Hey all sorry for not writing the latest chapter, had a mild case of writers block. I am back now, emotionally drained from the last ep with the slight annoyance that we never got to know what his son's name was haha. Well my story will not change of course as it is an alternative end however if you enjoy my work look out for a new story/oneshot I will be putting up about the situation in the last ep! Thanks for reading through this :)
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Molly loved her family however she knew that it was best for her to be away from them for a while, she needed to rest, something that she wouldn't get at home, the odd lift to therapy and she needed someone who would understand. James was that person. Once they had arrived in England James helped Molly up after taking all of his and her gear. Pulling her phone from her pocket she sent a quick text to her mum saying that she was all right but she wouldn't be home.
It took a while but finally the pair were stood outside The Captain's parents' house. It was massive! Molly hadn't seen anything like this in person and she stood looking at it in amazement feeling rather guilty for assuming that it would be shit. Opening the door James propped it open with his foot to allow Dawes to walk in before him. As she did he followed close behind, his eyes constantly watching for any sign that she wasn't okay. After he closed the door, also using his foot, he put there kit in a neat pile to the side, Molly again looking around in amazement at the vast space, how clean it was, all the photos, paintings and ornaments. It looked magnificent... and posh. As Molly stood there in her own little daydream James smiled "You wanting to have a rest upstairs Dawesy? It's been a long journey after all. Then after I will make us something to eat." Snapping out of her trance she nodded with a slight mischievous glint in her eyes. "Sounds good Mr Posh" That caused him to laugh "Oh Dawesy you're losing your touch" he playfully winked before very carefully scooping her up into his arms bridal style and proceeded to walk up the stairs. "I can walk up the stairs, I'm not that much of a cripple."
"I know" was all he replied with a smirk on his face which turned into laughter as she stuck her tongue out at him.
Once up stairs he took her to his room. The room was fairly basic. He had plain walls with the odd army ornament, a desk, some shelves, a laptop, a walk in wardrobe and a double bed. Placing her on the bed he kicked off his boots, helped her take hers off and climbed into the bed next to her laying on his back. Molly took it upon herself to shuffle closer putting her head on his chest to which he softly wrapped his arm around her. "Thanks for letting me crash here Bossman... I doubt I'd be able to cope otherwise.." He kissed her forehead lingering there before speaking again. "Charles." This caused her to frown "My name's Charles or are you going to call me Boss for the rest of our lives?" he teased and then playfully raised an eyebrow when she giggled. "hmm? Something wrong with Charles?" he asked, the temptation to try tickling her was high but he stopped himself due to her injuries. "Nope... not at all" she continued to giggle before leaning up and softly kissing his lips. She felt all warm inside at that mere touch and how he had said 'for the rest of our lives' insinuating that he wanted them to last. Pulling away to both of their disappointments Charles softly moved a straight bit of hair from her face "come on let's get some sleep." She yawned as if agreeing and cuddled into him. Holding onto her he watched her as she fell asleep. Smiling softly he leaned closer, whispered "I love you." into her ear and went to sleep himself.
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Well I hope that made up for my lack of update! Thanks for reading and please review! :D
