As always I do not own the show, I just wish I did!

Thank you to Debbie and Steph for editing this and to everyone who has taken the time to review.

So, a few weeks have past in the story and Charles is out of hospital and in rehab at Headley. Will he finally meet his son, and more importantly how will it go?

Four weeks later

Molly glanced in the rear-view mirror of her small car to see that her son was fast asleep in his car seat. She smiled as she parked outside their house and noticed the light on downstairs. She lifted her phone from her bag and sent a quick text to Jac to say that she was outside.

It had been four weeks since her attack at the hospital and she was due back on duty the day after tomorrow. The bruising was gone but her ribs were still a little tender at times so the last thing she wanted to do was lift and carry a sleeping Sam into the house in case it aggravated her ribs leaving her in agony again.

The hospital had been great after her attack, they had all sorts of therapies and support, or as Jac put it, incentives to stop her from suing the trust for not having enough security on duty. Suing the hospital trust was the last thing Molly would have done, she just wanted some time off to heal and spend with Sam. Something her superiors quickly agreed too. She was looking forward to returning to work but a little apprehensive too. She was still a little jittery in public but as everyone constantly told her that was normal after what she'd been through.

It had also been three and half weeks since she had seen Charles. He was now at Headley under the care of army doctors, nurses, physiotherapists and even therapists. They were in contact on a daily basis with the text messages flying between them. Charles would be asking how her and Sam were, knowing she had some time off. He was interested to know what they'd been up to. Molly would give him all the details of her and Sam's adventures and ask him how his recovery was going and how he's settled into rehab.

He had started all sorts of physio even though his leg was still in plaster, including, much to his initial annoyance, talking to a therapist. Despite his initial reluctance he admitted in his last text that he was finding it helpful talking to someone and dealing with the ptsd he never knew he had – or rather wanted to admit to having, after spending three years in special forces.

He was constantly asking over text if she needed any more money for Sam, and each time she politely refused the offer. The cheque he had given her was more than enough and she promised in a very brief video call that they could discuss proper regular child benefit payments closer to him leaving Headley. They both agreed that it was something they would sort out between themselves and not get any third parties involved.

She had used some of the money he had given her to buy Sam new trainers and a coat as well as spending some of it to take Sam out on day trips to the nearby zoo, farms and a full day at Legoland. The last few days they'd enjoyed a four-day trip to London. She found a reasonably cheap B&B and they spent the time at the usual tourist sights London had to offer; the London Eye, aquarium, they spent a full day at the Tower of London and an open top bus trip through the Capital.

She'd sent Charles loads of photos and videos she'd taken. She did wonder at first if he might not be happy with how she was spending the money but no, he'd been delighted at seeing everything that they'd been up too and still offered more money. She was going to have to find a way of telling him that she was not interested in his money, she just wanted him to be a dad to Sam which was far more important.

She waved when she saw Jac open the front door and run down the small path, before opening the car door beside Sam.

"Take it you both had a good time then?" Jac whispered as Molly exited the car and walked around to stand beside Jac.

"Oh yes!"

"He's snoring his little head off!" Jac grinned as she carefully lifted the sleeping little boy into her arms "I take it's straight to bed then?"

"Please," Molly said as she started to gather their bags. "Just try and take his shoes off if you can."

Jac nodded as she turned and headed up the path "I want all the details!"

Molly smiled sadly. Should she tell her best friend that whilst in London she found herself driving past Newham and was tempted to call in to see her parents? All this talk of Sam meeting his father and grandparents had her thinking of her own parents, nan and her brothers and sisters, but they never thought of her or contacted her. She had tried contacting them again after her attack and again the letter was returned with a brief but very clear note "Not interested."

It hurt Molly a lot, but she had Sam to think about. As much as she wanted to try and forge a relationship with them, she knew it was pointless, they had made it clear they didn't want to know her or Sam ever since she moved out to study nursing. Would it be right to expose Sam to that type of environment? She really didn't know as she closed the boot of the car and locked it.

