AN-First Our Girl fanfic I am attempting so enjoy and hopefully review! Drabbles all set after 1x05
"You need songs that make you feel. Some make you string, some make you weak.
Some build determination, some tear you apart. But you need all of those...Run through the pain."
― Jessica Park, Left Drowning
Chapter 1 -Sunday means peace and running
M Pov
The morning she loved the morning the blissful calm of dawn. Afghan that was what it reminded her of. The silence she could find in flitting moments while there. When there were no gunshots or her CO shouting orders. These mornings was meant for running. She rolled over in the bed to find her now very familiar ex-CO's face inches from hers.
She smirked before quietly scooting over to her bedside table careful not to wake him. As she had found out a grumpy Charles is one which is woken up at this ungodly hour. She placed a light kiss on his forehead before getting out from the warm covers of her now very appealing bed. No matter how appealing it did look it still hide the nightmares. She needed a run and a shower to clear her head.
The shower was nice and warm, cleansing so at least it was after a few moments when the hot water boiler kicked in. The feel of the water running down her face made her feel like her battle scars were slowly being healed and one day she wouldn't need quite so long in the shower. Soon after she got out of the shower realising that she was probably the reason that their hot water bill had gone up soo much.
She peeked her head around the bedroom door finding her man was still fast asleep in bed. He looked peaceful in sleep and she decided not to wake him. She searched as quietly as she could through her cupboard until she found her "fitness molly" (as Charles like to call them) clothes folded neatly in the drawer courtesy of C as well. She changed creeping quietly downstairs to find her running shoes in their usual place by the front door. Grabbing her iPhone and headphones she quietly closed the door behind.
The running had helped in the weeks past Afghan and now she couldn't give it up. It made her mind feel peaceful and quiet only filled with the rhythm of her footsteps on the pavement. It was a coping mechanism she guessed, a comfort blanket. She took her usual route across the estate and into the park. Her peace was disturbed was the noise of a text she stopping leaning on a park bench to catch her breath and also to read the text.
C 6:21am Turn around
She turned around to find her boyfriend standing against the park bench. He covered the few steps between them, encircling her in his arms
"I do believe I didn't get my good morning kiss Molls" She laughed lightly
"Well you look very asleep when I left but I suppose I could indulge you" She leaned up pressing her lips lightly on his "There you go" She smiled smugly at herself before running before he could catch her.
Since that day Charles always woke up extra early just for their Sunday run and always got his good morning kiss with sometimes a stop at a coffee shop if he was lucky and Molly always made sure his "Fitness Charlie" clothes were right next to hers in the draw. Even though she was pretty sure he hated her calling them that!
Its the little things that mean the most
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More to come so stay tuned