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So, a couple of days have past – when will Molly tell Charles that he has a son?
"How was yesterday?" Kate asked as she saw Molly walk over to her desk and start her shift.
"It was the birthday party from hell," Molly smiled "Seriously, on Sam's next birthday he's getting an apple. Cake and sugar are banned!"
"Nick is still traumatised if that's any consolation."
"I need Valium to get over it."
"In theory it was a good idea," Kate smiled "three birthdays all in the same week, have one large birthday party, but fifty screaming, hyper, sugar filled three year olds in a very small room was never going to work."
"The clown scared the shit out of me never mind the kids. I had Sam holding on to my left leg and Chloe trembling on my right."
"Was that when Nick started to dial the police thinking that the clown was actually a mass murderer?"
"He was forgiven for that one, Nick I mean. How is it possible to mix up children's third birthday party with horror night fancy dress?"
"Remind me to never use that company!" She let out a small laugh then sighed as she stood up and walked over to the board. Molly was directly behind her and frowned.
"Short staffed again?" Molly asked
"Yep, I need to operate on Marie today, the tumour is growing too fast and we have a patient coming up from casualty with a spinal injury following a stabbing. Major James will also need one last scan as well before we transfer him upstairs to ortho."
"I was about to ask how he was yesterday, Charles I mean," Molly said as Kate turned and looked at her.
"No sign of amnesia to the pleasure of his parents. I think he's starting to remember how he spoke to them during that phase. The infection on his leg is healing nicely and so far, all tests on his memory, speech and movement are positive. He's complaining of headaches but that's normal. Mr Patel has asked for him to be transferred to his ward from tomorrow in preparation for one last surgery on his leg."
"Okay."
"Jasmin removed the catheter yesterday and he's getting about using a wheelchair."
"That's good!" Molly smiled as she looked over in the direction of his room.
"He's very polite and well mannered, but very pig headed and stubborn. He thinks his recovery will last a few weeks and not a few months."
"Ahh," Molly sighed and looked around to make sure no-one else heard what she wanted to say. "So... when do you think would be a good time to tell him, about Sam I mean?" Molly asked quietly.
Kate took a deep breath and looked at her friend, before shrugging her shoulders slightly. "That's a tough one, and I'm not sure it's something I can answer. Only you'll know when the time's right. No one can predict how he'll react. But brain injury or not, I'd say he'll most likely be angry...to start with anyway," she said quickly as she took in Molly's crestfallen face. "It will be a huge shock. Put yourself in his shoes, how would you feel if you suddenly found out you had a child you didn't know about. I'm just not sure he's completely ready to handle that kind of news yet. He's only a few days out of major brain surgery." She said gently as she gave Molly's shoulder a small squeeze. She knew Molly desperately wanted to tell him but friend or not he was still her patient and she was his doctor and she had to think about what would be best for his recovery and progress. Although she didn't envy Molly. She definitely didn't want to trade places with her.
"Yeah maybe you're right. I mean it's not like I can just blurt it out. The poor man's been through enough, I don't want to give him a heart attack too."
Kate gave a small smile. "Look, I'm not saying you have to wait weeks or even months, but he's just about come to terms with what's happened to him. He's had major brain surgery and he still has to have surgery on his leg. Give him a bit of time to get used to everything. He's not going anywhere for a while."
"True." She sighed.
"I know you want Sam to know his dad. And he should. And Charles should absolutely know about Sam, but you've built a great life for you and Sam, something which I know is hard to do on your own."
"Well I wasn't entirely on my own. I had Jac and Dan and you. I wouldn't be where I am today without you all".
Kate smiled. "And we wouldn't be where we are without you. We're family. Which is why all I'm saying is, before you let him in and completely turn your life upside down, maybe just take a bit of time to actually get to know him first. Don't just dive in headfirst" She said cautiously. She didn't want to upset Molly. She knew she'd been desperate to reconnect with Sam's dad for years but if what Molly had told her about that night was true she never really knew the man. She just didn't want her to get hurt and the world she knew to come crashing down around her. She was looking out for her, or rather trying too.
