The music coming from the radio reached her ears, making her body move to the beat the song possessed. She moved around the kitchen, occasionally stirring in one of the pan's before her.

Oh, written in the stars

A million miles away

A message to the main

Ooooh

She was singing at the top of her lungs, not caring if the singing was very off key. She was home alone, giving her the freedom to do just that.

Seasons come and go

But I will never change

And I'm on my way

The part of the rapping started, making her move around the entire kitchen. It had been a long time since she had danced like that to a song. The last time she could remember was before her last tour, when she was out with a couple of girls she met during her basic training. They were in desperate need to blow off some steam before going back on tour.

She made a few pirouette, not as beautiful as the ballerina's but it sort of looked like that. Swirling her body around something that wasn't there a few seconds ago caught her eye, making her jump. When she noticed it was Charles watching her, she sighted in relieve. "Bloody hell", she said. "You almost gave me a Julius Seizure."

"You've got moves, Dawes", he said, smirking, while he was leaning against the doorway. He clearly enjoyed her dancing very much.

She simply chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows before she turned around, giving the pots and pans, full of delicious food, her undivided attention. "Thought you weren't gonna be comin' home 'til late?"

"I could just go back in the car and wait 'til late?", he said, mocking her Cockney slang, repeating the last couple of words in the same way she said them. In the reflection of the windows, who were positioned just next to the stove, she saw him move closer to her.

He wrapped one of his arms around her waist while he tried to eat some of the food out of the cooking pan. "Oi", she said, slapping him on his greedy fingers. "Hands off!"

He took a few steps backwards, letting go of her waist while lifting his hands in surrender. "Doesn't matter now", she said. "Just go upstairs and change."

He frowned his eyebrows. "Change?", he asked. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" He gave his clothes an one's over, but stayed with his latest conclusion. He still couldn't find anything wrong with his clothes. He was wearing a striped shirt with a pair of worn out jeans.

She simply smirked, imagining the moment when that pair of jeans became worn out. They were on holiday in Ireland, walking in one of the beautiful forests when all of a sudden she had a graving for an amazing make-out session. Little did she know that it would turn out like that.

"Why the fuck are you smirking?", he asked.

She shrugged, a cheeky smile appearing on her face. "Nothin'."

He made his way over to her again, when he started to kiss her in the neck. Every time his lips moved to another place, they left behind a cold trace, longing to be touched by him again. His arms made it around her waist, slowly finding their way under the t-shirt she was wearing. She could stay here forever, never leaving that position in the kitchen.

But there was work to do. If he was not going to stop, they would have to order take out; the food would burn. "Charles", she tried stopping him, but without an effect. She elbowed him in the stomach, indicating that this would have to wait. "Stop distracting me. Go upstairs and change."

She turned around, only to be met with a disappointed looking Charles. She smiled, since this reminded her of the way her brothers and sisters tried to pout, desperately trying to avoid going to school. She turned him around and gave him a small push towards the hallway. "Wear your sexy shirt", she added.

"What is my sexy shirt exactly?"

"The black and white one."

He looked at her with confusion in his eyes, but also a smile evident on his face. "Could you be more specific, Dawes?"

"You know", she said, trying her best to explain it to him. "The one we bought in Dublin, when we were there that weekend."

"Still don't have a clue."

"The one with the silver buttons", she said, another attempt to explain it to him.

"Silver buttons?", he asked, confirming she failed at explaining what she meant. "All my shirts have silver buttons."

"No, they don't", she argued. "Some of them are white, off white or even black. Not the same as silver."

"Still can't follow."

She seemed to have lost him completely. He still had no clue whatsoever which shirt she meant. Maybe she should have just put it on the bed for him. "Well, then", she said, looking at him from head to toe, taking in his incredible handsomeness, before licking her lips. "Surprise me."

He smiled at her as well. "I'll just see if I can find my sexy lingerie than, shall I?"

She shook her head, while turning around, making sure the food would still be eatable. "Fucking twat", she said, the volume of her voice low, but still loud enough for him to hear.

"If you're continuing like that, I'm not going to show you my sexy underwear."

She laughed at his comment. Oh, how she had missed these kind of moments. She was so caught up in everything that happened in Syria that she had forgotten how to enjoy life again. She had experienced so much sorrow that she thought she would never life live the way she should. Thought that she never experienced Charles' love like she did before, like it would become hallow inside, losing its original purpose.

But luckily enough Charles was so patience with her that eventually she had to tell him the truth. She wanted to let him in again, since she was beginning to feel a bit lonely without him. He had always been there for her, encouraging her when she didn't have faith in her abilities or love her when she needed just that.

