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It is the morning after the night before...

Chapter two

Molly

Molly was the first one to wake. She rolled over and opened her eyes, knowing instantly she wasn't at home. She blinked a few times as she felt the first throbbing pain of a headache begin, then groaned as she remembered the amount of alcohol she consumed yesterday. She continued to stare in front of her at the wall as she tried to remember what happened and where she was.

She was away for the weekend with Jac, that much she remembered, as she tried to move her stiff and sore muscles. They had all sorts of massages and treatments along with free champagne before getting ready for dinner. It was all slowly coming back to her, Jac dancing and falling in the bar, the drop-dead gorgeous man with a posh accent and the most intense brown eyes…

Molly felt the bed shift beside her, her eyes widened in alarm as she realised she wasn't alone - and, more worryingly, that she was naked, and not in her own hotel room either. She bolted upright and peered over her shoulder, gripping the bed sheet around her in the process as she glanced down at the aforementioned drop dead gorgeous guy, fast asleep with his arm reaching out towards her, just grazing her lower back. She carefully got out of bed so as not to wake him, grabbed her belongings and ran into the bathroom to quickly dress.

It was all coming back to her now, the images swarmed her head. The kisses, the touches as they reached, what she guessed, was his hotel room, and the sex. To say it was mind blowing would be an understatement. She blushed slightly as she recalled the events of the previous evening. But parts of the night were hazy, she was struggling to recall the conversation they'd had earlier in the gardens. Had she really told him about Artan and his treatment of her? Had he confessed that he was on his stag do? She couldn't quite recall but she had an uneasy feeling in her stomach and usually her gut was right.

She had the sickening thought that she was a slut. She'd knowingly had sex with practically a married man. She looked in her purse for her room key and briefly wondered if she should leave a note.

"And say what?" she murmured to herself, thanks for the shag and enjoy your wedding? Here's my number, can you continue to pour your heart out to me, oh and I'll become your mistress? It was a one-night stand, never to be repeated, as fantastic as it was.

Molly tiptoed out of the bathroom and quickly looked back at the bed, he was laying as she'd left him. She couldn't help but look closer at him, he looked peaceful and happy, happier than she'd seen him last night. Was he telling her the truth about being forced into his marriage or had it all just been a ploy to get into her knickers? Her heart was going for the first option, her head the second.

She quickly picked up the pen and notebook on the table and scribbled "Thank you for listening, M."

She set the pen back on the table and practically ran from the room before she changed her mind.

Molly carefully closed the hotel room door behind her and glanced at the room number. His room was on the floor below hers. She walked as quickly as she could to the lift and was outside her own room a matter of minutes later.

Remembering the state of Jac from the night before she took a deep breath before opening the door, only to find the room in darkness. Again, she closed the door quietly behind her and saw that Jac was still sprawled over the bed and obviously hadn't moved since she left her several hours ago.

Molly kicked off her shoes and set her bag on the table. The clock on the bedside table flashed 04:00. It was way too early to get up. She was grateful that she could get at least a few hours sleep before having to deal with both their hangovers. As she reached her bed Jac moaned and briefly opened her eyes, "Moll is that you?"

"Yeah, go back to sleep."

All she got was a grunt in reply.

It was daylight when Molly woke and her head was pounding. Jac was still asleep and snoring so she decided to make use of the bathroom before Jac woke up. She grabbed a couple of paracetamol from her bag and took them in the bathroom while waiting on the water to heat up.

As she stood under the spray of hot water, she couldn't help but see his face, smiling at her, touching her, kissing her and loving her. She should, she guessed, feel guilty, although she didn't technically do anything wrong. At least that's what she was trying to convince herself of. But she didn't, she felt alive for the first time in ages. It was, without a doubt, the best sex she'd ever had. She had just turned the water off when she heard Jac at the bathroom door.

"Moll hurry up in there," Jac slurred and Molly rolled her eyes knowing what was coming next.

She grabbed a towel and tied it round herself and opened the door only for Jacs to run past her straight to the toilet and start throwing up.

Molly grabbed Jackie's hair and held it away from her face as she emptied the contents of her stomach. A few minutes later and they were both sitting up against the bathtub hugging their knees.

"I am never drinking again," Jac groaned

"Snap."

Jac turned and glared at her "You were as sober as a judge Molly!"

"Yeah until I tucked you into bed and went back down to the bar."

"I made a prat out of myself in front of that stag party, didn't I?"

"Yep," Molly replied as her headache started to ease.

"Well as pissed as I was at least I wasn't doing the walk of shame at four in the morning," Jac smirked as Molly buried her head in her hands.