"Thanks Kate. You're right. I know you are. It's just...this is all so surreal. I've dreamt about this moment for years." She said wistfully, before her eyes widened and a flash of alarm registered in her eyes. "But actually you're right, what if he doesn't want to know. What if I got it all wrong and we didn't have a connection. What if I meant nothing to him?" The panic now evident in her voice, as the vision she'd had of them being a happy family suddenly disappeared.
"I never said you'd got it wrong and you didn't have a connection. In fact I'd say you were pretty spot on. I think he's actually a bit infatuated with you, he was asking after you all day yesterday. All I'm saying is reconnect with him and get to know him before telling him he has a son."
Molly was about to reply only to be interrupted by the outburst coming from Charles' room. Both women looked at each other in alarm. "I fear when he gets his next scan there will be even more broken bones," Kate grimaced as Molly turned and headed to his room.
"Son of a bitch…" Charles swore as Molly walked into his room "Hi, your back!"
"Yeah, day off yesterday," Molly replied, all thoughts of the conversation with Kate quickly disappeared as she frowned at him, nearly doubled over in the wheelchair. "You okay mate?"
"Bashed… foot… on door frame," Charles explained nodding his head to the door which led to his own bathroom.
"That was smart," Molly smirked "You know you're supposed to ask for help when getting out of bed and into the chair."
"I am perfectly capable of getting in and out myself, thank you Dawsey," Charles replied as he wheeled himself back to the bed.
"How do you know my nickname?" Molly asked as she watched him struggling to get himself back into the bed.
"The nurse yesterday let it slip," he smirked before giving up and falling back into the wheelchair and sighed "Okay I admit defeat."
"I would say I told you so," Molly smirked as she came and helped him back into bed. "I'm supposed to be doing your obs, but I think I'll leave your blood pressure for a while."
"Good idea," he smiled as he got comfortable in the bed "You never said you were going to be off yesterday, I missed you."
"I did tell you, the night before, when you were too busy telling me what to put in the text to your mate Elvis. Who in their right mind names their son Elvis anyway?"
"It's not his real name, it's a very long story but everyone calls him Elvis," Charles sighed "Did he reply yet."
"Oh yes!" She smirked.
"With that look on your face I'm worried by his reply."
Molly lifted out her phone and read out the message Charles had asked her to send.
'Charles says, stay alert, stay focused, stay alive and stop bloody flirting. Whatever that means.'
Molly cleared her throat and tried to hide her laughter
'Thank Christ he's back to normal, was seriously thinking he was going to make a career out of groping nurses!'
"He said what!" Charles fumed as his face started to turn red as he tried to reach out for Molly's phone, but she took a step backwards and out of his reach. "I do not and have never groped… oh dear god!"
Molly bit her lip as a look of recognition washed over his face which was now beetroot red as he covered his face with his hand.
"I remember being a dick to my parents, but Molly please tell me that groping Jasmin's breast and you… I pinched your… tell me it's the morphine Molly please? Tell me it never happened."
"Sorry all true."
"How does Elvis know this?"
"Because he was sitting in the room when you did it, you really didn't like him to begin with did you?" Molly grinned.
"I am never going to hear the sodding end of this am I?" Charles asked her "Oh dear god tell me I didn't… you know…" he said as he pointed towards his groin.
"Grab my hand and placed it on your…"
"Stop talking please for the love of God!" Charles cried as he reburied his head in his hands. "I am mortified. Molly I am so sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Molly shrugged as she came and stood beside him "I've had worse done to me."
"Molly I mean it," Charles said as he grabbed her hand and encased it with his as he slowly traced his fingers over her knuckles. "I am truly, truly sorry I was obviously not myself, the last thing I would ever want to do is to offend you."
She quickly pulled her hand away and averted her gaze as she walked around the bed to look at his chart.
