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 if you want to. Thanks for reading!
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Could you get me a cup of coffee. Please. The other one is cold and I'm a little busy. - JM xx
Molly rolled her eyes, that was the sixth one in five hours and she was about to daze off to sleep. She got up. Pulled on the nearest pair of pyjama bottoms, that just happened to be his, and wondered down to the kitchen. Flicking the kettle on and pulling a mug out out of the cupboard.
She wondered up to Jim's office with the steaming mug in her hand, determined to get him go to bed fairly soon. He hadn't been to sleep since they got back two days before. She walked in to see him lent back in his chair, rubbing his eyes to keep awake. She put the mug on his desk and was pulled swiftly into his lap, leaning his head on hers.
"Jim, come to bed and sleep. It's been two days. You won't last much longer." She mumbled into his chest
"I'm not tired." He lied. He wanted to answer the call in person. It was only a matter of time.
"Please Jim. I can see you are. One of the gifts of having a Doctor as a wife."
He stayed silent for a second. "I will sleep through the phone ringing. Heavy sleeper remember."
"When I hear it, I'll wake you up. I promise. Please just come to bed." She got up from his lap and tugged at his arm to try to get him up. He nods, quickly drinking his coffee, standing up and scooping her up to carry her down the stairs. "Jim, what you doing?"
"I remembered I never carried you over the threshold the night we were married. So I'm doing it now."
She giggled slightly at the rather romantic gesture. "You carried me over the threshold when we moved in."
"Apparently you do it twice." He grins, looking down at her. "Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag breathnú i gcónaí níos fearr ná mise i mo chuid éadaigh féin?" (Why do you always look better than me in my own clothes?) Kissing her gently.
Jim woke up in the early hours of the morning, only a couple of hours after he fell asleep. His head leaning on the soft fabric covering her abdomen, his hand on her hip. The soft lull of the music playing in the front room. It was strange, only they were in the house.
He wondered into the room to find the rather enjoyable, but also quite haunting, sound of 'The Thieving Magpie' being played on the record player. He sat and listened to it for a while, confused why it was even playing at that time of the morning. He couldn't understand the felling of relief that came over him in that moment, like something was not pulling him down anymore.
Molly sat up, not feeling the warmth that Jim usually added to the bed. She got up and followed the last part of the piece to the living room. She saw Jim in the chair and looked slightly confused. She waited until she end of the song wake him from his trance. "Jim, are you ok? What are you doing in here?"
He looked up at her and smiled. "Dhúisigh mé suas agus bhí sé ag imirt. An raibh tú ag dul sé ar?" (I woke up and it was playing. Did you turn it on?)
She looks at him, he was acting rather strange. She shook her head. "Níl, bhí mé i leaba le leat. Go raibh tú ag luí orm."(No, I was in bed with you. You were laying on me.)
He gets up and shrugs. "Níl a fhios agam cén fáth go raibh sé ag imirt ansin." (I don't know why it was playing then.) He grabbed her hand and started to pull them back to the bedroom. "Feicfidh mé a bheith ag féachaint ar an CCTV níos déanaí ach tá mé gach rud ag mothú ag dul a bheith fíneáil anois ar aon nós." (I'll have a look at the CCTV later but I have a feeling everything's going to be fine now anyway.)
Jim slept through the rest of the night with Molly comfortably in his arms. Waking at the same time and going downstairs content with himself, forgetting he only had a pyjama bottoms on.
Molly got dressed and went downstairs to see Ella in Jim's lap, sharing a bowl of strawberries. Tom had dangerous business in London and brought the children around to protect them, barely saying hello before going back.
"Auntie Molly!" The little girl squeals, flailing her harms around as a four year old does. "Look what Uncle Jim got me for my... Wait I can get it..." She ponders for a second. "Breithlá!" (Birthday.) Standing on his lap excitedly and showing her the little dress she had on.
Jim laughed. "Well done Ella."
"You look pretty sweetie. There's something missing though." Pulling out a pink headband with a bow on it and a small bracelet and putting them on her. "Perfect. Happy birthday Ella." Kissing her head.
Jason sat on the other side of the table, chewing on a single piece of toast and scribbling on a piece of paper and a pen he found lying around the house. A lot cleaner from she last saw him. Molly looked at Jim and Ella, who had already going back to picking at the fruit. She sat opposite Jason. She slid the small box across the table. "We thought it would be fair since she gets the attention most of the time. There's some more in your room."
"Thanks Auntie Molly." He still looks a little down but carries on, getting up and hugging her.
"He will be ok. He will be back before you know it. Ella needs her big brother." She whispered into his ear. "Besides your Uncle Seb is with him." She gently smiles at him before he grabbed the box and went upstairs.
The office phone started to ring as Molly was talking to Jason so Jim carries Ella up to his office. He sat her on his office chair and answered the call.
"Hello? Mr Moriarty?" The timid Irish accent of a young Nurse came through the speaker. This was exactly the phone call what he had been waiting for two days to hear.
He turned so she couldn't hear what he was saying. "He's dead isn't he."
"Early this morning. I'm sorry for your loss."
"He's not that much of a loss. Thank you for informing me." He put the phone down and looked at Ella. Watching her as she looked at the photos on the desk, taking a particular interest in the black and white one on the right.
"Uncle Jim, who are they? The beautiful lady and the little boy with her? I know all the others." She was a curious child, always wanting to know things.
"That's me and my mum sweetie. When I was the same age as you."
"What's her name?"
"Eva."
"That's my middle name." She points at herself rather proudly as he lifts her up so he can sit in the chair too. "I haven't seen her before. Is she in heaven like my mummy?"
"She is." He smiled at her innocence. "I think that they are keeping an eye on both of us." Cuddling her at the thought.
She smiles. "Dadda said that the stars are them keeping an eye on us while we sleep."
"My mum used to say that the people that love us lay on the clouds and watch us so we don't do anything bad."
Molly gently walked up the stairs to hear the conversation between Jim and the little girl. She giggles, making him laugh too. She smiles brightly as she walks into the room and sees them. Ella wriggles in his lap as she sees Molly, wanting her to pick her up.
"Uncle Jim was just telling me about Eva." Pointing at the picture. "She's a clever, beautiful lady like you." She smiles up at Molly, who chuckles and smiles even brighter.
Jim grabbed Molly by the waist and pulled her down onto her lap. Looking at Ella and whispering, "By the look of it you will be just like them too."
Ella whispered back to him, like it was a secret. Using her hand to cover up what she was saying. Rather proud that she could say the whole sentence in Gaelic herself. "Maith. Ba mhaith liom a bheith ina dochtúir freisin." (Good, I want to be a doctor too.) Her face lights up as she thinks of something and asked to be put down, soon running off down to the stairs. "I need to practice!"
Molly watched her run out of the door before leaning her head on Jim's shoulder. "Be careful of the stairs Ella." They listened for the door at the end of the stairs to shut before talking.
"She will go far. I can see it already." Jim said, slightly proud. Like she was his daughter.
"She will. Before you know it she will be working with you."
Jim laughed. "She probably will be. She want to be a doctor though."
Molly smiles. "She can be anything she wants to be. Was that the office phone
"Yes. Early this morning."
She wrapped her arms around him and places a kiss on his collar bone. He sat there almost sighing in relief, leaning his head on hers. "I love you Molly. I really do."
"I love you too Jim."
He kisses the top of her head. "I can't wait until have our own children."
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