"You saw me?"

"Oh yes and I want all the details."

Molly groaned, she didn't want to, but she knew Jac would never shut up until she told her.

She explained that she had met Charles at the bar and how they had shared a meal before going for a walk and him pouring his heart out to her and everything that followed.

"You lucky bitch!" Jac laughed "you bagged a hottie."

"Yeah, who's practically married!" She groaned.

"Is that what's annoying you?" Jac asked quietly

"Yes and no," Molly sighed. "I have only ever been with Artan, I didn't know that sex could be like that, there was some sort of connection there, but it probably meant shit to him. We have nothing in common apart from being pissed out of our heads and if he's to be believed, bad taste in the relationship department."

"Molly, from what you've told me he's rich, good looking, posh and in the army. Trust me, regardless of there being a connection or not, it was a one-night stand. He won't leave his fiancée for you or come looking for you. Take it from someone who knows. Embrace it and learn from it."

Molly looked at her best friend and smirked "How many one-night stands have you had then?"

"Your head would explode," Jac bit back "But if it helps you any, I'm jealous as hell of you right now!" She laughed.

OGOGOGOG

Charles

He knew she was gone the second he woke up. He opened his eyes only to be blinded by the sun shining through the window. In his haste last night, he had forgotten to close the curtains but then, even a fire in the hotel wouldn't have stopped him from kissing and loving her. He closed his eyes and remembered every kiss and every touch, and he wished that she were still here so he could do it all over again. But she wasn't.

In the harsh light of a new day he knew that he had cheated on his fiancée and if anyone ever found out about it, it would be the end of his career in the army. Last night had been a beautiful mistake and he would have to find some way to make it up to Rebecca.

His head was throbbing as he slowly got out of bed and closed the curtains. It was when he turned to head to the bathroom that he saw the note sitting on the table. He lifted it carefully, scared it would vanish beneath his touch, before reading it and tracing her handwriting with his fingers, as disappointment poured over him at not getting any contact details. But, then again, it wasn't like they could ever have a future together.

He set the paper back on the table and went into the bathroom when he heard his hotel room door open. For the briefest of moments, he wanted it to be her, coming back to him but in reality, he knew it was Elvis. He quickly showered and dried off and wrapped himself in a towel. He walked back into the room to find Elvis, clearly hung-over, leaning against the table with the note in his hands.

"Fancy telling your old friend what happened last night?" he smirked.

"Nothing," Charles bit back as he tried to grab the piece of paper from his friend.

"Thanks for listening, M," Elvis read out "M, would that be the brunette in the black dress you met at the bar last night and who I saw doing the walk of shame out of this very room in the wee small hours of this morning?"

"Oh shit." Charles sighed as he sat down on the bed.

"Relax I was alone, your future brother-in-law had already passed out drunk in the taxi," Elvis said, "Speaking of which, he wants the two of you to go fishing before we leave here. He kept asking where you were last night. I told him you had a migraine and couldn't hold your alcohol."

"Thanks," Charles sighed "Christ fishing!" He grimaced.

"Not how I want to spend my morning either, but hey, i'm not marrying his sister."

Charles groaned as he buried his head in his hands and took a deep breath.

"What happened last night then Charlie boy?" Elvis asked him quietly.

"Apart from the obvious," Charles stated as he looked all around the room. "We met at the bar, downed quite a few drinks and suddenly we're both pouring our hearts out. She had a bastard for a boyfriend and I told her about Rebecca, and, I don't know, maybe it was the alcohol but I… for a few hours I felt as if a weight had been lifted, I was happy, there was something…I can't describe."

"A connection?" Elvis finished for him

"Yeah."

"Do you love her?"

"Jesus Christ Elvis, I've only just met her, she was a one-night stand!"

"Ok another question then- do you regret it?" Elvis asked as he came and sat on the other bed and yawned.

"Yes. No," Charles sighed "Christ I don't know."

"Want my advice Charlie". It was clearly a rhetorical question as before Charles even had a chance to answer Elvis continued. "Ditch the bitch, Rebecca I mean," Elvis said as Charles glared at him. "You know I don't like her, I never have. Call her right now and dump her, break her heart. I'll call in a bomb scare, wake Peanut and Dyno and as we're special forces we'll storm the hotel and gather in the lobby. I'll arrest Richard, as he's her brother… and an arse, you'll meet this M, fall in love and marry! Bobs you're uncle" he finished before flopping backwards on the bed!

"You are joking right?"

"Well maybe about storming the hotel, but I'm being deadly serious about gettin' rid of the bitch."

