Chapter 1: Home again

The sun found its way thru the white curtains. Molly opened her eyes. It was still early in the morning and it was saturday which meant that they could stay in bed a bit longer than usual. There was a movement underneath her, which made her smile. He was awake.

"Good morning boss." Molly said and turned so she was facing him. She had been sleeping with her head on his bare chest all night.

"Good morning Dawesy", Charles answered with a soft smile. "Don't call me boss will you."

"I like calling you boss, sir." Charles sighed, but the spark of humor in his eyes showed that he really didn't mind.

"Well, sir, isn't any better. My name is Charles." This made Molly chuckle. "Why do you find my name so bloody funny?"

Molly bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.

"I don't know, it just sound so posh. Its a nice name, I suppose, but well, I'm used to call you boss, sir or bossman."

Charles just shook his head, but there was a humored look on his face. Then she felt his hands on her bare back, stroking her spine up and down. Suddenly he spun her around so he was on top and she squealed of surprise. His lips found her in a soft, lingering kiss that soon grow into something more intense.

How could she ever get use to this? All the feelings that flooded throw her when he touched her, kissed her, loved her. It was overwhelming.

There was a time in Molly Dawes life when she had no idea about what she should do with her life. The army hadn't even been a alternative. Today she was grateful that she had found the army. It had changed her as a person and she had grown. She wouldn't be the person she was today if it hadn't been for the army.

It was also one more thing she could thank the army for. If she hand't joined up, she wouldn't have met Charles and the thought of that was unbearable.

It is amazing how a person can walk into your life and you can't even remember how you ever lived without this person. A life without Charles was hard to imagine.

Molly had never before felt something similar and she knew her feelings was mutual. When she looked into his dark brown eyes, she could see that he felt the same. It was something with the way he looked at her. Molly Dawes was sure, Charles James loved her and she loved him.

. . .

There was two days since Molly had got back from her second tour. She had taken a cab from the airport to the Royal Crescent in Bath, where Charles was staying with his parents. She had knocked on his door and he had been totally unaware of her arrival.

"Missed me?" She had said with a cheeky grin.

Captain Charles James had just opened the door and the sight infront of him made him quiet.

Then a smile appeared on his lips, but no word got out, what could he say that described the joy he felt? He just nodded for her to come inside. Molly ducked under his arm and went inside. Charles closed the door and then, in one movement, he turned around, swept her up in his arm and kissed her. A deep kiss, filled with passion, that showed just how much he had missed her.

Molly hadn't been in East ham to see her family yet. Just a phone call the day she arrived. Her mum had been texting a few times and asked when she was coming.

Her family didn't know about Charles yet. She had told them that she was stuck on the base. It was a lie, but she and Charles wasn't official yet. They needed to sort it out with the army first. Rumors could destroy both their carriers.

Charles had told her at the hospital that he was resigning his commission. But, as she had expected, he had now changed his mind. The army was a part of his life.

There had been so much emotions after the tour. They both had been insecure about their futures. The only thing they had been sure about, was their feelings for each other.

Molly came to remember their first date. It had been on a restaurant in Bath and she had referred to Charles as boss at first.

"Charles."

"Charles?" Molly couldn't help but smirking. To her, he was boss, sir or Bossman. Charles, well, that was posh.

"You're smirking." Charles said.

"No!" Molly answered with a chuckle.

"What's so fucking hilarious about Charles? What are you gonna do, call me bossman for the rest of our life's?"

Molly went stiff, but there was still a small smile on her face.

"Previous there weren't you".

"It's chemistry."

"I failed that."

"Ey, you know what a mean."

They gazed at each other for a moment. It was all so new, but they both know that what they felt for each other was special. It was something strong, it was love, but also a band. They had been thru so much together and that made them stronger. What they had and were creating was something not everyone got to experience.

Later that morning they were sitting at the breakfast table, Molly with her coco pops and tea, Charles with a cup of coffee and a bowl with oat. Charles was reading the newspaper and Molly was lost in thoughts.

"Everything okey Molly?"

She looked up and met Charles concerned eyes. He putted the newspaper aside and caught her gaze.

"Yah, of course, everything's just fine."

"It looks like something is bothering you?"

There was a small pause before Molly answered:

"Well, I think I need to go and see my family today."

Charles nodded, of course she missed her family. He had been so happy that she was here so that hadn't even crossed his mind before. Pretty selfish of him, he realized.

"I'll drive you."

"No!" Molly exclaimed. "I can take the train."

"I want to drive you."

"It's kind of you, but i'm perfectly fine with taking the train."

"I know you are, but I would like to meet your parents, see where you live and all that."

Molly stared at him in silence.

"You don't want to see where I live, its anything but nice, and well, my family is a bit weird."

Molly know she shouldn't, but she felt ashamed of where she came from. Charles had grew up in Bath, with welted parents in a nice house. She could not imagine him being in her parents apartment with kids running around and all that. Her family's apartment was in the size of Charles parents living room.

"Of course I do, it doesn't matter where you live or come from. I love you and that is what matters."

It was something with the way he said it that made Molly believe him. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea? He wasn't anything like her previous boyfriend. She trusted him - with her life for all what mattered - she actually wanted her family to meet him someday. Maybe that day was today?

"Okey, you can come."

Charles grinned and leined over the table. His right hand stroke her cheek carefully. Then he gave her quick kiss on her lips.

"I love you Molly Dawes."

"Ditto."

Then both of them stood up, they needed more, feel each other. Charles grabbed Mollys by her thighs and lifted her up so her legs was wrapped around his hips. He then made his way upstairs. This was something they needed to finish in bed.

. . .

They were driving on the streets of East Ham in London. The pub, Earl Of Wakefield was open again, it was still a bit early to be drinking. But Molly could see some similar faces, friends of her father, she hoped he wasn't one of them. He knew she was coming home.

Molly had called her mum earlier and told her that she was coming, she had also told her that she was taking someone with her. Belinda had been confused at first, but then started to ask lots of questions that Molly had no intention to answer, not just yet at least.

"You ok darling?"

Charlies putted his hand on her thigh and gave it a soft squeeze. Molly turned her head so she was looking at him. The way she looked at him made hime realize that he was in trouble.

"Did you or did you not just call me darling?"

"Well, I may have."

Oh yes, he was in trouble, big trouble.

"You can't call me that mate, we sound like an old married couple!" Molly exclaimed.

Charles grinned, lifted his hand from her thigh and took her small hand in his. He lifted it to his lips and placed a soft kiss over her knuckles.

"Honey? My love? Cupcake? Sweetie? What do you want me to call you?"

"Jesus mate, you really are like an old man are you", Molly bit her bottom lip to hold back a giggle. "How the hell did I find a posh boy like you..."

"Well, you are stuck with me", he answered with a smirk. "Darling."

Molly just shook her head, putted her hand on his thigh and he placed his hand over hers. They sat like that for the rest of the ride. The smile never left Mollys lips. It was hard to believe that she had found someone like Charles, and that he felt the same.