you three keep blundering around like a pack of wild dogs!”
Bree crossed her arms and huffed, glaring at her sister. “Why should we listen to you?”
“Because I’m the oldest, that’s why!”
“Nuh-uh!” William interjected. “Fergus is! By five minutes according to Mam!”
Faith rolled her eyes. “Do you see Fergus contradicting me?”
“No.”
“Then hush it!” She said in a harsh whisper. “Look, they’re headed this way!”
Jamie chuckled into my curls, trying his best to pretend he couldn’t hear our children bickering.
“Faith has yer fire, Sorcha.”
I laughed in return, “Yes, as does Bree. She’s wisely keeping her mouth shut right now.”
“They want to ken what we’re up to. Should we give them a show?” His eyes twinkled with mischief has the lopsided grin I’d come to love over the years broadened.
“What did you have in mind?” I said taking a step closer to him.
“Oh, something about like,” he leaned in closer his lips brushing up against my own, “this.”
His kiss was rough and passionate, deep and sensual; absolutely everything I’d come to love about this man. I threaded my fingers into the braid at the nape of his neck and deepened the kiss further. A chorus of disgusted moans and gags greeted the movement.
“Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick.” Fergus bemoaned and turned to fake throw up into the rushes, as his twin sighed and walked back towards the house.
“Yuck! Mam, Da, stop!” Bree exclaimed as she and William barreled into us trying to separate the kissing.
Jamie and I broke away, he winked, picked Bree up and flipping her over his shoulder said, “Yuck? You think me kissing yer Mam is yuck?”
Bree’s face started to turn the color of a beet from being upside-down as well as the uncontrollable laughter she was emitting as Jamie began tickling her sides.
“Da! Da! I can’t breathe! Stop! Please! Da!”
I laughed and looked down at the sight of my precocious three-year-old, arms crossed and brow furrowed in the replica of his father.
“What’s wrong my love?” I asked crouching down to his level.
“I don’t like it when you do that. Da can hurt you. You’re mine, my Mam. Mine to protect. Not Da’s.”
I stifled a laugh, “Oh my little love, you are my great protector but your Da wasn’t hurting me.”
William looked up, brows still crinkled in frustration. “He looked like he was attacking you!”
Picking William up, I cuddled him close to my heart, his head going to the crook of my neck. I could feel his tears leak down and splatter on my collarbone. “Shhh, my love. I’m fine. Your Da was kissing me, that’s all. He would never hurt me.”
“But he did!” Wailed William.
“Why do you think he hurt me?”
A small finger pointed to the slight bump of my abdomen. “I heard you say this one hurts more than ‘fore and you touched your tummy. He hurt you.”
I smiled and shook my head, oh the minds of three-year-old protective little boys. “No my love. Da didn’t hurt me. The baby in my tummy is making Mummy all achy.”
William pulled back his face set in a stern expression. “Then I don’t like the baby! The baby hurt my Mam and no one hurts Mam!”
“No, the baby isn’t to blame my darling. The baby is growing and Mummy’s body is aching because it’s helping your brother or sister grow. You made me all achy once, as did your siblings. It’s all normal and no one is hurting me.”
His frown started to ease and his tense posture began to slacken.
“Besides, you’ve scared away anyone who would dare hurt me. No one would dare mess with you, my little protector.” I said nuzzling his neck then blowing a raspberry, eliciting his glorious child giggles.
“So you’re no hurt?”
“Nope!” I reassured him with a smile.
He nodded and rested his head back on my shoulder. “Can we go back? I’m sleepy, Mam.”
I kissed his riotous red curls and smiled. “Of course my love.”
Tori