Jamie should not be in charge of naming their children. A sneeze indeed!
Stanley Weber and his French are just so hot!
She knows alcohol is bad for the baby, right?
What the hell did Comte Hottie do?!
Well, Jamie took that better than I thought he would. He does make a good point. He should get to kill Black Jack, not some cows.
Aw, poor Murtagh!
Ooh, the apothecary suspects something is not right with Claire. Is he a time-traveler, too?
Did they know about dinosaurs then?
A bit of foreshadowing here. She might not find it so easy to take her own advice later.
Oh. My. God. Stop talking, Jamie, while you still have all your parts!
Jamie's speech is both heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time. He's not just a pretty face.
Finally some Black Jack-free sex. Also, Jamie's a boob man.
No full-frontal Jamie here.
What the heck? They have a front door, Charlie!
Who needs a presentation at Court? Not Claire.
Um...this story is starting to sound familiar.
Another Castle/Beckett moment.
Sam Heughan looks so much better with his hair loose.
Her assistant, for lack of a better term is a young boy. Haha!
Fergus has a career in psychology ahead of him. He gets women.
What was that grease?
The duke knows the bee's nest he stirs up.
Poor Mary, that guy will crush her in bed!
Ha, Charlie won't know what hit him.
Dukey doesn't like the Jamie-Charlie bromance at all.
Poor Mary!! What was that "La Dame Blanche" business?
Keep it together Charlie. Don't be weird.
The Comte is not happy to see Claire. He definitely planned the attack.
If Mary and Alex are in love, how does she end up marrying the a-hole?
The duke is a fun guest. And Charlie, he's gay. Duh!
Those fat guys can throw a punch. And Sandringham left the battlefield again! Haha!
Murtagh's like, "Now this is a party!"
Fergus's first dinner party is a success.
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