Charles and molly had been living together for six months after she finished her latest tour. Molly had now completed a total of 4 tours and she was turning towards the medical profession more and more. She never lost interest. However, the thought of putting Charles through the pain of worry and sleepless nights for a fifth time wasn't very pleasing to her. The result of the last tour had left molly with 4 broken ribs and a very serious leg injury. It had taken 6 months for the ribs to just about heal and for her leg to become usable again. She had been given the opportunity to partake in another tour but the thought sickened her.

Molly had been housebound for months and had to use a wheelchair until she could walk again. Charles wasn't happy that moll had put herself in such a dangerous situation. He couldn't ever be angry with her, all couples argue, but he couldn't let her safety cause disputes. Charles was just more pissed off with the fact that she was in pain. Molly was constantly moaning about being in pain and on one occasion Charles had to call for the doctor because she was just crying her eyes out because of her ribs. She was taken to hospital and put on a morphine drip for 24 hours until the swelling went down but Charles was such a mess because her condition. He hated seeing her like this and depressed. It wasn't like molly at all to be so grumpy all the time.

One afternoon molly was lying on their bed while Charles rubbed her anti-inflammatory cream on her ribs when he came out with a very surprising sentence.

"I think you should leave the army molls," he said to her. She took it better than he thought she would. Molly just lay there and watched him carry on with his task.

"Why?" she asked simply.

"You're going to be in rehab for at least a few years." Charles replied.

"Yeah so?" she asked. "It's not like I can't return after I've healed and learnt how to walk again."

Charles stopped what he was doing and looked her in the eye.

"Then what?" he said bluntly. "Go back to Afghanistan and get shot and beaten again? You can't go back please molls. When those officers came to the door I knew it wasn't good. They told me that you were unlikely to survive the night. We've both been nearly killed by being on duty and I don't want to see another two officers on my doorstep telling me that you're dead."

Tears were streaming down molly's eyes. She knew that there was a good chance that she could've died out there and Charles would have been a mess. Molly knew that if she went back to fighting she would also be putting their relationship at risk.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked Charles practically crying her eyes out. "I have nothing else I can do. I haven't got any qualifications; no way of getting a job...do u expect me to back to being the failure who worked in a nail bar? The army is the only thing I've been any good at."

"Then how would like to become a stay at mum?" Charles asked.

Molly looked him in the eye and sat up. They hadn't talked about the future. Children, marriage, none of it. So for Charles to suddenly come out with this idea; it almost threw molly. Was she ready to become a mother? Rebecca had made it clear that she didn't want molly to be around when Charles saw Sam. So as result Charles went round to hers. Molly didn't like the idea of him being alone with his ex-wife and son even though she trusted him.

"Where's this come from?" molly asked sounding very surprised. "You know Sam can't come round. Rebecca hates my guts. She'd feed me to the dogs."

"What about if the child was ours?" Charles asked. He was desperate to be a father again. He loved his son but he wanted to prove that he loved molly and that he was a good father. Although there was one slight problem...

"You want to try for a baby Charles?" molly kept eye contact. "Is that what you're asking?"

"...yes" he replied after at least a minutes pause.

"We've only been together for a few years and I want us to at least have committed to each other before we go that far." And with that Charles suddenly bounced off the bed and opened a draw in the cabinet.

"That why I thought we should talk about this now while we have the chance." He took a deep breath and molly allowed him to speak. He sat back on the bed and motioned for molly to take his hand.

"I want us to be together forever and that means no more trips abroad leaving me here to wonder if you're alive. I want us to have a family together moll. Sam was mistake and if I could have had with you I would have done because he's a beautiful little boy with the wrong mother. If I could I would have custody of him but we both know it's impossible. I plan for us to move away to coast and start a family together because I want to spend the rest of my life with you." molly looked as he opened his hand and presented her with a small box. He jumped off the bed and molly shuffled to the side as best she could. Charles slowly got down on one knee and opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring that belonged to his mother. She had given it to him specially when he 18 for the 'right' girl. To her surprise she never really liked Rebecca.

"Molly Dawes, if you will allowed me to...I want to change Miss Dawes to Mrs. James. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want a family by the beach and long walks with our children. Molly...will you please marry me and become Mrs James?" Molly couldn't breathe. Did he seriously just propose? Marriage before children as the saying goes and Charles wasn't the type for having a kid and then buggering off again. He wanted her to spend the rest of his life with him and to have his children.

"I love you Charles, yes." His face grew into a huge smile and slipped the ring onto molly's finger. She pulled him for a kiss and they lay on the bed just kissing for at least an hour. Without saying anything.

Then they decided that just wasn't enough so they embarked on the journey from a couple of army personnel to married couple with 3 beautiful children...