AN: I'm slightly overwhelmed by the response for the last chapter so thank you. I had originally intended for this to be a one-shot but decided to extend it. I may do one more chapter after this.

Our Girl is owned by Tony Grounds. There are also references to lines from one of my favourite shows One Tree Hill. I don't own either of these unfortunately.

Broadening the Minds of Tiny Little Humans

"So what did ya tell him?" Molly asked with a smirk as she watched a flustered and baffled Charles pace back and forth across the warn kitchen tiles. Charles raked his hands through his un-kept hair, and gave an exasperated sigh as he threw himself into a chair at the breakfast bar.

"Not much," he confessed.

"You mean to tell me that the great Captain James, Commanding Officer on four tours of Afgan, Mr Cool as a cucumber under enemy fire, caved whilst being cross- examined by a seven year old?" Molly asked with a raised eye brow.

"Oi, piss off Dawsey!" Charles huffed defensively.

"Well where did ya leave off?"

"Kind of uncomfortable and confused. And that was just me. He caught me by surprise. I swear he's like a 3 ft, where do babies come from ninja Dawes." Molly threw her head back and roared with laughter.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up Dawes. You better prey he doesn't come to you for the details." Charles said, his mouth pulled into a familiar smirk.

"ME! What the bleadin hell does he wanna ask me for?" she asked.

"Well you are a medic Dawes. In Sam's mind medics know everything." Charles watched the rising panic cross Molly's face. He couldn't suppress the smug feeling of not being the only one caught off guard at the butterfly thoughts possessed by his son.

"Oh no, you can bugger that posh boy. That ain't in my job description," Molly said with a hint of satisfaction.

"Chicken," Charles replied, a challenge clearly evident in his tone.

"Massive Cockwomble," she shot back with a grin.

She reached over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. His light stubble tickling her chin as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. His hand crept over her hip to rest protectively on the small swell of her stomach. "I only intended to tell him our news," Charles confessed softly. "I had hoped to leave that particular conversation a while longer. Wait till Sam is a little older. When I've had a chance to prepare what to say."

Molly smiled softly as she leant into his embrace remembering the day she found out their lives were about to change forever. Since returning from Africa, Molly had finally begun to feel like all the mismatching pieces of her life had finally come together. Not only had she and Charles gotten married, but she had also advanced up the ranks to Corporal. The challenge of having to supervise and take charge of others, seemed the logical next step following her successful second tour mentoring Afgan medics. Then she discovered she was pregnant.

They hadn't talked much about kids. Molly's advancing career and long periods away from home had put the talk of families on the back burner. She loved spending time with kids. You didn't have much of a choice growing up in her house. She had even managed to successfully navigate the uncertain waters to forge a good relationship with Sam. But despite all that, she still completely freaked about telling Charles. How would she tell him? What would he say? Could they handle it?

Feeling a gentle pressure on her knee, Molly was drawn from her thoughts. "Where did you go?" Charles asked.

Molly gave a gentle shrug. "Just thinking back to how I told ya about the little un." Molly muttered with a smile, a hand coming up to cover his on her bump.

Charles had returned home from a training course several months earlier to find Molly sat on the sofa staring into the fire. "Miss me?" He asked with a smirk. When she didn't respond he grew concerned. "Molly?" When she finally looked up she had a soft smile on her face and tears glittering on her eye lashes. Charles grew alarmed and moved to sit beside her. "What is it?" he asked, a slight edge of panic in his voice. Molly opened her mouth but no sound came out. Instead she looked down at the felt tip she had been twiddling between her fingers. With a shaky breath she took his arm and pulled up the sleeve of his jumper. With an unsteady hand she took the pen and began to spell out words on his arm.

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Charles hadn't said anything. Instead he had stared down at his arm trying to make sense of the two words she had just written. Molly's soft uncertain whisper of his name had snapped him back to reality. She had looked so vulnerable in that moment. Her eyes darting across his face trying to decipher every micro- expression on his face to gauge what he may be thinking or feeling. When he finally came to his senses he had broken into a goofy grin and gathered her up into a bone-crushing hug.

"Ah, I still take full credit for that idea considering I started it first," Charles laughed.

"Whatever, you ponse. I think you'll find it was Sam who started this little tradition of ours. Speaking of which, ya might gunna need to call Rebecca, give her the heads up bees an that, else you'll be in serious trouble Boss man."

Molly watched with glee as the colour slowly drained from his face. "Oh shit, she's going to kill me isn't she?" Charles groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. Molly snickered as she reached over and patted him on the shoulder. "Ya better crack on then ay Boss." She laughed as she swiftly disappeared through the doorway leaving him alone in the now silent kitchen. Charles took a deep breath and muttered to himself as he reached for the phone.

"Right get it together James. The mission is simple. Stay Focused. Stay Alert. Stay Alive.