When she opened it, Claire gazed at her with a look both guarded and surprised.
Baby Claire was often in evidence in our work place, sleeping on mother's arm or in her file cabinet remodeled crib, or supping on Martha's breast.
Claire seemed pleased to be held by anyone, at least most of the time, but on occasion she'd let out a scream, loud enough to shake Howie from the past in spite of his near-soundproof basement room.
Now I won't even see Claire take her first step.
I can't imagine not seeing her or holding little Claire again.
Not wanting to be around to hear Claire get her way, Sofia climbed onto the edge of Damian's balcony and stretched upward toward the ledge running around the mansion.
Claire apparently had left.
She'd seen Claire in the kitchen and hallway, eating Pop-Tarts, eating chocolate, eating broccoli.
Claire asked, pausing in the door frame of the bathroom.
She wasn't dressed in skin-tight workout clothes like Claire, who joined Damian as he trotted down the stairs for their daily sparring session.
Of course, she wasn't nearly as smokin' hot as Claire either.
He wants Claire and probably has a private brothel in town.
Baz Luhrmann's hip version of Romeo + Juliet with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes.
Claire Elizabeth LeBlanc, all seven pounds, six ounces of her, came into the world at Dartmouth-Hitchcok Medical Center, in Keene, New Hampshire on June third.
Three weeks later, baby Claire Elizabeth LeBlanc was baptized at St. Bernard's Catholic Church with Betsy and Ben Gustefson as godparents.
Martha and baby Claire were released from the hospital after two days and both continued to prosper.
I felt like Claire Elizabeth must have felt when the doctor cut her cord.
Only baby Claire who slept soundly in her file cabinet crib was truly content.
Martha had brought along baby Claire and Molly was enthralled.
She'll love it, with little Claire to play with.
I could hear Claire complaining loudly in the background.
I was dialing my wife to tell her when Martha and Quinn came in the office, pushing a baby carriage with Claire smiling beneath her blankets.
Baby Claire began to cry.
I have a baby and I'm not about to drag Claire all over the United States!
Martha began to cry but thankfully, Claire quieted.
I always thought they had a pretty solid marriage, especially with Claire, but she's acting as crazy as a teenager and just watching her marriage crumble.
Claire, honey, you're such a dream baby; please, not now.
In a single motion, she tugged open her robe and nightgown, baring both breasts, pressing Claire to her right side.
I did so, until Claire was sated and burped.
She asked about the baby and I said Claire was fed and sleeping.
However, she was thrilled that baby Claire was in residence.
After some negotiations Martha was allowed to remain in bed while the rest of us, Claire included drove back to our house.
Betsy, Martha and Molly came by with Claire just before lunch.
With her attention locked on Claire, I had time to fill in both women with what I'd learned.
Baby Claire helped too, by taking her turn by demanding attention while I spent the time worrying about how I could protect the nest of fragile souls under my care.
Over their shoulder I saw Martha leave, with little Claire in her arms.
She even visited Martha and Claire with Molly each afternoon.
"Martha hasn't made up her mind about flying out to the funeral but if she goes, she'll take Claire as well," my wife said, with a note of sadness in her voice.
Martha and Claire have already left for Santa Barbara and the funeral so she'll fill Howie and Julie when she gets to California.
I guess he drove to the airport to pick up Martha and Claire but I guess they didn't come in when they were supposed to.
She and Claire are probably still in the air somewhere or Quinn hasn't hooked up with them yet.
He's desperate to ask Martha about the details of Annie's death but she, Quinn and Claire haven't reported in.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt Quinn, Martha and baby Claire might be gone.
I suddenly realized where the illusive motor home was parked and I knew Baby Claire Elizabeth LeBlanc was unidentified but alive!
I updated him on all we'd learned, with the only good news that baby Claire was alive and apparently well.
Claire Elizabeth is one of us now and bears the surname Gustefson, not Leblanc as her birth certificate reads.
Unfortunately, there is no one left alive to salute the LeBlanc and Betsy and I want our adopted daughter Claire to know she is fully a part of our lives.
There had been none since Claire, whose powers had been so weak, she couldn't even be blood bound.
Ask Claire what's going on, Dusty typed with a smiley face.
Claire was the closest thing, but she never received the training because her power was too weak.
There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.
Claire was as beautiful as the last time he'd seen her.
Claire was ready for him now.
"I can't, Claire," he said and pushed her away from him.
"Love," Claire said, "for old time's sake, please."
"Not this time, Claire," he said with resolution.
"Claire, no," he said.
I know you want me, Claire said.