An hour later and Molly was standing quietly at the door to Sam's room recording the snores of her son lying flat on his back his arms and legs stretched outwards.

"I think it's safe to say he's out for the count for the rest of the night!" Molly giggled quietly as she closed the door and walked quietly to her bedroom. As she sat down on her bed, she glanced at her phone screen and saw Charles grinning like an idiot.

"Does he always snore?" Charles grinned, as he burned the image of his sleeping son into his brain.

"Not always, only when he's completely knackered," Molly smiled "and then you only wake him if it's absolutely necessary!"

"Must get that from his mother," Charles smirked "Early riser."

"Cheeky bugger, I talk to your mother don't forget," Molly grinned back "She's told me what you're really like."

"My mother adores me" he retaliated smiling smugly.

"Your mother tells me that you can be a complete grouch and can sulk for queen and country when things don't go your way."

"She told you that?" he frowned.

"Amongst other things," Molly smiled sweetly.

Charles cleared his throat and hoped that the redness in his face could not be seen down the video. "Speaking of mother, she cannot wait to meet Sam."

"I know," Molly replied. "But we all agreed that you should get to meet him first, you are his dad after all."

Charles nodded his head, but it didn't stop his mother from moaning and groaning.

"I was thinking," Molly said quietly "I'm back at work the day after tomorrow and I'm going to be working the weekend. What about next Monday or Tuesday we drive down to Headley to see you?"

Charles frowned and stayed silent. Did she say we? "Did you say we?" he asked carefully.

"Yes, me and Sam. Thought it was about time," Molly replied smiling "If you're not ready or want to wait…"

"God no! It sounds perfect! With a bit of luck, I might be rid of this bloody cast by then, it certainly doesn't rock the superhero look!" Charles beamed.

"Even superheroes get hurt sometimes," Molly smiled "If I come down to you on Monday, I could arrange with your parents to meet him on Tuesday – if that's okay with you or would you prefer to be there?" Molly asked, quickly realising that she was rambling.

"No, Tuesday sounds perfect, that way she'll stop nagging in my ear!" Charles smiled "Molly are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's time," Molly smiled back "I'm on a half day on Sunday so I can tell him we're going on one of our day trips. I'm just not sure if I should tell him on Sunday night or en-route in the car that we're going to meet you."

"I… that's only something you can decide Molly," Charles replied, "You know best how he'll react."

Molly bit her lip "Either way he'll probably start bouncing up and down, then demand we leave straight away and then on the drive down he'll constantly ask if we're there yet!"

Charles grinned but Molly saw his expression turn to a frown.

"What is it?" Molly asked.

"I need to get something, a present," Charles asked still frowning "What toys does he like, I can ask mum to get something and bring it down."

"You don't need to get him anything Charles."

"I do, I need to, I want to."

Molly knew it was pointless arguing with him, he had that stern face on that he probably used frequently in the army when he was not to be challenged so it would probably end in an argument if she tried to change his mind.

"I have an idea," Molly said suddenly thinking of something.

"What?" Charles asked now smiling and nearly bouncing with excitement. She now knew who Sam took after with that!

"You know his favourite bear," Molly said.

"Howie!" Charles interrupted still excited.

"Yep, well I got him from the bear factory, he has his own birth certificate and everything," Molly rambled as she rolled her eyes, something else Charles adored about her. "Well, you can buy outfits for the bear. I'm going into town tomorrow, so I'll pick up one from you. I can wrap it and hand it to you discreetly when we get there."

"Sounds perfect, just let me know how much it costs, and I'll give you the money," Charles replied only to be interrupted by Molly

"I can take it from the money from the cheque, you're bloody obsessed about money!"

"I just want to help Molly," Charles practically pleaded.

"Well we can sort that out soon."

"Okay."

"I better go, I'm Hank Marvin and Jac is about to eat her fingers," Molly smiled.

"Sorry what? Hank Marvin? What's that even supposed to mean?" He frowned.

"Um starving, hungry? Don't you speak proper English?" Molly asked.