"I've already said it's okay. Besides, I think it's more important that you apologise to your parents. You put them through the wringer mate." Molly smiled as she started to fiddle with the pen, bringing it to her mouth and chewing on it lightly as she looked at his chart to distract herself. She felt it, and she knew he had too. The second their hands touched her whole body felt like it had been electrocuted. The spark was still there all these years later. If anything, she thought she might love him more. She wanted to kiss him, to run her fingers through his hair and grab his hand and never let go. And she desperately wanted to tell him about sam. He looked so much like him. When she looked into his chocolate brown eyes it was as if she was looking at Sam. But Kate was right. She needed to get to know him. They obviously had the sexual tension but behind that she wasn't sure.
Charles felt it too. The feel of her touch shocked him awake, making every hair on his body stand to attention. He could still feel the heat of her hand in his, her touch seared into his skin forever. All these years and still one single touch from her reduced him to jelly.
"Flowers, mum likes flowers," Charles continued, still shocked by the intensity of their hands being entwined "Could you, would you mind if I gave you the money and their address, could you get some flowers sent to them please? My card is…actually I have no idea where my wallet or credit card is?"
"I think your mum took it home with her for safe keeping."
"Shit." He said, banging his fist on the bed in frustration.
"Charles, I need you to calm down," Molly said as she watched him get himself worked up over not being able to get flowers. "Just say what you said to me when they come to visit later. You can organise flowers for them when you get to Headley or treat them to a meal in a swanky restaurant when you get home."
"Good idea!" Charles smiled. "What am I going to do without you when they move me to this other ward?" His mood soured slightly at the thought of not seeing her every day. She was the only thing keeping him going. He counted down the minutes until she came on shift and he was greeted with those sparkling green eyes and infectious grin that lit up the room.
"Start groping another nurse?" She mocked.
"Not funny." He frowned.
"I think it's hilarious!" She said as she stuck out her tongue at him and made her way back to the chair at the side of the bed.
"I'm being serious," he said quietly as he reached over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I've longed to touch you since that night, I wanted to wake up and feel you beside me and spend the rest of the morning getting to know you."
"I don't regret it," Molly said quietly as she fiddled with a piece of cotton on her uniform. "But it was your stag night and…"
"I don't regret it either Molly. There's not one day that has gone past where I haven't thought of you, wondered where you were and if you were happy. Some three years, ten months and sorry I can't remember how many days later I find you living and working in the same town."
"Small world," Molly smiled quietly. Was this the moment she told him about Sam? She knew what Kate had said but it felt like the right time.
"That or Lady Luck was smiling down on us, making us destined to meet again eventually. When that tank rolled over, I saw you?"
"What?" Molly asked broken from her thoughts about Sam
"I saw you in my head every day, and when the accident happened you were the last thing I saw," Charles said as he grabbed her hand again and tenderly stroked it, his fingers interlocking with hers. This time she left it there. "I need you by my side Molly, either as a nurse or more preferably as a friend or maybe more" he asked with a hint of optimism. "I've never felt a connection with anyone like I do with you."
"Ditto," Molly smiled as she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. She could feel the tears prickling the back of her eyes, as she swallowed down the lump in her throat and managed to stop them before they fell.
And in that moment she knew. She knew she had to tell him now. Well today at least. Kate was right. She did need to get to know him but she had her answer. She hadn't been crazy these last three years. He'd thought about her too. There was a connection. And if they were going to have any sort of relationship then he had to know they had a son together. She owed it to him. And to herself. There would be no point going forward and getting close to him if telling him that he had a son made him run away.
"I am not leaving this ward without your phone number." He insisted.
"Okay," Molly smiled, as she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote it down for him. As she handed it to him there was a knock on the door as another nurse walked into the room.
"Sorry Molly, you're needed on the ward, the patient has arrived up from casualty."
"Coming now," Molly said as she quickly stood up and straightened her uniform before looking back at Charles "Sorry I have to go, do you want the door and blinds open or closed?"
