My honeybee,
I had been afraid you would be alarmed at my sudden statement in reference to you and I starting a family eventually, but I am glad you feel the same. I am also happy you're no longer sick. I will always take care of you, sweetheart. Of course you're important to me; I'd put off cases for as long as needed. You're feeling much better today and have returned to work. I saw a side of you I had never seen before; well, except for the time I was on the Magnussen case. Sally was being her usual irritating self and you snapped at her quite harshly. To be honest, I was surprised by your reaction. She has always called me those things and it never bothered me, but to actually see you stand up for me was a welcome sight. Thank you. Greg will probably make sure not to bring her into the morgue ever again.
Six months you say? I hadn't realized how long it's been. These last few months have been the happiest of my life since before the loss of Victor. I am proud of you too, Molly. We have both grown quite a bit. I am also proud of your recent accomplishment of your latest essay making it into the Journal of Forensic Science. We should celebrate. In fact, I know exactly what to do. I have learned a great deal about you as well. Your favourite colour is yellow and your favourite treat is an egg custard tart. I know a bit about your family before you either lost them or ceased contact; you don't like to talk about it much and that's fine. Ted—no—Ed Sheeran is your favourite musician. I must say his music has grown on me. When you're feeling upset or stressed, you tend to clean obsessively. You prefer to wear my shirts as nightdresses and I prefer it too, if I'm being honest. And if I recall, you also love to dance and, as you say, cuddle. You also enjoy playing various board games as well as the video games you have wanted me to attempt.
I am not afraid to have you know the more personal details about me. I trust you. We don't play games and our communication skills have improved. The few rows we did have, we've worked out with little to no trouble. We are both committed to one another completely. I will always be here for you, even when things get rough. You will never have to feel insecure with me, for I will paint your body with I love you's. I want to grow old with you, my darling. I do not know what the future holds, but I do know my future includes you. I am not interested in taking a logical, rational approach; our love is anything but. I don't fear the unknown with you by my side. We still have adventures ahead of us that are untold.
You care very deeply and have the most selfless heart. You are both tender and wildly passionate. I love how attentive you are and the way you love me. You truly make me feel wanted, not just in the obvious way but also with your desire to actually spend quality time with me. I love how you smile when you kiss me and break into a run to hug me when I've been away. You lay your head on my chest whilst we sleep. Sometimes, when you wake in the middle of the night, you kiss wherever you can reach. I love when your fingers are in my hair and the fact you don't mind when I fall asleep with my head in your lap or when I use your lovely breasts as my pillow.
Now, I must bring up the prank you and John managed to pull on me. Two pranks, actually. First off, we were harmlessly executing an experiment. I turned my back for a few seconds to find my beaker had been switched with one that began to push out more foam than I've seen. You must've doubled the ingredients. It was during our laughter and attempt to clean up that John initiated part two…mixing a temporary light grey hair dye in my shampoo. It was just enough to only have spots of it through my hair. Of course, I do not really look forward to that portion of growing old but you assured me, through your giggling (and John's from outside of the door), that it didn't affect your desire for me; if anything, you said, it makes you want me more. That's when John decided to leave. When I say decided, I mean we forced his hand as we snogged each other all the way into our bedroom. My Molly, life with you is never boring.
I love you. Always yours,
William xxx