"Not the same English as you do apparently!" Charles grinned

"Very funny! You know what they say, you can take the girl out of London, but you can't take London out of the girl! I tell you what when I'm in town I'll see if I can pick you up a Cockney dictionary for beginners," she poked her tongue out at him over the phone and giggled as she bid him goodnight.

OGOGOGOGOGOG

Molly stood outside the main entrance to the hospital and looked inside. Did she take the elevator or take the stairs? She needed the exercise and if she took the stairs then she would be able to walk past the place where she had been attacked in a matter of seconds. If she took the lazy option of the elevator, then she would be walking out on her floor at the exact spot where it had happened.

She couldn't escape the elevators forever, there would be some part during the day where she would have to go into it, and it would be better if she freaked out by herself than when she might be with a patient. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and walked into the hospital quickly grabbing a hot tea on her way to the elevator, only to find Kate standing there almost as if she were waiting for her.

"Morning," Kate smiled as she pressed the button "for a split second I thought you were going to do a runner."

"Nah," Molly smiled "Just weighing my options – be healthy and take the stairs and risk hurting the ribs or be lazy, take the lift and have a panic attack."

"Why do you think I'm standing here?"

"Because you're my boss and you missed me?"

"Well there is that," Kate smirked "But I know if it were me I'd be bricking it right about now." Kate said as the elevator arrived. She stood and waited for everyone to leave before she walked in and looked at Molly "Coming?"

Molly took another breath as she stepped into the small elevator and hit the button for their floor.

"You know how I'm a nice boss," Kate said as she watched Molly watching the lift move through the floors.

"Yeah?"

"Well you can decide what you want to do today."

Molly turned and looked at her friend and boss "what do you mean?"

"Well I have back to back surgeries all day, so you can come and assist in theatre or you can manage the ward," Kate explained "One of the patients on the ward is Marie."

Molly felt the elevator stop but she was more interested in what Kate had just said. "Marie is back again?"

Kate stepped out of the elevator and Molly followed her "Yeah, she was admitted yesterday, that bastard of a tumour keeps growing back. I really don't know how many more operations she can handle."

Molly closed her eyes briefly as she followed Kate to the door of the ward, and then realised she had walked past the spot where she had been attacked. She glanced briefly and then wondered what the hell she'd been so scared about? She had more important things to worry about.

Marie was one of those patients that you just connected with. Molly could have seen them as friends if they hadn't been nurse and patient. They were both the same age and were single parents, Marie's little girl was two and in the past year, this would be the third surgery on her brain tumour.

"Is it terminal?" Molly asked as she stepped onto the ward.

"Too early to tell yet," Kate replied as she took in the chaos that was her ward "What the hell?"

"I think I'll join you in surgery today Ms Devlin if that's okay?" Molly replied as she looked around at patients lying on trolleys in the corridor, bins overflowing and the staff running around in all directions. "They don't hit back in theatre."

"Perfect," Kate smiled at her friend's remark "Good to have you back Molly."

OGOGOGOGOG

"Ookies!" Sam shrieked as Molly carefully took out the tray from the oven and onto the counter. She was praying that third time lucky would actually produce cookies that you could eat and not use as a weapon to kill someone with.

"Yes, now fingers crossed we can eat these ones!" Molly smiled as she crossed her fingers and laughed as Sam copied her and grinned from ear to ear.

Everyone loved Molly's cookies, but truth be told there was no secret family recipe nor were they a concoction she had made up herself. No, they were made from a packet mix from the local supermarket, Betty Crocker's chocolate chip cookie mix.

The problem today being that the first batch did not rise into the shape they usually did and were just a flat dewy mess. The second batch were cremated as she'd been distracted and had left them in too long. The third attempt was a success thanks to a last-minute dash to Tesco to buy another couple of boxes of the mix before they closed.

Molly watched as Sam chatted away to Howie the bear about how they made cookies and promised he would save him a bit of cookie for later on. Molly smiled as she watched him playing at the kitchen table, deciding that she would wait until tomorrow to tell him where they were going and who they were going to meet.