"Open please, I can watch you being brilliant," he smiled as Molly blushed "Will I see you later?" He asked hopefully. He was aware he was acting like a schoolboy, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm still your nurse, so yes. But, we do need to talk. I could come back when my shift finishes?"
"Excellent, sounds like a plan," Charles smiled as he watched her leave the room and straight into action. Was it possible to fall in love with someone you hardly knew? Even though they barely knew each other they had a connection, and he found her utterly gorgeous. She had a classic, natural beauty about her. No need for lashings of makeup, something which he despised when he was with Rebecca. But more than that he was in awe of how cool, calm and collected she was as he watched her walking about the ward, dealing with every problem that came her way.
He knew the patient in the next room to him was a woman in her twenties with a small child and he could hear her crying every night when her partner went home with the small toddler. She had a brain tumour and every night the nurses would reassure her that she would be going home again and would see her child's next birthday.
The new admission was causing a bit of a stir, he thought as he saw a lot of people hanging around and waiting for news, then the police arrived, and everyone disappeared apart from one man who raised his voice to Molly and another nurse for not helping his brother quickly enough. Was it wrong that he wanted to stand and cheer (if he could stand that is) at how Molly had put him in his place? How she continually intrigued and surprised him. She was definitely a breath of fresh air.
His head was starting to get sore, so he reached for the buzzer to get some pain relief as he closed his eyes. He didn't have to wait long before Molly appeared and then she immediately went to get him some painkillers to take. He could sense her leaving as he finally drifted off to sleep. When he woke, he watched her again from afar.
As his eye followed her as much as possible, he couldn't help but tell himself "she was beautiful inside and out, what the hell would she see in him?" He was a Major in the army but between the headaches and his leg injury he was looking at months of rehabilitation with no guarantees of being declared fit for duty. What would he do then? Would she want to lumber herself with someone with a limp and no job? The doubts were starting to creep in, was she too good for him?
When his parents arrived, he apologised profusely for his behaviour which they graciously accepted, albeit with a bit of ribbing from his father. His parents didn't stay for the entire visiting hours as the Drs had sanctioned his visitors now that his general health had improved.
His company Sergeant - nicknamed Kingy, together with a few other squaddies from his unit were finally allowed leave to come and see him and Monk who was currently recovering on another ward.
After they had left, he continued to watch Molly work from afar. The new patient was proving to be a handful, as was his brother, who appeared to be standing guard, questioning every single thing that the doctors and nurses were doing. If he had been one of his squaddies he would have been up on a charge by now. Charles admired Molly for not losing it with him, even from this distance he could see that she not only remained calm, but confident, in her work. He smiled to himself as he thought what a bloody good medic she would be to have out in the field.
He lay back on the bed and watched her, as sleep overtook him and he drifted off dreaming of what a life with her would be like.
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Molly was glad when her shift finally finished. She knew that what was going to happen next wouldn't be fun, but it had to be done. The new admission had been a cocky, arrogant arse and obviously in trouble with the police. She could deal with him, but his brother, well he was a different story. He was always standing in the corner, arms folded, constantly glaring at her and at his brother. Something about him made her wary. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was a general aura about him that made her feel uneasy in the pit of her stomach. It was something she was definitely going to need to be aware of and be on her guard about. But that was a problem for another day. Right now, she had something more important to worry about; telling Charles he had a son.
She understood where Kate was coming from in giving him a few more days before dropping the bombshell, and taking the time to get to know him, but she simply couldn't lie any longer. The guilt at not being able to tell him had been eating away at her ever since she took the pregnancy test.
Molly lifted her phone to see a text from Jac explaining that she'd left her house keys at home and was waiting downstairs for her. She frowned at the message, she knew she should go as Jac was waiting but she'd geared herself up to talk to Charles and she wanted to do it before she lost her bottle. Deciding that she had to do this now she fired a quick text off to Jac.