"Elvis.,"

"I know, I know, it'll be the end of your career and your parents will be disappointed in you, blah blah. I get it, I've heard it all before. But you're my best mate and I hate seeing you so unhappy."

"Things'll be fine with Rebecca once we're married, settled again and there's no more planning or table charts to plan."

"Who are you tryin' to convince?" Elvis yawned

"Better get a hurry on Charlie, your brother-in-law will be waiting for you."

"Are you sure he didn't see anything last night?"

"He didn't. Relax, your sordid little secret is safe with me. Now, if your brother-in-law to be starts anything just tell him that you know all about his quickie with the skanky waitress round the back of the Chinese."

"Oh God," Charles muttered as he stood up. Richard, his soon to be brother in law, was married but not exactly faithful to his wife. It was no secret on barracks.

"Be thankful you didn't see it." Elvis said as he laid down and closed his eyes.

OGOGOGOGOGOG

"Kill me now, please," Charles said as opened the passenger door of Elvis's car and got in.

"That bad," Elvis smirked.

Charles glared his response.

"Just think you'll be related soon enough."

"Please don't remind me," Charles sighed as he pinched his nose and rested his head back on the head rest. "Hang on, are you sober enough to drive?"

"I only had a few beers last night," Elvis said as he started the car "someone had to be sensible and get everyone back here in one piece."

"Elvis Harte being sensible, wonders will never cease."

"Charles James picking up a one-night stand at a bar, wonders will never cease," Elvis bit back and caught the glare Charles was giving him. "Relax, I just never thought I'd see the day."

"Neither did I," Charles sighed "I have been thinking though…"

"About wrapping that fish wire around Richard's neck?" Elvis smirked as he pulled down the long driveway of the resort.

"Well aside from that," Charles smirked before turning serious "I think I need to talk to Rebecca, not about last night, obviously, but how I'm feeling. It could be just nerves about the wedding."

"Or you don't love her anymore," Elvis replied as he glanced at his friend. "You know how I feel about her, I'm all for talking and sorting things, but don't let her steam roll you like she normally does."

Charles closed his eyes as he tried to imagine the conversation he wanted with Rebecca in his head. He just hoped he had a chance to speak.

It wasn't long until Elvis was pulling up in front of the townhouse that he shared with Rebecca. He grabbed his bag and heard Elvis shout "Good luck" as he sped off down the road. He stood with the keys in his hand and took a deep breath as he opened the door.

The instant he walked in the door all he could hear was Celine Dion warbling in the background, Rebecca was no doubt still choosing the song that they would have their first dance too. His suggestion had been rubbished in seconds. He bloody hated Celine Dion but it was, of course, Rebecca's wedding.

He set the bag on the floor and walked into the lounge and saw Rebecca sitting on the floor surrounded by various different coloured material.

"What's going on?" he asked as Rebecca turned down the music and looked at him, indicating that he should come and sit with her on the floor.

"Major nightmare darling," Rebecca said as she patted the carpet indicating where he should sit.

"Which colour do you like the best? The red or the peach?"

"For what?" he asked carefully. Bridezilla was in full swing and he knew the chance of talking to her was gone until she got whatever was troubling her under control.

"The colour scheme of course! Honestly Charles!" she scolded.

"We," Charles said clearing his throat "You chose the soft blue colour months ago."

"That was then, this is now."

"I don't understand?" Charles asked, his head was beginning to pound again.

"The blue style doesn't match my new wedding dress. I needed a better fitting dress and therefore needed new bridesmaid dresses to match – hence the change of colour scheme. I think the peach will be best, that way everyone will be looking at me and how stunning I look!"

Charles closed his eyes. "Rebecca…"

"There's a reason why I need a better fit of dress Charles, but we can't tell anyone until after the wedding."

"What?" Charles was really confused now and was beginning to dread what Rebecca was going to say next.

Rebecca stood up suddenly "You can't tell anyone yet, we'll let on that it's honeymoon baby and then tell everyone it's premature."

Charles stopped breathing for a second and then realised that Rebecca was silent and looking at him "Say that again?" he asked as he stood up and walked towards her.

"I'm pregnant," Rebecca screeched as she practically jumped into him and wrapped her arms around him. "Aren't you thrilled, this is what you've always wanted!"

"It is," Charles whispered quietly as everything started to spin. He could feel Rebecca grab his hand and place it on her tummy. She was right, this was all he'd ever wanted, to be an officer in the army, to be married and have kids.

"I know it's a shock, no-one was more surprised than I was but this is everything we wanted, just earlier than we had planned."