She turned around to lift one of the cookies and spilt it into three, one bit for her, one bit for Sam and the last bit of course for Howie the bear, which she would have to remember to remove from his plate after Sam had gone to bed later.

She tested her bit first and when happy that she'd finally got it right nodded to Sam to eat his piece.

"Yummy!" Sam smiled as a chocolate chip stuck to his lip. Molly laughed when he stuck out his tongue to lick it.

"Well we can take these with us tomorrow," Molly said carefully.

"Where are we going mummy?" Sam asked as he wriggled in his seat.

"I think we should go on a picnic," Molly said, "and we can save the cookies for afterwards!"

"Yay! Can Howie come too?"

"Of course, we can't leave Howie behind can we? We'll put him in your back-pack in the morning," Molly smiled as she bent down to wipe away the remains of the chocolate from around his mouth before she kissed his head. "But right now, it's time for a bath mister."

"Do I have too?" Sam whined

"Yes, you do stinky boy," Molly said more sternly "and then it's story time!"

"Chicken Licken!" Sam smiled as he lifted Howie "It's Howie's favourite!"

Molly quietly groaned at the thought of that story again, it was Sam's favourite and he usually asked for it most nights. Another thing she must remember to pack tomorrow, some story books, depending of course on how Charles and Sam got on. She thought that Charles would like to read him some stories which with any luck might tire him out for the long drive home.

OGOGOGOGOGOG

"Mummy? Are we nearly there yet?" Sam asked from the back of the car.

"Very nearly Sam," Molly smiled as she glanced in the rear-view mirror at Sam who was looking out the window and frowning. The drive to Headley had taken the best part of two hours but thankfully this was the first time Sam had asked that particular question.

For most of the journey he sat quietly to watch cartoons on Molly's tablet and then dozed off for a while. Molly woke him a few minutes ago when she'd stopped to get petrol and lunch. She'd been tempted to tell him then who it was that they were going to see but decided against it in the end, she knew her son. Initially he would've been bouncing with excitement, then out of frustration at having to wait there'd be tantrums and tears. She decided it was best left until they'd parked the car in Headley car park, and she'd tell him them. That way, he'd only have a matter of minutes to wait before seeing him.

She'd text Charles as soon as they'd left Bath. They'd agreed that Charles would meet them in the lobby at Headley to sign them both in as visitors. As it was a nice day, he'd suggested having a picnic out in the gardens which Molly had agreed was a brilliant idea. Not only because she knew Sam would love it, but It would also give them some privacy and some space for Sam to run around and burn off some of his endless energy. She'd purchased lunch for all of them at the Subway at the garage, something which Charles was insisting on paying for.

Molly followed the signs and soon enough she was driving up the driveway to what looked like an old stately manner. Sam was obviously impressed as all she could hear was a "Wow!" coming from the back seat.

Molly took a deep breath and prayed to everything that was holy that these next few hours were going to be okay. She unbuckled her seat belt and turned around to face Sam.

"Okay mate?" she asked him smiling. He nodded his head as held on to Howie the bear.

"I'm going to get our bags, then I'll lift you out okay?" Sam nodded again still looking all around him.

Molly quickly lifted the bags out of the boot and opened the car door beside Sam and crouched down to his level.

"Sam, do you know where we are?" Molly asked knowing that he had no clue where he was.

"No mummy."

"We're at a very special place," Molly explained "This is where soldiers who are hurt come to get help to make them feel better."

"You help make people better mummy!" Sam grinned.

"I do Sam," Molly smiled as she touched Howie "Say Howie hurt his leg, I could clean it and put a bandage on it right?"

Sam nodded his head as he stared at his teddy bear.

"But say Howie's leg needed more than a bandage, then he would need to come somewhere like here to get better."

"Okay, mummy, but Howie doesn't have a sore leg silly!"

"No, he doesn't," Molly laughed "But we are going to see somebody here who does, their leg may be in a huge bandage called a cast."

