Sorry for the mistakes if you find them. Especially my Gaelic, It is a little rusty. Ok, I haven't done it in years so do tell me if it is wrong. Triggers. I still don't own any of the characters and never will probably. Please leave a comment. Thanks for reading!

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The rain that was hammering down on the windows slowly woke Molly up. It had been like this for days, ever since the meeting. She could hear Jim and Seb in the other room, trying to be as quiet as they could. Which wasn't as quiet as they hoped. Sitting up, Jim's footsteps were quietly approaching her, a mug placed on side table behind.

The bed dipped in front of her as Jim sat down. He was smiling ever so slightly, looking right at her with his captivating dark eyes. She smiled a lazily at him. It was hard to believe that he was even the same criminal mastermind everyone knew him to be. They both laid there, not saying a word, just laying so close to one another listening to the rain dance on the windows.

For a while, Jim just rested his head on his pillow, studying every inch of her face without a word. He whispers to her, cupping her cheek and stroking her lip. Curling her fingers around his hand and lacing them together. Jim smiled, with such a genuine and warm smile. "Baineann sé le bheith tríocha dó bliain ó shin a rugadh tú. Fiche Cúig bliana ó shin bhuail muid agus atá againn le chéile ar feadh cúig bliana déag. Conas cuileoga am." (It's been thirty two years since you were born. Twenty Five years since we met and we've been together for fifteen years. How time flies.)

She kissed him and smiled, "Has it really been that long?"

He nods and kissing her again. "I checked, I really has."

She began to get up when Jim's arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back onto the bed. "Where do you think you are going madam?" He joked, kissing her neck.

"We can't stay in bed all day."

"I mo thuairimse, ba chóir dúinn. Gach lá..." (I think we should. All day.) Jim suggested in his seductive voice. "But Seb is bringing you breakfast in bed."

"Ok, since he's bring me breakfast and he doesn't eat it on the way up." She smiled and whispered into his ear. "Chéadsearc níos déanaí." (Later sweetheart.)

Jim smirked, kissing and biting her neck gently. Jim caught her off guard, pulling her face to his for a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll take your word for it." He grinned as Seb walked in backwards through the door with a tray full of food.

"Happy birthday Molly." Seb smiled.

There were several things that were new around the house. She didn't like much attention on her birthday. There were a couple of dresses in the wardrobe, a couple of pieces of new Jewellery, new records near the player and a couple of new vases with her favourite flowers in, cards tucked under them from friends and family. Even Jim's aunt and uncle visited. Ailill and Jim strolled in the garden for a while as Molly showed Anna, his wife, around.

Ailill and Anna Moriarty were like parents to Jim and Molly when they didn't have any. They had moved over from Ireland so he could get a job and taken Jim in after his mother was killed. Anna had nicknames for Molly and Seb that he would shout out every time he saw them. Seb was always dtrioblóid (Trouble), and Molly was Anam (Soul.). Jim thought they were very fitting really

Both of them wandered through the gardens slowly until they were called for dinner. Ailill was Jim's only relative that would care for him. His father never had any other family at all. Jim was very much like Ailill. In looks and mind. They both slipped there hands in their pockets and walked the same way. Silent for much of the time.

"Jim, tá tú ceart go leor?" (Jim, are you ok?)

"Yeah, fíneáil, Ailill." (Yeah, fine Aillil.)

"Ní gá duit dealraíonn sé an-mhaith." (You don't look like it.)

"Tá mé ceart go leor, ach rudaí cuimhneamh. Tá a fhios agat cad is ciall agam." (Yeah I'm fine. Just remebering things. You know what I mean.)

Ailill nods. "Mé a choinneáil ag cuimhneamh uirthi freisin. Bhí sí mo cúpla, conas a d'fhéadfadh mé dearmad di? Molly gcuimhne a lán de léi freisin." (I remember her a lot too. She was my twin, how could I forget her? Molly reminds me so much of her.)

Jim just nods back in reply, very much in a similar way.

"Jim, erm, seo cuireadh os a chionn. Bhí sé i mo dhearthár áiléar go dtí go ndeachaigh a iníon tríd. Ba chóir duit a bheith air." (Jim, erm, this was sent over. It was in my brothers attic until his daughter went through it. You should have it.) Ailill pulls a small package out of his his coat pocket and passes it over to Jim. "Ba chóir duit rud éigin ar leith ó cuimhní cinn de di." (You should have something apart from just memories.)

After dinner, Molly had a video call from her elder brother in Cyprus, stationed there with his new family. He was sitting there in uniform, generally chatting and introducing everybody to his first child. A baby daughter, only a couple of days old.

"Look Izzie, it's Auntie Molly and Uncle Jim." Mark so her off proudly as people started gathering. Pointing at each of them. "There's Uncle Seb, Auntie Anna and Uncle Ailill."

He invited them all over to the camp and asked Molly and Jim to be little Elizabeth Molly Hooper's godparents. Jim was absolutely delighted when he saw her, instantly saying yes when Mark asked. "I'm going to spoil her rotten." He smiled, looking down at Molly. Suddenly seeing the resemblance between Izzie and her aunt.

"Not before me." Mark and Molly said at the exact same time, reducing everybody to laughter.

When everything calmed down later on, Jim and Molly sat at the oak tree and watched the sun go down. Jim's arms around Molly as he leaned against the bark. Pulling his coat around them both.

She looks up at him. "Your unusually quiet."

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"Everything. Another year with you, Izzie, this." He removes the package out of his coat pocket.

"Was that why you two were in the garden?"

He nods. "Yes, We were catching up. Talking about things. Stories."

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I haven't opened it yet." He offered it to her, keeping them wrapped up. She slowly opened it to find papers and a golden ring with a small emerald in. She takes it out and gives it to him, glancing over the handwritten letters and documents.

"It's my mothers ring, one her father gave her on her eighteenth birthday. She said she wanted to give to her daughter, if she had one. Since she didn't, I guess they thought she would want me to have it."

"What will you do with it?" Not looking up from the papers that she was reading.

He thought for a second before taking Molly left hand an slipping it onto her finger. "She would have loved you." Kissing the back of her hand and in her hair, holding her tight. "You would remind us all of her... She was sweet, kind and loving too."

"Jim I-I can't..." She looked back up at him. "It's your mothers..."

"Is breá liom tú, consider it you engagement ring. More then ten years overdue." He kisses her again and chuckles a little. "What are the papers?"

She smiles at him and kisses him. "A couple of letters and your birth certificate."

"Letters?"

"There's a couple for you."

"Read them to me, please."

Do mo buachaill beag milis Jim...

(To my sweet little boy Jim...)