Her phone beeped a few seconds later with the reply. Jac was going to get Sam from nursery and wait in the canteen for her. She'd ended the message with good luck and a kiss.
Molly stood up and lifted the photo she had of Sam from her bag. She gave it a quick glance and gently stroked the picture of her boy before tucking it into her pocket with her phone and putting her bag back in her locker. "Hopefully you'll meet your daddy one day really soon," she whispered, as she took a deep breath and headed towards Charles' room.
"Knock knock, can I come in?" Molly whispered as she stood in the doorway and saw Charles playing with his dinner.
"Please do," he beamed, as he took in the sight of her. Even stood there, clearly drained and exhausted from a full day's work she still managed to take his breath away. "How are people expected to eat this?" he scoffed, as he turned his attention back to the bland and tasteless food on the tray in front of him, throwing his fork down onto the plate in the process and pushing it away from him.
"The smell of the food trolleys is enough to make me barf never mind eat the stuff," Molly laughed as she closed the door behind her. "Where are your parents?"
"Spending the evening at home," Charles smiled "No mithering tonight, mind you dad forgot his phone so I expect he'll come back when he realises it's missing."
Molly bit her lip as she pulled the chair over towards the bed. She felt sick. Her palms were clammy and her stomach was in knots. Why did she feel so nervous? Surely he'd be happy he had a son. But she knew why. They'd just found each other after 3 years and she was about to drop the biggest bombshell ever on him. Even though there's nothing she could have done about it. It's not like she could have found him. Her hands were shaking. She swallowed hard and braced herself for what had to be done.
"Is everything okay Molly?" Charles frowned as he took in her worried expression.
"There's something I want to tell you," Molly said quickly "and you're probably not going to be happy about it but there's nothing I could do. I had no way of finding you, I mean it's not like we exchanged contact details or anything. I've wanted to tell you all along, but I had no idea where you were, I didn't even know where to start to look for you and oh god, you're going to hate me." Molly rambled, the words spilling out of her mouth at what felt like 100 mph, as she placed her head in her hands.
Charles's eyes widened slightly as he took in her demeanour, she was clearly very worried about something, although at this point he had no idea what; he was still struggling to understand what she was talking about. "You're not making any sense Molly. What am I not going to like?"
"Me." She sighed as she lifted her head to meet his gaze.
"Why on earth wouldn't I like you?" He frowned, perplexed as to why she'd think that. "I've wanted to find you ever since…" Charles started to say before being interrupted.
"That night…I...oh god why is this so hard," Molly groaned as she tried to find the right words. "That night is what I need to talk about."
"Okay." He nodded, being mindful that he wouldn't interrupt her again as she clearly had something she needed to get her off her chest.
"Dr Devlin said I should wait a few more days, till you've had time to recover, you know, cos of the trauma you've suffered she doesn't want me to put your recovery back, but I can't Charles, I can't wait any longer to tell you, not when I've been waiting to see you and tell you for so long."
"Molly, what do you need to tell me?" Charles said, a little more urgently than previously. He was starting to worry now about what she was going to tell him. She certainly was out of sorts and wasn't acting like the Molly he'd come to know. Was she about to confess her feelings for him? But if she was why would she look so serious and worried about that?
Molly cleared her throat. "We have a son."
"Sorry?" Charles frowned as he stared at Molly, was he hearing this right?"
"That night, was wonderful, perfect even and I got pregnant," Molly whispered as she lowered her head finding it easier to focus on the floor instead of his face, she could bear to see anger or worse reflected in his expression.
"What?" Charles all but barked as she looked up to see him run his fingers through his hair coming very close to his surgical scar.
"Watch the dressing!" Molly said as she stood to reach over only for Charles to grab her arm and glare at her.
"I have a son?" he said deathly quiet, his face furious.
"That night...that night was... wonderful, perfect even and I...I got pregnant," Molly whispered, as she lowered her head, finding it easier to focus on the floor instead of his face, she couldn't bear to see anger or worse, reflected in his expression.