Sam frowned "Like a mummy from Scooby doo?" suddenly getting excited

"Sort of," Molly smiled. "A while ago you asked me about your daddy, do you remember what I told you?"

Sam nodded "He is in the army helping people. He's a superhero!" Sam smiled proudly.

"He is, and you know what else Sam? He's here, in that massive big building behind me and he can't wait to meet you!"

"My daddy is here?" Sam yelled as he hugged Howie.

"He is," Molly smiled as she saw Sam begin to fidget and want out of his car seat. She knew if she lifted him out now he was going to go hyper. She needed to calm him down a bit first.

"Sam, stay still or you're going to hurt yourself," Molly said gently. "Daddy is waiting to see you too, but he has a very sore leg so he may have a large cast on, do you understand?"

"He has a mummy cast? But he is a superhero?" Sam frowned.

"Sometimes superheroes get hurt too and this is where they come to feel better," Molly explained "just remember his leg will be sore so you need to be careful not to bump into it, oh and he won't be able to chase after you yet okay?"

"Okay mummy!" Sam said as he turned to Howie "I am going to see my daddy!"

Molly smiled as she stood up briefly before releasing Sam from his seat and somehow managed to keep him standing beside her whilst she gathered their belongings and walked slowly across the car park to the main entrance.

OGOGOGOGOGOG

His stomach was in knots, he was a major in the bloody army, had nerves of steel, but not today. If he could pace, he would, but he couldn't so he just sat there and internally panicked.

He was meeting his son properly for the first time today. There were a million thoughts racing through his head.

Would Sam like him? Would Sam be disappointed that he wouldn't be able to play with him?

Was Molly okay? Did she get the directions okay? She'd texted him from the garage so they should be here by now, what if…..His thoughts were interrupted.

"Charles, are you sure you don't want me to get a wheelchair?" Tom, one of the assistants at Headley asked him as he came over to where he was perched standing against a chair, crutches in his hand.

"No," Charles snapped "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap, I'm just so bloody nervous."

"It's fine," Tom replied

"It's just I don't want to be in a wheelchair the first time Sam sees me" Charles explained. "They should be here soon."

"Why don't you at least sit in one of the many chairs until they get here, rest the legs a bit," Tom suggested "You want to walk out to the gardens remember?"

Charles sighed, of course Tom was right, he was always right, as he carefully made his way to the chair and sat down.

"They should be here by now," Charles said nervously as he ran his hands through his hair.

"I think they've just arrived," Tom smiled as she saw a young woman matching Molly's description approach the door with a small boy beside her. He walked quickly to the door and opened it for her. "Are you Molly?"

"Yeah," Molly replied as she gently nudged Sam in through the door.

"Your eager welcoming committee is waiting right over there," Tom said pointing to where Charles was sitting.

Charles wanted to stand, but right now his legs wouldn't let him. Molly looked even more beautiful out of her scrubs. She was dressed casually in a long cardigan and jeans but to him she looked stunning. Her beautiful hair that was usually tied up was flowing down to her shoulders, and he remembered that night when he was able to run his hands through it. Beside her stood Sam who was currently looking all round him holding on to his teddy bear tightly before stopping and looking at him right in the eye.

Brown eyes met brown eyes and Sam quickly looked up to his mum and whispered, "Is that him?"

Molly smiled as she looked at Sam and then Charles and whispered "Yes, it is."

It was only a matter of seconds, but one-minute Sam was standing beside Molly, the next he darted straight for Charles and sent Howie sailing through the air only to land on the floor with a loud thud. Sam stopped and thankfully grabbed Charles good leg and pretty much pulled himself onto Charles lap.

Of all the scenarios he had imagined this was not one of them. He saw Sam run towards him and next thing he was on his knee and hugging him tightly. Molly was definitely right about his hugs.

As he held his son, everything felt right, for the first time ever in his life he felt complete. He could feel the tears at the back of his eyes as he looked up at Molly who was currently wiping the tears from her eyes and whispered, "thank you."

Molly just nodded to him as she bit her lip to stop the tears. Her eyes distracted for a second as she saw the assistant pick up Howie and hand him to her.

