OCTOBER 2015
I drum my fingers on the shabby red plastic chair I was sat on, bored out of my mind. I was just over a week away from starting my 3rd tour, this time taking place in Syria, and I was having a routinely check up to assess my health. It was taking longer than expected, and the rest of my platoon had left well over an hour ago, all being deemed fit and healthy, leaving me to wait by myself, on the most uncomfortable chairs ever. Even my arse was stiff!
Impatiently, I started tapping my foot, the noise echoing around the bright white halls. The surrounding people glanced me, obviously not appreciating my tapping. I had tried texting Charles, but he was at physiotherapy still.
It had been just over two years since we'd first met and a year since we became official. It was a big move, but I left home and came to live in a Bath. Even though they all talk like posh pricks, I've began to love the place, although my London accent is as strong as even. I still can't get over the fact that his first name is Charles, but I've adapted to him having a son- I've even grown to love the little tyke.
"Molly Dawes?" My name rang through the waiting room, snapping me out of my thoughts. I jumped up a little too enthusiastically, following the emotionless nurse.
"What's wrong with me then? Do I have a serious case of a cold?" I joke, taking a seat in another hard chair, across from the nurse.
"No Molly, nothing is wrong with you." She says, flicking through a file on her desk, smiling slightly.
"Well then why I am I here? I've been sat out there bored as for the last hour, just to be told there's nothing wrong with me?!" I exclaim, feeling as if my stiff arse was for nothing.
"There's nothing wrong with you Molly. In fact, quite the opposite." She lifts her head to smile at me.
"Then why am I-" I start but I'm cut off by the nurse, wearing a slightly smug but beaming expression.
"There's nothing wrong with you Molly. You're pregnant."