Molly sat across from him at the table in the kitchen. 'You want to write a book?'

'Are you losing your mind? You meet some random bloke on the bleeding train and suddenly you are a writer. I mean Charles seriously are you ill or something?'

He gazed back, she was so beautiful. He loved her so much. She was his world, his life now. He felt complete, he felt happy, he felt wanted. Things he had not felt in such a long time.

Molly was still talking to him. This happened a lot he would look at her and zone out thinking how lucky he was, how blessed to have her in his life.

But, right now it sounded as though Molly was pissed. In fact he looked right at her and yes, she was not happy.

'Charles are you even listening to me?'

'Molly darling, sorry what did you say?

'Arrrrgh forget it, you want coffee?' He smiled at her 'No, I don't want coffee. I want you to smile and let me clear the dishes. Then Miss Dawes we are going to watch some TV and finally retire to bed. Where I will probably snore and you will elbow me in the ribs as normal'.

Molly laughed 'Ok, fine. Bring the wine with you'. With that she was gone.

Charles loaded the dishwasher, opened another bottle of wine and went to find her. She was curled up on the sofa watching Eastenders. He could not bare it. She loved it said she needed that fix of soaps to get thru the day.

She looked up as he came in. Muting the TV remote.

'Okay so tell me again about this man. Focus up Charles I want to know everything'

Charles told her about the interview. Great interview and yes he thought the job was in the bag. But, this man on the train made him think. What if he could do something where he didn't have to travel which meant that he could be home every night.

Molly sat opposite him on the sofa, listening her head on one side as she mulled over what he was saying.

'So you write a book, do you get paid to write it Charles? I mean how will we pay bills, we move into our flat next month. My salary won't cover everything. I mean I want you to be happy an that but, we have to be practical. We will need two wages'.

He looked at Molly. Who would have thought she would be the sensible one in our family. 'You are right Moll's. I am being stupid. I need to take that job if I get offered it'

He must have looked crestfallen as she reached out and ruffled his hair.

'Listen babes, lets not discuss it anymore. I have a week left and then back to Afgan for three months. Its too much for me right now ok.'

Charles poured two glasses of wine and sat back on the sofa. Molly curled up next to him and unmuted the remote. Bloody hell Eastenders was still on. How long was this drivel.

He laid his head back and thought about his day. Pro's and Con's list normal CJ behaviour;

Pro's

Great interview

Job in the bag

Amazing salary and benefits

Travel across the world setting up base camps in emergency areas for the Red Cross.

A chance to really make a difference.

Con's

Would be away overseas for long periods

Would miss out on Sam. He had missed so much already.

Molly how would he leave Molly. Well actually she was leaving him again. Back to finish off her mentoring program for Afgan medics.

A chance at a normal life. Well as normal as it could be in his world.

No chance to write a book.

Definitely no chance to write a book.

A book Charles James you cockwomble get a grip for fucks sake he thought. You are not John Grisham. He smiled and looked at Molly leaning against him. Her strength had got him through the last few months. He owed her security, normality.

He closed his eyes, it had been a long day. He could feel himself drifting off to sleep. Molly looked up when she heard a snore. She laughed to herself as she gazed at this gorgeous man and thought he is all mine snores and all.

'One week until I go, it will go so fast. When I get back we will have our own home. I can hardly believe it. Life will be amazing for us I just know it.'

Molly closed her eyes and felt sleep coming. She was fragged she knew it. Sometimes she didn't dream but tonight was not going to be a dream free night she sensed it.

She was on that bridge leaning over Charles, she couldn't save him. She heard him saying 'Sorry' but she was crying 'Boss stay with me'. It was always the same dream Charles, her on that bridge but it was always the same. He lay there bleeding out and whilst she tried to save him life and stem the bleeding.

'Molly' She could hear him calling her. 'Stay with me'

'Molly wake up, you are dreaming' She opened her eyes and looked into Charles worried eyes. 'You had that dream again Molly, its fine we are safe ok'

She looked at him and nodded. She was cold, shivering. He drew her towards his warm body hugging her tight. 'Let's go to bed'

She smiled at him 'Oh yeah I know that look Charles James'

He stood up and pulled her up. 'Come on Molly Dawes, last one upstairs unloads the dishwasher tomorrow.'

She shoved him in the ribs causing him to lose his balance and was gone running. He turned off the TV and lights and headed upstairs.

By the time he got upstairs she was already in bed. Curled up in a ball. He knew she was already asleep. He brushed his teeth and went looking for his pj bottoms.

Climbing into bed Molly sighed and rolled towards him. He looked down at her and she opened her eyes. 'I think you lost babe ha'

He smiled. How had he been so lucky to find her. He loved her so much, he could not imagine life without her.

He turned off the lights and lay down, Molly was wrapped around him. He had hated Rebecca wanting to spoon. Didn't get it. Why have a double bed if you are both gonna be on one side. But, now he couldn't imagine going to sleep without her wrapped around him.

The moonlight shone in thru the open curtains. He looked around the room and something caught his eye.

Glinting at him was John Donner's gold embossed business card.