"Thanks," Molly smiled "He is usually glued to Sam's side."

"No problem, I believe I have to get something from you. I'm Tom by the way."

It took a second for Molly to remember that she was supposed to give this man the present Charles was going to give Sam. "Got it," she whispered as she opened the right bag and handed the small present to him.

"Thanks," Tom smiled "It's nice to meet the famous Molly," he said as he walked away. The plan was that he was going to wait until they were outside in the garden and then come out with the present and discreetly give it to Charles while Sam was eating his lunch.

Molly looked at the scene in front of her, burning the image into her memory before realising that Sam was probably hugging the life out of Charles.

"Sam, you can let go, he's not going anywhere," Molly smiled as she approached them.

"I don't mind," Charles smiled as Sam loosened his grip "Thank you." He said again.

"Howie!" Sam yelled as he saw his bear in Molly's arms. "Daddy you have to meet Howie, he is my best friend!"

"Is he now," Charles said as he reached out and shook the bear's arm "Nice to meet you Howie."

Sam giggled as Molly handed him back to Sam. "No more throwing him on the floor Sam," Molly scolded gently "Don't want him to get hurt, do we? Or he might have to stay here with daddy to get better."

Sam shook his head and looked back at Charles and frowned.

"What's wrong Sam?" Charles asked as Sam touched his hair.

"Your hair is like mine," Sam giggled.

"It is," Charles laughed as he caught Molly's eye and smiled at her. "Now how about we head out to the garden and have a picnic lunch?"

"Ookies!" Sam giggled then realised it was supposed to be a surprise and covered his mouth "oops mummy!"

Charles leaned forward "Sorry?"

Molly cleared her throat as she lifted the container of cookies out of her bag and gave them to Sam "We, or rather Sam, made some cookies as a present for after lunch."

"Well I'm looking forward to them already," Charles grinned as Sam slid off his knee and grabbed the cookie container and held on to it proudly.

"Do you need a hand?" Molly asked gently as she saw Charles try to stand and reached out her hand for him to hold on too.

As soon as their skin touched, they both felt the jolt and smiled at each other.

"This is rather embarrassing," Charles muttered.

"No, it's not," Molly replied, "Never be afraid to ask for help Charles. Now lead the way please Major James."

"Follow me," Charles laughed as he stood up and grabbed the crutches, as he started to walk slowly towards the entrance to the gardens.

OGOGOGOGOG

An hour later they were still sitting in the gardens enjoying the fresh air, Charles and Molly were sitting at a small table and Sam was at one end currently drawing a picture for Charles to keep in his room. The day had been more successful than either of them could have hoped for.

"How are you finding being back at work, since you know," Charles asked, careful that Sam didn't hear this part of conversation.

"I was a bit nervous to begin with, but Kate helped. I was only back on the ward for five minutes and spent the rest of the day in theatre," Molly replied as she glanced at Sam.

"That was to be expected," Charles smiled. He was desperate to reach over to tuck her hair behind her ear, to pull her onto his lap and kiss her, but they were nowhere near that stage. It had been a good day and he didn't want to do anything that would ruin that. "How was the patient who was in the room beside me, was it Marie? She had a brain tumour I think?"

Molly sighed "Not good. We keep removing the tumour and it keeps growing back. For the first time in ages everything was going right for her then this. Her little girl is a year younger than Sam."

"God that doesn't bear thinking about," Charles replied "Molly, if you need to talk someone I'm always at the other end of the phone, day or night."

"Thanks," Molly smiled softly. "How's therapy going?"

"Good, really good actually," Charles smiled "The headaches are still there but just not as bad. The tablets Ms Devlin gave me are really helping."

"See I told you they would!"

"Thank you, Nurse Dawes!" Charles mock saluted "In all seriousness it's all going well, I never thought I would find myself talking to a therapist, but it's really helping, especially in dealing with the brain injury. Physio is going well too, should get the cast-off next week and then the fun really begins."

"Get you, there'll be no stopping you then!" Molly smiled.