Charles felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. If he wasn't sitting down he was sure he might have collapsed. He felt like the floor was giving way beneath him.
"I have a son?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes," Molly said as she pulled her arm free from his grasp and stood up straight, "His name is Sam, I have a photo for you," she said as she lifted the photo from her trouser pocket and handed it to him.
Charles took the photo from her and just stared at it. There was no doubt about it, this little boy was his son. He was a mirror image, and so similar to the photo his mother still had on the fireplace of him at a similar age. He couldn't believe it. He had a son; all this time and he had no idea. Rebecca had lied to him about being pregnant just to con him into staying and marrying her. And meanwhile Molly really had been carrying his son and raising him by herself.
It was as if his whole world was falling apart, or possibly falling into place - he wasn't quite sure yet - right in front of his eyes.
"Why am I only finding out about this now?" he growled. His lips snarled in rage as he clenched his fists to try and keep his anger in check as his eyes narrowed to nothing more than black dots as they bore into her.
She didn't think she'd ever seen him so angry. Not that she really knew him but she'd never seen this side to him, not even when he was acting out after his surgery. She knew he'd be angry but this...this was something different. He was cold and detached.
"I didn't know how to contact you," Molly swallowed nervously "We never exchanged telephone numbers."
"You knew I was an officer in the bloody army Molly," he raged.
"Do you know how many posh gits there are in the army with the name Charles? Too bloody many mate. You never told me your surname so trying to find you would've been near impossible, I didn't have a clue where to even start!" Molly bit back. "You could have tried to find me." She finished, as she stood glaring at him with her arms folded.
"If I had known you were pregnant I would've done but psychic ability has never been one of my strong points", he deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "I was getting married you could have traced me that way," Charles retorted.
"Oh, and be the slutty whore who ruined the wedding party? Besides, how would that have helped me, I had no idea where you were getting married, or who too!" Molly fumed as she felt the tears start to form.
"I nearly died in that tank accident," Charles said not dropping his glare from Molly "I could have died never knowing that I have a son!"
"And how is that my fault?" She argued
"You should have stayed in the room, or at least left a phone number before you ran from the room," Charles said as he continued to look at the photo.
"And become what?" Molly countered. "You've been going on for the last few days about how you thought of me every day, how you wanted to try and find me, why? What was your great plan? That I'd be your dirty little bit on the side?"
"If you had left your number, I could have been part of my son's life!"
"It wouldn't have mattered even if I had. You were getting married. You wouldn't have called" she yelled, as she stood up and started pacing the room. She was getting a headache. She could feel the dull ache forming behind her eyes. They were getting nowhere and this was going way worse than she expected, although if she was being honest she wasn't quite sure what she expected.
"You know, this isn't just my fault Charles. It takes two to tango," she sighed as she sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the room. "I wasn't exactly expecting to get pregnant. It wasn't my plan that night. But do you know what, I don't regret it. Not one bit. Sam is the best thing to ever happen to me. It's just a shame his dad is turning out to be an absolute arse!"
Charles turned to look at her. "I want to see him, I want to be a part of his life," Charles stated as he lowered his voice.
"I want that too, I've always wanted you to be involved."
"Well then you should've tried harder to find me and tell me! Where is he? I want to see him."
"He's at nursery, we can arrange for you to meet him properly in the next few days."
"I want to see my son!" He demanded. He knew he was being irrational and taking his anger out on her but he couldn't help it. This massive bombshell had just been dropped on him, he was stuck in a hospital bed unable to walk and his head was pounding. He just couldn't get his head around it all.
"You will, just not tonight," Molly said trying to reason with him. "It's nearly his bedtime Charles. And besides you need to calm down. There's no way you're meeting him like this" she shot back. He might be Sam's dad but Sam was her number one priority and there was no way she was introducing him to his dad unless he calmed down and started thinking rationally.
"Are you denying me access Molly?" He raged. "I swear to god I'm going to go for custody of him!"
