You're Still Keeping all of us Going.
Chapter: 1.
Charles and Molly are back home in Bath after the vow renewal in Antigua. A few changes have occurred and there's not long to go before they meet their 'Bun in Oven'.
34 weeks.
Molly had taken to pregnancy like a duck to water; yes she'd felt a little queasy at first but had not really suffered from the dreaded morning sickness, she'd even waited for the so called cravings to appear but they never did! She was definitely one of the lucky ones; her bump was small and neat like her and from the back she still had a definable waist, you wouldn't even know she was pregnant unless she was wearing something tight. She'd only gained 12Ibs in the 7 and a bit months since discovering Mission 'Bun in Oven' had been successful, all in all being pregnant had been a doddle. They'd decided not to find out the sex of the baby wanting it to be a complete surprise. She was approaching the 34 week stage when the constant kicking from the 'bun' was keeping her awake at night resulting in her feeling overwhelmingly tired during the day so much so she felt like she'd been hit by a steam train; she was fit it for nothing, her energy levels had dropped, nodding off whenever she sat down, Charles was due a surprise, her breasts had gone up almost two cup sizes in 5 days. She was now 6ibs heavier and she was missing him like crazy. With her bump being so neat their love-making had continued as before, she had to admit that the only real craving she had was Charles, missing their intimacy was not helping her get a handle on things at all!
Charles had effectively resigned from active service, dropping to the reserves and now training future officers at their nearby barracks in Aldershot. The base was only an hours drive away which meant he was able to be at home most evenings and weekends with the only exception of when he needed to be away on training exercises. This was one of those exceptions; he'd been away for 5 days and was expected home that evening. The training exercise had been a survival course, the lads were expected to romp for miles during the day guided by orienteering maps, tackle a variety of obstacles, be prepared to handle enemy fire whilst living off rations and sleeping in the open air at night. The days had been long and arduous and apart from the nightly calls he managed checking both Molly and their bun (as they affectionately called her bump) were doing ok, he was tired and missing her like mad!
Arriving back at barracks he made a quick call to her 'hey you, how you feeling? Bun ok? Molly explained how tired she'd been feeling 'Not overdoing it are you? 'He checked,acknowledging the concern in his voice, she huffed 'chance would be a fine thing, the bun is kicking like mad and wearing me out!' Taking in her comments he soothed 'well look Molls, I'm just about to grab a shower get changed and I'll be home! Ok?' knowing he was on his way brought all her emotions to the surface, tears getting the better of her she softly cried 'can't wait! I've missed you!' noticing the hitch in her voice all he now wanted to do was get home, softly he said 'missed you more Molls! Look bugger the shower, I'm leaving now, be home in an hour! Ok! Love you! ' 'Love you back!' she added.
Although Charles always says she's a bit of a softy; Molly was not someone who usually gives into teary outbursts; this pregnancy hormone stuff was all so new to her, up until now she'd got away with it; maybe this is how it is from now on she thought! Hoping she hadn't worried him too much, she tried to sit and watch one of those soppy rom/coms on the TV just until he gets back she thought! 15 minutes in and her eyes started to glisten, 30 minutes in the tears started, 45 minutes and she was sobbing. Charles put his key in the lock and called out 'Molls I'm home!' He could hear her sobs, worried something was wrong he charged into the lounge as if he was saving her from enemy fire, looking concerned he wrapped his arms around her 'Baby? What's wrong? Taking her face in his hands, he confirmed 'I'm here! Ok baby, He smiled, I'm home!' Trying to get her breathing under control Molly laughed 'Chaaarles! Don't worry, nothings wrong! I'm fine', before looking down and sheepishly admitting 'I was just watching a film and kinda crying at it!' Feeling a little foolish she shrugged 'Dunno! Think I've been hit by the pregnancy hormones or something!' He let out a sigh of relief 'Thank god for that! I thought something was wrong with the 'bun'!' Charles couldn't help it! He'd been so protective of her since finding out she was pregnant he was beginning to think he'd been affected by the same hormones. Seeing Molly like this was not something he was used to, so far she'd sailed through this pregnancy; just as well I've got some leave due he thought at least I'll be around to make sure she's ok.
