You can…call me Da," he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. "If-if ye want to, I mean," "Da. Is that Gaelic?" He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. "No. It's only…simple." And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong;-and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Drums of Autumn ]
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