Do not own Our Girl. Nothing to do with me...
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Half way point in this story.
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Molly was enjoying her day at the Tower of london. Being a Londoner she never took much notice of it. She remembered going years ago with her mum when she was little.
It was a nice hot spring day and there was flowers in the gardens and there was alot of foreign tourist happily snapping away.
There was an ice cream booth her mum bought Ice cream from and it was still there on the corner. Charles turned in his shades and looked down to his daughter, "What flavour is your favourite ice cream?"
Esther smiled at him, "I want to have chocolate please"
Charles pulled his wallet from his back pocket and shrugged, "I much prefer good old vanilla"
Molly laughed as she held still Esther infront of her, "Vanilla is boring"
Charles glanced back at her as he queued up, "just like me then"
Molly frowned, "I didn't SAY that"
Charles laughed, "No...but you think it, don't you?"
Molly swallowed, "No"
Charles was next in line to get served, "careful Molly, you are starting to act like you care"
Molly was defensive, "I DO care"
Charles watched as the chocolate ice cream was pulled out of the funnel, "funny way of showing it"
He then turned and stooped and handed the ice cream to Esther. The girl took it off him and started to lick around it and get alot of it smeared around her mouth like most kids do.
Charles then handed Molly a vanilla one, she took it and frowned at him, "but I dont like vanilla"
"life's a bitch"
He paid up and began to lick his own vanilla one. Molly screwed her face up and took a lick. She then looked at him and bit her bottom lip before saying, "Charles I need to ask you somefink later"
Charles was looking around him, "ask me what exactly? When the next cheque is being paid into your bank I suppose"
"No!"
"What then?"
"It dont matter now, does it...later will do"
After they had finished their ice creams, Molly took some pictures on her phone of Esther and Charles together.
She laughed, "I can put these on facebook if you like"
"Facebook? I cannot abide that"
Molly led the wat back to the car, "Well that's where we differ then because I cant get enough of it..."
Charles pointed the carkeys to the BMW and zapped it, it unlocked.
Molly sat Esther in the child seat in the back.
She then closed up and joined Charles in the front who started the engine, "right home James", he muttered.
Molly turned, "I thought you said you wanted to get her somefink to eat"
Charles laughed as he leaned his arm on the back her seat and looked behind to reverse, "there's nothing like a fussy child and ours is fussy Molly...no...YOUR cooking is probably better"
Molly belted up in her seat and faced front, "Well...chicken nuggets it is then"
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Back at the flat, Molly sighed and turned to her daughter, "right little madam...have you enjoyed your day?"
Esther beamed a smile, "Yes"
"Good...then go to the bathroom and wash that muck off from around your face please"
Esther did as she was told. Charles stood at the kitchen counter with his hand on the surface, Molly placed her hand over the top of his, he met her eyes briefly, then pulled his hand away, "I have NO intention of getting hurt again...lets quit while we are ahead, shall we..."
Charles turned and went to the front door, "Right, I best make a move I don't particularly want a run in with your new man"
Molly shook her head, "you wont...he dont live here you know"
"Even so...I have a very long drive ahead of me...", he opened the front door and gave her a parting smile, "...oh and enjoy Espana, won't you...you are right, the sun will do her the world of good and it will give her a healthy glow"
He was about to step out when Molly came forward, "Charles...do you know Captain Finchley?"
She could instantly tell he did know him because there was an acknowledgement on his face, "Graham Finchley?"
Molly was alerted, "so you DO know him?"
Charles shook his head, "yes...infact I am going to be his best man at his wedding, the ceremony his going to be in this delightful Chateau in France"
Molly turned her back on him and said, "I just heard somefink about him...somefink that happened in Afghan a few years back"
Charles chewed his tongue and shook his head, "I know where this is going...and that is all associated with a dreadfully cruel rumour"
She swung round, "That's not what I heard"
Charles came forward and looked pretty dark in his stance, "Careful what you say Molly, you should be very clear on the facts before you exercise an accusation"
"The girl was 15 Charles...she was just like Shakira and it makes me sick finking about it"
Charles shook his head and chuckled, "I really have not a clue what you are going on about...but I warn you Molly...make something big out of this and cause trouble within senior ranks of the Army then even I cannot step in to save you..."
He then was off and down the landing, Molly swallowed down and slowly sat on the sofa with her head in her hands.
She never did do as she was told...like that was going to stop her getting to the bottom of it all.
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