Molly had been in her new home for nearly a month now, Charles had arranged one of the smaller spare bedrooms that was next to theirs into a dressing room for her so that she had her own space to keep her things for now, it had a small bathroom adjoining it, it was three times bigger than the room she had shared with her sister back in Newham and this was just somewhere to keep her stuff.
She was just finishing getting her jeans on when Charles put his head around the door "hurry up Molls we are going to be late if we don't leave in 5, nice arse by the way" she picked up her pyjama bottoms off the floor and threw them at him" he ducked to one side "sh*t shot Dawesy" as he turned to go downstairs "cheeky bug*er" she shouted as she made her way to follow him.
They got into the car he glanced across as they pulled away, she suddenly looked a little bit nervous, she was biting her bottom lip a thing he had noticed she did a lot back in Afghan when she was feeling unsure of herself. He reached across to her "it will be fine you know, don't worry he is going to love you as much as I do, I have told him all about you , he remembers you from the hospital " she smiled at him weakly and turned to look out of the window for the rest of the journey.
They arrived at Rebecca's "won't be a minute" Charles got out of the car and made his way to the front door of what Molly guessed must be the house that Rebecca and Charles lived in whilst they were married. It looked like a family house, not a big as his parents' place but just as classy, she wondered about what his life had been like with Rebecca and Sam they must have been happy some of the time, Sam was seven and Charles had been on tour for most of his life, he had put the army before his wife and family, what had changed now? Had he changed ? Or was I just his latest infatuation as a distraction from his failed marriage? She had to stop herself from thinking like this, everything had been fine how could she not believe that he really loved her just from the way he looked at her alone. He had been very honest about his relationship with Rebecca and how he had drifted into it out of obligation as much as love, not real love, not the type that makes you ache inside, the type he felt for Molly the type that no matter what life throws at you it won't go away type of love. She was just feeling insecure about meeting Sam, was she going to be good enough, would he grow to accept her in Charles life, he had to, he was still a large part of Charles' life and always would be so it had to work out, it felt that part of their future happiness depended on it.
She was brought back from he trip to negativity land by Charles and Sam coming back to the car, she could see Rebecca stood at the door, observing the scene from a distance. Charles opened the door for Sam "in you go scamp" he clambered into the back of the car "hello Molly, daddy says we are going to Longleat to see lots of lights and Santa might be there too" Molly looked back and smiled "Santa?, really...well we better get moving then, he's dead busy at this time of year and we don't wanna miss him" Charles got into the car Sam shouted "come on Daddy, Molly and I don't want to miss Santa" Charles laughed and had a beaming smile the two most important people to him in the world, he had a life again that had put him back together as a person, mended him, it was going to be a lovely day.