He had been so amazing these last couple of months that she wanted to thank him for his effort, for his love for her. So she had decided to cook him dinner and show him how much he meant to her later this night.

After they had eaten together, they had snuggled up in front of the TV. She rested her head against his chest, finding salutary peace in the frequent beating of his heart. She closed her eyes, breathing in his signature scent, party consisting of his Paco Rabanne One Million cologne.

How could a girl like her, born and raised in one of London's toughest neighborhoods end up with a guy like Charles? He was everything she could ever dream off. When she was dating Artan, it reminded her that she didn't deserve a guy like Charles. She only deserved guys like Artan, who said he loved her but still slept around like it didn't mean anything. And here she was, lying in the arms of an amazing man, who only used to be appearing in her dreams or in the movies she watched. He was real, very real.

She opened her eyes again, looking at him. He must have noticed her looking at him, since he turned his head to meet her gaze. She smiled softly. "Just wanna say thank you for being all patient with me and that", she said, not once looking at the flickering lights of the TV in front of them.

He put his head on her cheek, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I wanted to", he said, also a smile appearing on his face.

"I know, but you never had to."

He pulled her closer, kissing her on the top of her head. "I love you, Molly", he said, his eyes filling with an indescribable amount of love. Love that was only meant for her and only for her to receive. "And I never want to let you go."

She kissed him briefly on the lips, the warmth of the love she saw in his eyes being transmitted, spreading across the rest of her body, making her feel whole again. "Ditto", she whispered.

That one syllable had such meaning to them. One simple word that got a deep meaning during their first time in Afghanistan. Back then she never thought that it would sum up their entire relationship, everything that they had build in these last couple of years. That one word she had cherished in her heart, never letting it go.

"Oh, by the way", he said, interrupting her happy thoughts. "Mum called this afternoon, asking if we wanted to come on a family holiday in December."

She frowned her eyebrows. She never that a James' family holiday existed. "She's all exited", he continued. "Haven't done that in quite some time. She said she wanted to start a new tradition, especially after what happened to you."

"What about me?"

"It reminded her of how important family is. So, I figured we could go."

"What sort of holiday?", she asked. She had been on a few holiday's with him to place she never thought she would have visited. She remembered their road trip through Scotland and Ireland last summer. She had seen the most beautiful spots in the world. Well, according to her at least.

He shrugged. "Somewhere in Switzerland. We used to go skiing there, so she wanted to do that again."

"I can't ski", she said, in the same manner as she once said she couldn't drive.

"And here you are, handling any weapon they put into your hands. How convenient", he teased her.

She hit him in the stomach. "Shut up."

"So, you want to go?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, why not?", she said. To be quite honest, she was looking forward to seeing the beautiful mountains of Switzerland, imagining how amazing they would look covered in a thick layer of snow. "As long as you teach me how to ski."

"Done", he said, before pressing his lips on hers.

She stepped through the gangway, giving her access to the Geneva airport. She looked around through the window, seeing mountains covered in snow for the very first time. She must have looked like a child getting the best gift during Christmas, because Charles chuckled at her reaction. But she didn't care.

The mountains had looked so beautiful from the plane, even more beautiful when they landed on Geneva Airport. For some reason she had a feeling that the white of the snow represented a new beginning for her. It felt like that for her when she was catching snowflakes in the garden; the moment where she had a snow ball fight with him, which led to her kissing him for the first time ever since she was back from Syria.

And now she was in Switzerland, her parents and nan completely jealous of her since they never went there, taking in its beautiful nature.

They made their way through the airport, her hand in Charles', leading her towards the exit. There was a mini-van waiting for them to take them to the hotel they were staying at. "You're drooling, Dawesy", she heard Nathalie say behind her, before patting her on the back. "Time to close your mouth."

She laughed, before taking a seat in the mini-van, closely followed by Charles.

I still can't believe how many reviews I got from last chapters. Thank you very much for reviewing it! And I hope you liked this chapter as well. I wanted to treat you guys on some great Molly and Charles fluff, to give them some happy time with all the heartbreak and that.

I am extending this story a bit, taking in the suggestion that were left behind in the review section. I have some ideas for where this should go, so I figure at least 2 or 3 chapters before I post the epilogue. I'm not going to drag this story out, it would get boring, I think.

But don't worry, my muse most definitely won't leave me alone, even giving me ideas for an AU story. Still brainstorming about that, so hopefully I can post some of that when I'm finished with this story.

And if anyone wants to know the song Molly is singing to in the beginning of the chapter, it's Tinie Tempah – Written in the stars ;)

Alright, done rambling. Review away haha :)