"What?" Molly whispered alarmed at his outburst, as the tears started to run down her cheek.
"Well you're always working aren't you! So, who looks after my son when you're here?"
Molly saw red and glared back "I work part time, I was off yesterday and spent the day with him and his friends at a birthday party. A children's birthday party before you start. I've been doing extra shifts because of your bloody accident."
"Oh, typical, blame me!"
"I am not blaming anyone," Molly lowered her voice again "He's happy, healthy and loves going to nursery. I have two housemates who also look after him, another nurse and a doctor, so somehow I think we're all more than qualified to look after your son." She retorted as she stood and headed for the door. She'd had quite enough of him now. She'd had a long day and she didn't need his attitude. She understood he was angry. But she wasn't going to stand there and be shouted at any longer. They were going around in circles and not getting anywhere.
"I am going to be involved Molly. I will do whatever I have to do to see him and be involved," Charles muttered as he watched her head towards the door. "Where the fuck are you going?" he fumed.
"Maybe Kate was right, I should have waited before telling you, but I just wanted to be honest with you. Molly sighed "we're going around in circles and not getting anywhere and you need your rest, I'll call in and talk to you tomorrow.
"I want to talk now!"
"Well I can't. I need to get Sam home, give him his tea and settled for bed," Molly replied as she turned and left the room.
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He was a father. He had a son.
Those same words kept going through his brain on a loop.
He knew had been an absolute bastard to Molly just now, but he was just so bloody angry. With Molly for leaving the room before he woke up. With Rebecca for lying to him and trapping in a loveless marriage. But he was angry mainly with himself. That morning when he woke up and realised that he loved Molly more than his fiancée he had wanted to search the hotel for her. But instead he decided his career and reputation were more important to him and he went fishing with his arsehole of a brother in law instead.
He had to be involved in his son's life, having a child was all he had ever wanted.
The sound of ringing from his dad's mobile broke his thoughts. He reached over and answered it "Dad, I need to talk to you."
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Molly barely made it to the locker before the dam burst and the tears were flowing. Had she really expected him to take the news well? She knew this would happen, that he would be angry and blame her, but she hadn't considered that he'd demand custody. At least he didn't ask for a paternity test, otherwise, brain surgery or not, she would have lamped him one. A blind person could see the resemblance between Charles and Sam.
She quickly rang Jac to check on Sam, she was suddenly desperate to know he was okay. Jac asked how it went, feeling her voice break again she could only reply "Awful."
She hung up the call, arranging to meet them both downstairs in 5 minutes as she quickly washed her face and tried to hide the big red blotches. The last thing she wanted was for Sam to see her upset.
She grabbed her bag and jacket from her locker and quickly made her way out of the ward. She was replaying the entire conversation with Charles over and over in her head as she waited for the lift, her thoughts interrupted by the sound of thumping noises.
She turned to look over her shoulder in the direction of the banging and saw the creepy guy from earlier kicking the chocolate bar machine. Before she could turn away he looked up and directly at her.
She nervously smiled "Steal your change? Always does that!" she said as she noticed him walking towards her.
Molly suddenly realised that there was no one else in the corridor and started praying that the lift would hurry up and arrive. He kept walking closer to her.
"How's your brother now?" she asked as he stopped right in front of her.
"He's not my brother," he growled with a sinister and cocky grin plastered on his face "I was the one who stabbed him in the back. I just needed to make sure he kept his mouth shut."
Molly froze in fear; her only thought was that Sam was waiting for her downstairs.
"And now I need to shut you up too," he grinned as he grabbed her throat.
"Please don't," Molly gasped, dropping her bag as she grasped his hand, trying to fight him off but she couldn't get the strength to do anything.
Then she felt it, a stinging sensation and a punch to the head. As she fell to the floor, he kicked her again and as everything started to go black, she heard the sound of footsteps, and hopefully help approaching.
What has happened to Molly? And what about Charles?
More soon!