Well, then. The next chapter. Major fluff alert, just a little heads up :) Enjoy!
The light produced by the lamp currently standing on the nightstand illuminated his face, highlighting the outlines of it. Her head rested against the pillow, which felt so soft after she slept on a crappy one for the last five months. The soft fabric of the sheets touched her skin, but nothing felt so great than his hand on her face, stroking it in a lovely manner.
"So you ain't gonna tell me anything about tomorrow?"
"Absolutely not", he said, letting go of her face. "It wouldn't be called a surprise then, would it?"
She tried to pout like children would do, trying to get their way, but it only made him chuckle. "I hate surprises."
"I know." His words followed by a cheeky smile.
"You're enjoying this, aren't ya?"
"Maybe."
She laughed, her voice filling the bedroom, enjoying their banter. "And here I thought you were a total gent."
It was his time to laugh. "You're probably rubbing off on me."
They continued to gaze into each other eyes, not once looking at their surroundings. When he picked her up at Brize Norton together with Sam she couldn't feel anything but happiness when she launched herself into his arms. It had felt so good to be home again.
A few years ago when she had her first R & R with Smurf she didn't feel at home in the UK with her family. She was supposed to feel at home there, but it just simply didn't. When she came back from her first tour, after which her relationship with the captain finally started, she started to feel at home with him. He was her home, her safe haven where she could turn to every time she needed.
Charles cupped her face, before kissing her, transferring his love for her in this one move. "I am really glad you're home", he said, still holding her face into his two strong hands, like he had done for the first time in the hospital in Camp Bastion.
She smiled. "I'm happy to be home." She closed the distance between them, letting him know just how happy she was to be home with him.
She looked up at the big construction in front of her. "So this is your big surprise then?", she asked, emphasizing on the word big. "London Eye?"
"Do I detect a little disappointment there?"
She looked at the man standing next to her, her hand still in his. "You bein' all mysterious last night, pretending it was something huge."
"Like what?"
She shrugged. "Dunno", she said. "Something big, like a trip to fucking Paris, or somethin'."
He smiled. "Have you actually been in the London Eye?"
"Well, no."
"Come on, then", he said, pulling towards the entrance of the Ferris wheel. "By standing there you'll never find out how great the view is from up here." He pointed at the big construction in front of them.
He walked past the queue, consisting of tourist visiting England's capital and it major attraction. He reported himself to one of the guards before one of the personnel guided them to one of the capsules. "Well, enjoy", she said overfriendly, with a big smile on her face, like it was permanently plastered on there.
"Thank you", he said to the overfriendly woman.
She took a step into the capsule, walking around it, taking in the view from down there. In the corner of her eyes she could see him watching her, a smile present on his face. "You got us a capsule alone?", she asked.
He took a few step towards her, hands still in his jacket pockets. "Is the surprise big enough for you now?"
She walked towards him as well. "It's coming close", she teased him.
"It's hard pleasing you."
"I'm used to gettin' the best."
He pulled his hands out of his pockets and pulled her close, before kissing her on the lips. There was nothing that could describe this moment. She felt so loved, so incredibly loved. The kind of love she never thought she deserved. When she was dating tossers like Artan, who thought loving someone also involved sleeping around, she thought love like that only existed in movies. That is wasn't real.
That was until she met the captain of the Under Five's. Even then she thought she didn't deserved love like this, never imagined he would even look at someone like her. But she was wrong, she was so incredibly wrong.
She looked into his dark eyes, who represented calmness for her. "Thank you for this."
He smiled in a way like they were only meant for her. "You're welcome."
In the background the sun was slowly setting, leaving a soft mixture of yellow, orange and red on the objects it shone on. "I love you", she said, her voice so soft, almost a whisper.
"And I love you." He cupped her face, like he had done last night, like he had done so many times and kissed her on the lips. "You have no idea how much I love you."
"I thought I showed you that last night."
He laughed at her cheeky comment, before he face turned into serious-mode again. Well, at least that was what she called it when all of a sudden he was looking at her in some sort of serious manner. "On our first actual date I said that you couldn't call me boss for the rest of our lives and I meant what I said then. I still mean it."
He paused for a moment, like he was trying to find the right words in this moment. "I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of our lives together." He let go of her face, leaving behind a trace of his unconditional love he just pronounced. He got down on one knee, getting something out of his pocket.
"What the fuck are ya doin'?"
"Molly Dawes, would you do me the great pleasure of marrying me?" He opened the black velvet box, which showed it had locked away a beautiful, shiny engagement ring.
Her hands flew to her mouth, trying to prevent her from screaming in excitement. Tears started to appear in the corner of her eyes, only this time it weren't tears shed in the name of sorrow. They were happy tears. "Are you kiddin' me? I'd love to. Yes!"
He stood up while she launched herself into his arms. She kissed him full on, showing him how happy she was at the moment. Slowly he put the ring on her finger, feeling the cold metal touching her skin.
She knocked on the door of her old house, the house where she grew up. "Mom? Dad?", she yelled, before walking in the hallway, quickly being followed by Charles.
"Molly, baby", her mom said, appearing on the top of the stairs before starting to walk down. She was followed by her father, who also came walking down. Her mother opened her arms and pulled her eldest daughter into a hug. She kissed Molly on the cheeks before she pulled Charles into a hug as well. They all walked to the living room, finding a clean place to sit.
"So, she said yes then, eh?", her father remarked, when he saw the engagement on her finger.
"You knew?"
Her father nodded. "He asked me permission and that, like they did back in the day."
"You what?", she asked, being amazed about the fact that Charles asked permission from her father, of all people!
Her fiancée – it felt weird calling him her fiancée instead of her boyfriend – smiled at her. "Can't exactly elope with you, now can I?", he said, while putting his hand on her knee. "And you should know by now that I do things the old fashioned way."
"Hmm… true", she said, also smiling at him. She kissed him briefly on the lips.
"Oi, might be okay with you two gettin' married, just don't snog in front of me, yeah?"
"Shut the fuck up, dad", she said before pressing another kiss on Charles' lips.
Her mother came walking into the living room, carrying a few mugs of tea and coffee with some biscuits on a tray. She put them down on the coffee table, before she sat next to her daughter. "Come on, Molls. Show me that shiny rock than!"
Her nan stood up from the chair across from the couch Molly sat on, before commenting: "Oh, that's a pretty, shiny one. He's a keeper, sure of that." Molly winked at her fiancée, who simply smiled.
I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. Still amazed by the amount of reviews I'm getting. Those reviews keep me writing, so thank you very much for doing that!
And just one more thing, I don't know if it's even possible to sort of rent a capsule of the London Eye (probably not), but this is fiction, so just imagine that it is possible, haha :)
Anyway, a review is as always very lovely..