Author's Note:
Seems like I am on a roll.
In the writing mood.
And I seem to like writing drabbles for now.
LOL.
Pairing: Molly/Charlie
Prompt: Soft
He opened the wrapping, knowing what would be inside.
A sweater.
As usual.
This one had a red dragon on a black background. A red dragon with golden spikes surrounding it's face.
A familiar dragon.
The Chinese Fireball.
He didn't know how exactly she knew how to knit the intricate details of the dragon.
But she always did it.
Every year without fail he got a sweater.
A soft sweater.
A sweater that he would wear the whole day.
A sweater that he would go home in.
His friends would tease.
But he could see the look in their eyes.
And he knew they wanted a soft sweater of their own too.