Reaching for his face, she whispered 'I'm glad you're home! Coffee?' she offered, getting to her feet, Charles eyes focused directly on her breasts, 'Molly, He smirked it's not just the pregnancy hormones that's kicked in I see!' he commented biting his bottom lip, before pulling her in between his legs and giving her his best come to bed eyes, 'you're breasts look amazing! He said feeling that familiar twitch in his groin 'are they sore?' He asked with mock innocence and hoping the answer was no, Molly smirked back at him 'Sore no! Sensitive yes!' Nodding and trying to hide his delight "I'll just tease them gently then shall I?' He whispered, before proceeding to rub his thumbs over them and watching as they responded to his touch 'How you feeling Molls?' Leaning down to kiss him 'Horney!' she purred, "Good! He winked I was just thinking that some afternoon delight might be on the agenda!' He smirked, Molly softly giggled as she took his hand and led him upstairs.
Basking in the afterglow of their afternoon delight; Molly was snuggled into Charles as he had his hand resting on the 'bun', a small foot kicked out making his hand jump, 'see, told you! The 'buns' been going crazy lately!' Resting his face on her bump and dropping kisses he softly said "hey, little one! Daddy's home, you're supposed to be sleeping bubs! Mummy needs to relax, so no more Irish jigs! Ok!' Molly smiled softly at him as she ran her hand through his curls 'lets hope that kind of thing works when the 'buns' screaming its head off in the middle of the night!' His eyes twinkled up to her, 'well, if the 'buns' a girl and she's anything like her Mummy! Shouldn't be a problem!' He boasted. 'Oi, I'm not that easy!' she protested, brown eyes fixed on green and stalking up the bed towards her he hovered over her mouth 'No?' He challenged 'well, maybe a bit where you're concerned!' she surrendered 'Uh Huh' He moaned as he proceeded to show her she was more than just a bit of a push over where he was concerned.
Molly had kept in touch with Georgie on a weekly basis throughout the pregnancy; Georgie was approx. 3-4 weeks further along than Molly, they'd often compared notes on anything from morning sickness, to how much their bumps were showing, heartburn and even swollen ankles. It appears that Georgie had suffered from everything going, complaining that she felt depressed, was exhausted most of the time and had lost her petite frame very quickly; even likening herself to a Michelin man. The last time they had spoken Georgie had told her she was now relegated to wearing flip flops due to the swelling in her feet, and she missed sex, she had announced. Some things like mentioning her and Charles love life was completely taboo, Molly didn't want to tell her they were as active as ever and run the risk of upsetting her any further, all she could do was to offer her sympathy hearing how much her friend was suffering. It would seem that Molly had been so much luckier than Georgie in all the areas she'd described, but she was still concerned that her friend's grief was overshadowing the joy she had shared in Antigua. Molly had been calling Georgie for a few days but only ever getting her voice mail, she'd left a few messages but had not had any replies; concerned that everything was ok she asked Charles for her parent's number. Charles had only ever contacted Georgie's via her mobile, but not wanting his wife to stress herself he placed his arm around her shoulder and kissed her head 'Don't worry Molls, I'll make a call and get someone to lift her file! If that doesn't turn anything up I'll call Elvis' parents Eugene and Maria! Okay?' 'Okay.' She smiled. Charles managed to get Georgie's house number and passed it onto Molly, calling the house Marie answered 'Hi Molls, well the reason she's not got back is because she's in hospital, her blood pressure went sky high so she's there being monitored!' Thanking Marie for the info and saying her goodbyes she called Charles 'Georgie's in hospital, she's got high blood pressure! They're trying to control it before the baby arrives!' Saying it out loud really upset her, noticing his wife tearing up he moved quickly to pull her into a hug 'Listen baby, she's in the best place! And we'll keep in touch with the family, okay!' Molly nodded 'Okay!' Wanting to keep her calm, he suggested 'To put your mind at rest, how about we wait a few days, if things haven't improved we'll drive to Manchester over the weekend, as long as it's ok with her family!' Smiling at his thoughtfulness she reached up to touch his face 'Do you know you're all kinds of wonderful!' she gushed, letting out a snort, he went to open his mouth as if to protest, but seeing the love in her eyes he just held onto her tightly. 'Early night Mrs. James?' He whispered into her hair, 'There could even be a back rub in it for you if you're good!' Looking up at him she said 'I'm always good!' with a smoldering look 'Not just good Mrs. James, you're Perfect!'