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Thank you once again for all the lovely reviews, they make me incredibly happy and truly make my day, so thank you! Here's the next chapter. I realised after I had finished it that it's similar to a story already published on here and for that I apologise but I tried to make it different to fit this story. Credit to the author who inspired this :) Hope you're all having a lovely December so far.

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Sarah x

Day 4 - December 4th

Now I've found a real love, you'll never fool me again.

- 'Last Christmas' - Wham!

Prompt 4: Christmas Shopping

"So what is it we're buying today, then?" Charles asked as he drove his BMW, keeping his eyes on the road as Molly rolled her eyes.

"Presents, you muppet."

"I gathered that. But who for?"

"You're such a typical man. Your family, my family, Sam..." Charles zoned out as Molly trailed on. She was right, he was useless at this type of thing. He could organise a section and get them through war no bother, but civilian stuff like presents were still troublesome for him. 'Maybe I'm just getting old' he thought but decided this wasn't true as he swiped a glance at his reflection in the car mirror.

Ten minutes later he was turning off the engine after parking his car. Taking out his keys, he pushed him into his pocket as he felt down his coat to check he had his wallet and phone. He then got out of the car and swiftly walked round to Molly's side where he opened her door just as she was about to.

"Thank you." She smiled, climbing out of the car and pulling on her coat. She was wearing a red trench coat, a cream scarf, black skinny jeans and black high-heeled boots. Charles was looking handsome in a white shirt, a brown jumper and a pair of jeans with brown shoes, wearing a black coat over his outfit.

"Anytime, love." He smiled as he shut her door and took her hand in his. They began to walk down the streets of Bath, heading for the shops.

Three hours later, they had purchased gifts for everybody they had aimed to get today. This included the two section Secret Santa (Molly's was Baz Vegas, Charles' was Kinders) and their families. The air was cold but dry and Molly was glad she had chosen to wear her warmest coat.

Molly smiled as Charles wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked back to the car. 'Bath is so pretty' she thought. All around her were Christmas decorated shops, couples walking hand in hand for gifts, families trying to purchase presents for their children without them noticing and a massive Christmas tree in the town centre that was unlit. Charles was right, Bath was truly magical at Christmas. She was about to voice this to Charles, who was pulling out his wallet, when he stopped to give money to Carol singers.

"Merry Christmas." One of the singers said to the couple, grateful for their donation. Molly was about to reply when her eyes met eyes familiar to her.

Too familiar.

It was him.

Anton.

She was in too much shock to notice that Charles was looking at her like she had three heads. "Moll? Come on!" He chuckled, wanting to get back to the warm car. Suddenly, worry filled his eyes. "Moll? You okay?"

The sound of her name caused her to look suddenly at Charles and she faintly nodded. "Let's go." She whispered, taking off at a quick pace.

"What's wrong?" Charles asked as he turned to keep up with her. "Molly?"

She kept walking, ignoring everyone and everything around her as she tried to get away. She could feel tears building in her eyes, everything was going blurry.

"Dawes!" Charles' shout snapped her out of it and she stopped. "Molly, what is it?" His voice was full of concern.

"It's him." She whispered, trying to catch her breath.

"Who?" She opened her mouth to begin to explain when another voice beat her to it.

"Well, well, if it isn't Molly Dawes." Anton's voice pierced through Molly's head.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Charles turned around to the man, wanting to get Molly on her own so she could explain what was wrong.

"I went out with this tart, who the hell are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend." Molly could see Charles' body tense.

Anton started laughing loudly. "Yeah, mate. Of course you are. Didn't know you'd started work as a prozzie, Molls? Then again, it's fitting for a slut like you." He grabbed her arm and held it tightly.

"What did you just say?" Charles tried to keep his voice calm but the anger was filtering through. When Anton didn't reply, instead he rolled his eyes and muttered 'posh twat', Charles stopped restraining his anger. "I said, what did you fucking say?!" He shouted in his face and raised his fist. Anton hadn't been expecting this as he let go of Molly's arm which was now red.

Molly had now composed herself enough to recognise that Anton was about to lose his temper. Instinctively, she pulled Charles back as he lifted his arm. "Leave him, it's not worth it." She shouted.

Charles was aware of the panic in his girlfriend's voice so he lowered his fist and voice. "If you talk to my girlfriend in anyway again, you'll have me and the rest of the British Army to answer to. Do I make myself clear?" He muttered in Anton's face. When Anton nodded, Charles stepped backwards, trying to ignore the smirk on Anton's face. "Come on, let's go." He took Molly's hand and they walked to their car.

"Who was he?" Charles broke the silence of the car as they continued the drive home. They'd set off from the town centre twenty five minutes ago and it had been silent, bar the radio, since.

"Just my ex." Molly shrugged. "Dated him before I joined the army."

"I don't like how he talked to you. You deserve better, Moll."

Molly sighed and looked out the window. "I don't deserve you, Charles. Not really. That... That's the kind of men I'm supposed to grow up and marry. Why do you want me?"

Charles stayed silent for a minute before pulling over. He turned in his seat to look at his girlfriend who had tears in her vulnerable eyes. "Why do I want you?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Molly, I love you. You don't deserve a man like that and I don't deserve you. You're worth millions. I know you don't think it but you are, no man will EVER be good enough for you. I love you, please never forget that." He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and cupped her face in both hands, wiping away her tears with his thumb.

"I'm sorry." She cried. "Thank you. I love you, sir. So much." She kissed his lips and then pulled back.

"He'll never bother you again, Moll. I promise. You okay now?" He smiled. When she nodded with a watery laugh, he kissed her on the lips quickly again before turning on the car and pulling onto the main road again. "I know Christmas shopping is supposed to be stressful, but I hope the rest isn't going to be like that." He joked.

Charles moved quietly across his study as Molly took a shower later that night. Opening his desk, he pulled the white gift bag out of his coat and pushed it into a drawer. It had been hard work but Molly had been distracted in a shop for half an hour trying to decide what to get her mum so Charles took the opportunity to sneak off and get Molly's present. Smiling as he traced his fingers over the writing on the bag, he placed it in the drawer at the bottom of his desk then locked it with a key so Molly wouldn't find it. He couldn't wait to give her her Christmas present, and he was hoping with everything in his body that she would love it.

"Charles! Can you get me a towel?" Molly's shouts from the bathroom broke through his thoughts.

"Coming!" He responded and put the desk key back in his pocket, his previous anxiety briefly disappearing. Turning out the lights of the study, he sighed and picked a towel out of the cupboard. 'It's going to be a long month before I can give it to her and get her reaction' he thought before he knocked on the bathroom door and threw the towel in.

"Thank you!" She answered and he chuckled to himself. He really, really hoped she'd like it.

Any guesses what her present is? ;) Thank you for everything and if you want to, feel free to leave a review! Prompts are still open. Love you guys. Thank you! Xo