"The goal right now is for one day that Sam will be able to hold my hand when we're walking," Charles smiled. "It sounds stupid I know, something so simple and obvious but something that I can't do right now. He, well both of you are getting me through this."

"You can do this Charles," Molly said not realising that she'd reached over and touched his hand in support.

"There's no guarantee that I can return to the army," Charles replied quietly "I can go to every therapy session going and fingers crossed lose the crutches but there is no guarantee that I'll be a hundred percent fit for active duty, but I need to try."

"You do."

"You know what else I can't wait to do?" Charles asked, "Go for a swim!"

"Really?"

"Well get in the water anyway," Charles grinned "they have a special pool here to use for physio and I really can't wait to go, who knows sometime in the not so distant future I can even go swimming with Sam."

"He would love that!" Molly smiled.

"Daddy, daddy!" Sam yelled as he ran over to Charles proudly carrying his drawing "Here daddy!"

"Wow, thank you so much Sam," Charles said as he ruffled Sam's hair much to his amusement.

"There's mummy," Sam said pointing to the stick people on the paper, "there's me and that is you!"

"I'm going to put this up beside my bed, that way I can see it all the time and it'll be like you're both with me!"

Molly looked at her watch and dreaded the fact that they would have to be leaving soon. Charles noticed and grabbed her hand and whispered that it was okay.

"Sam will you put your crayons back into your bag please," Molly asked him quietly. "We need to leave soon."

"But I don't want to go yet Mummy," Sam whined as he clung to Charles knee.

"I know baby, but we have a really long drive before we get home Sam," Molly explained "But we can call daddy anytime, on the phone, can't we?"

"Of course," Charles said carefully "Call anytime."

"I was thinking," Molly said as she looked at both of them "that we make this a regular thing, come down maybe once a week, would you like that Sam?"

"Yes, please mummy, can we, can we daddy?" Sam shrieked excitedly.

"Are you sure Molly?" Charles asked her.

"Of course."

"Thank you," Charles replied, "Thank you so much."

Molly smiled and a few minutes later the three walked slowly back to the car park. After Sam was secured and settled in his car seat, Molly asked him "What do you say to daddy Sam?"

"Bye!"

"And?"

"Thank you for my present!"

"You're welcome," Charles said as he ruffled Sam's hair "I'll see you soon scamp!"

She closed the car door and turned to Charles "Well I don't think that could've have gone any better!"

"Nor do I," Charles smiled "Are you sure about visiting every week, I really don't mind…"

"I want too," Molly smiled "I just hope that I remember to bring the coffee you love so much with me the next time."

"You got me Rosabaya?"

"When I was in London, I visited the Nespresso shop, just in the rush to leave this morning I forgot to pick it up."

"Molly remember it next week and I'll adore you for always," Charles said as he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Steady on mate, it's only blooming coffee!" Molly laughed as she walked around and opened her car door.

"Good luck with my parent's tomorrow!" Charles smiled "And call me when you get home, so I know you arrived safely."

"We will!" She started the engine but before she drove off, opened her window to nervously say "Charles, I've really enjoyed this afternoon".

Locking eyes with hers Charles nodded as he replied, "So did I Molly, probably more than you'll ever realise". They held each other's gaze for a few more seconds before Charles broke it and said "Now get going Dawsey before you get caught in traffic and don't forget to call me later, oh and you can consider that an order."

Molly mock saluted him before she gently pulled away. Charles stayed rooted to the spot with a silly grin plastered across his face waving until the car disappeared from his sight.

Keeping her promise to call and let him know they were home safely Molly did so as soon as they walked through the front door, but that wasn't enough for Sam until she promised if he got bathed and ready for bed like a good boy that they would video call later. Unsurprisingly Sam announced he was very tired and wanted to have an early night, Molly knew that was his excuse to call Charles as soon as possible, but went with it as she figured an early night wouldn't do him any harm so once he was tucked up in bed they called Charles so that he could help her read Sam his bedtime story.

Today had been perfect for all of them.