"I am happy, thrilled, it's just come as a surprise," Charles said as he pulled Rebecca back into his arms and kissed her forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic, now I know you're okay with it!"

"Why would I not be ok with it?" Charles asked, "you know I want to have children."

"Oh, my hormones are all over the place, hence all of this," Rebecca said as she pointed to all the fabrics on the floor.

"You're going to look perfect no matter what," Charles said, "I need painkillers for my headache, can I get you anything?"

"No thanks," Rebecca replied as she studied the peach fabric.

Charles walked out of the room and into the kitchen as he gripped the counter for support. He took a deep breath. Here he was, getting married and going to be a father, everything he wanted in life, but why was he not happy? Why was he not jumping for joy?

He knew why. He could forget having that conversation with Rebecca, he knew now that he had to marry Rebecca. Whatever happened last night, no matter how good it was, how he was feeling no longer mattered. He and Rebecca may not be perfect together but now there was a child involved, his child and he owed it to them to try loving Rebecca again.

Whilst Charles was in the kitchen Rebecca lifted her mobile phone and re-read the text message and hit reply "Everything is under control." She smiled as she put it back in her pocket and went back to designing new bridesmaid dresses.

Four weeks later – Charles and Rebecca's wedding day.

"Panic over, here he comes," Charles said to his father as he saw Elvis climb the steps into the church slightly dishevelled and out of breath.

"Sorry, my flight only landed two hours ago," Elvis said as he patted Charles on the shoulder and shook hands with his father, Archie. "Bloody terrorists, don't they know I have more important places to be!"

"You know Elvis, it is supposed to be the bride who is late, not the best man! I'll go and tell your mother that the panic is over," Archie James said to his son before dashing up the aisle of the church.

"Can I have a quick word?" Elvis asked Charles as he pulled him out of earshot of the other guests.

"Be quick, Rebecca is already on her first loop around the church, I don't want to keep her waiting."

"What happened mate? After the stag do you said you were going to talk to Rebecca about how you felt," Elvis stated glaring at Charles.

Charles ran his hand through his hair, a classic sign that he was stressed "I did, we did, sort of"

"Sort of, bloody hell Charlie."

"We're in a church Elvis," Charles glared back "It was all just pre-wedding nerves and the stress of it all. We'll be fine once this is over and done with."

"Over and done with! Charlie why are you going through with this. A wedding isn't something that you just get over and done with"

"Oh and you'd know would you Elvis" He snapped. He knew Elvis meant well. He was just having a hard time dealing with the fact that in half an hour he'd be married to Rebecca.

"Look, I get it. I'm sure today is gonna be lovely but once reality kicks in you'll still feel the same. I know you Charlie. You'll still be miserable. Tell me you love her and I'll leave you alone! " Elvis asked arching an eyebrow

Charles Cleared his throat "I...love her" he ventured, but even to his own ears it sounded false.

"You're gonna have to do a better job than that in the next 15 minutes Charlie boy. Who are you trying to convince, cos it sure as hell ain't me"

Charles looked at the ground "I have to try, if not for her then for…"

"For what?" Elvis asked

"Damn, I'm not supposed to tell anyone, Elvis, Rebecca's pregnant, she's having my baby. I couldn't, can't leave her, not now. Not ever."

For the first time in ages Elvis was speechless. He could understand the predicament his friend was in and he knew that any chance there was of Charles leaving Rebecca had just gone. All he could do was be there for his friend and support him when it all went to hell.

Molly

"I'm so pleased that shift is over!" Jac exclaimed as she burst through the door to the staff room at the hospital. "I swear my blisters have blisters."

Molly smiled up at her friend as she continued to sit on the sofa staring into the darkness.

"You okay Mols?" Jac asked as she came and sat beside her. "I know it's always hard when you lose a patient, especially when it's a kid."

"I'll be okay," Molly whispered.

"No offence but you don't look it," Jac replied "A few of us are going out for a drink, drown our sorrows and all that, why don't you come too, you haven't been out since our weekend away."

"I'm not really in the mood Jac."

"Course you are! You should be celebrating the fact you got your interview for a place on the surgical wards," Jac said almost bouncing on her seat.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Molly come on, please!" Jac said as she took in just how tired her friend looked.

"I'm not going out on a bender with you Jac, because I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm pregnant," Molly said, very matter of factly, as she set the positive pregnancy test onto the table in front of her. "And before you ask, yes it's the one-night stand, who is probably getting married as we speak."

I do need to mention that any similarity of the events in this chapter with any other Our Girl story is simply a coincidence. The stories are very different and as this is only chapter two the story is still building for the drama to come. The next chapter will be posted very soon!