Hello, I am back! May I just say one thing about the final episode: it was amazing, really amazing!
Anyway, this is going to be a collection of one-shot. They can be read separately, just a few moments of the future of Molly and Charles. Their great romance. I hope you'll like it.
Two Years Later..
"Everything alright in there, mate?", she asked, fully dressed in her army uniform, while leaning against the dark wall of the Army Training Centre in Pirbright. The place where it all happened for her. The place where she had her fourteen weeks basic training. Nothing had changed about this place. It all looked the same; the sergeants teaching the new recruits, soldiers coming and going or the sleeping quarters for that matter.
"Yeah, I'm coming", the seven year old son of Charles yelled back.
She smiled. It had been two years since she and the captain made it official. Two years since that amazing date in The Pump Room in Bath. The place where it all started. That moment when he first told her he loved her and hinted that he wanted to spent the rest of their lives together. Never in a million years did she thought that would happen, especially after she had dated people like Artan.
In the beginning of their relationship she had her doubts about whether they would make it as a couple. They were so different, had such different upbringings. He was used to be surrounded by wealth, good manners and the top education, while she grew up in East London with a father who used to be frequently drunk and skipped school as much as she could.
Everything had changed after that. Smurf died unexpectedly, leaving an now empty whole in her heart. There wasn't a day that she didn't think about him, missed him. She kept in touch with the rest of the platoon, visiting Smurfs grave whenever she had the opportunity.
"Well, well, well", a voice interrupted her thoughts. "If it isn't the class clown."
Molly turned around, meeting the eyes of the man who helped her through basic training; Corporal Geddings. "Afternoon, Corp."
He smiled. "What are you doing here, Dawes?"
"What?", she asked, trying to look as innocent as she could. "I can't visit my favourite Corporal?"
Geddings chuckled before he shook his head, probably because this was exactly something he would expect her to say. He took a few step forwards, before also leaning against the dark wall. "Heard you received a Military Cross. Very good, Dawes."
"You ain't gonna get soft on me, are ya?"
"Not 'til hell freezes over", the man in the uniform said to her. "I hope you did mention to her Majesty that I contributed to this great performance, which got you the medal."
"No fuckin' way."
"Hope you didn't use that kind of language in the palace."
She smiled, her laughter filling the hallway, casting a shadow over all the yelling outside this complex. "Oh yeah", she said, the smile still present on her face. "Queen loved me for it. Invited me for tea tomorrow."
"What exactly are you doin' here, Dawes?"
Before she could answer the Corporals question Sam appeared in the hallway, wearing the small military uniform she got him in one of those stupid costume shops. Sam straightened his back, like he saw the soldiers do on television. He had been practising the entire night last night. "Do I look like daddy?"
"Definitely. You are one good lookin' Tommy, Sammy", she said while she gave him a caress on the head. "You might gonna be a heartbreaker one day."
Sam saluted her, like she had taught him to do a couple of days ago. He had been practising that in the mirror ever since she showed him how to do that, almost refused to go to bed last night. She straightened her back as well before saluting the child in front of her.
It had taken her some time to get used to Charles being a father. She still remembered the day she was hiding in the closet, where she found out he was married. She felt so much pain, felt betrayed by the man she thought she could trust. He was so different from the guys she used to date, stupid wankers like Artan who didn't know what the word loyalty meant.
"He is also a soldier, just like daddy", she said, while pointing at Corporal Geddings. "He helps people become good soldiers."
"Really?", he said, while looking in astonishment to the man across from him, like some people might look when they meet their hero or idol. "Can you help me too?"
She smiled at the innocence of Sam. Sometimes she wanted to go back to being a child, having nothing to worry about. Don't have to deal with death, sorrow and hurt. She didn't want to expect misery around the corner every time she walked on one of the streets in East London or Bath.
She saw Corporal Geddings kneeling down next to him, so they'd be at eye-level of one another. "You want to be a soldier like your daddy?"
Sam nodded yes, his eyes widening in excitement. "Molly's helping me. I want to be a superhero too."
"We gonna do part of the assault course today, Corp", she finally explained why she was here in Pirbright today.
"Well, chap", Geddings said. "If you're doing that, you're on your way to become a real good soldier."
"Yeah?"
Geddings simply smiled at the young boy before him. "Come with me than, superhero", she said, while extending her hand. He looked at the Corporal one more time before taking her hand. They walked straight to the place where they had to crawl under the net in the mud.
"Are you ready?", she asked. They got into the position, lying with their stomachs on the ground, before she added: "Right, let's go." As fast as they could they crawled under the net.
They spend the rest of the afternoon crawling in the mud, jumping over the walls and so much more. The entire day Sam had the biggest smile on his face. Every day she spend with this boy had been magical. Slowly, she started to warm up to the role that eventually would be called step mother.
She had experience when it came down to her brothers and sisters, but she didn't have experience at all when it came down to raising children. Sam helped her get used to the idea of becoming a mother one day. She never really thought about stuff like that during her first tour in Afghan, but when her relationship with Charles developed into something serious she couldn't help herself sometimes.
After their afternoon Charles picked them up at the training centre and drove them home straight away. Sam couldn't stop talking about their day out, how he would later become a soldier just like his father used to be. Later that night Charles walked into their living room. She was watching some crap soap opera when he sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her, inviting her in for a hug. He pulled her close, while she rested her head against his chest. He kissed her on top of the head, before he said: "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For spending the day with Sammy. He had such a wonderful time, couldn't shut up about it." She simply smiled, letting the movement of his chest, caused by breathing in fresh oxygen, calm her down.
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"What?", she asked, while letting her fingers slip into his, making them one.
"About having some of our own?"
She sat up, looking him in the eye, trying to figure out if he was being serious about this. It wasn't as if they hadn't talked about the future yet. He made his expectations clear to her, but she was completely overwhelmed by him wanting a future with her. She never thought she was worth that kind of love, but maybe that was because she had never received it before she met him.
"Are you serious?", she asked after silence momentarily reigned the room.
"Yes, I am. It was clear to me the day we at the restaurant."
"When you said I couldn't call you boss for the rest of our lives."
He smiled, before kissing the knuckles of her hand, his brown eyes never leaving hers. "I was sure back then. I am even more sure about it now. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She kissed him slowly but passionately. She wasn't good with words, never was.
She looked him in the eye, love definitely present there, before chuckling. Charles frowned. "Well, this is so much more romantic than ditto."
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