They strolled around through the small streets of Bath. Christmas light illuminated the tilted pavement on both sides of the road. She hooked her arm into his, while smiling at her surroundings. He was right. Bath was perfect, completely immersed in Christmas decorations, the lights flickering in the same rhythm as the song she currently heard in the background.

After a few minutes of walking, passing many of Bath' beautiful sights like Bath Abbey and the Roman Baths, they finally arrived at the place she had to have lunch. Well, at least that's what the Captain announced last night. He said he made a reservation somewhere in a restaurant in Bath, refusing to reveal its name.

After her second tour, training the Afghan medics, she took the captains invitation and came on the train to Bath. But she only accepted his invitation on one condition; that he would spend New Year's Eve in London. She had planned them spending the evening on the pier, overlooking the great fireworks that was shown at midnight.

"Sally Lunn bun house", she read from the façade of the building. She took in the old looking house –oh, who was she kidding? All the houses looked old here-, which consisted of white window-frames and brown coloured bricks, its colour so different from the mixture of the typical Christmas colours of bright red, green, silver and gold.

"The oldest building of Bath", he said. "They make the best bun's in the world."

She took a few steps forwards, so she could look at the display window. Before her, only a few centimetres of glass between her and the content kept behind it. The display window showed in full confidence the creation of the oldest bread recipe. Well, she assumed that would be the case, since this house was the oldest in Bath.

"The entire world?", she asked, followed by her quirking her eyebrows.

"Yes, the entire world", he said, mimicking the way she said the words.

"And of course you've been everywhere", she said sarcastically.

He shook his head, a smile appearing on his face. "Just take my word for it", he said as a response to her teasing tone. "Stubborn one", he added as she made her way to the entrance, opening its door.

They were welcomed by a cozy and comfortable atmosphere. One of the waitresses guided them towards their reserved table, before handing them the menu. She looked around in this small restaurant, so different from the restaurant he picked for their first date. This was a bit more… informal. Yeah, that's how she thought it was.

"This is proper nice", she said, after they both looked at the menu for a awhile in silence.

"The restaurant?"

"Yeah", she said, nodding her head in agreement to her words. "Not something I thought you would take me."

He put the menu down on the table, slightly taken aback by her honesty, before looking at her, his dark eyes almost piercing through her. "I'm not always posh, you know." He took her free hand, which she rested on the table while she had looked at the menu a few moments ago, covering it with his. "Just had an upbringing like that."

"Well, your gaff does look like a fucking museum", she tried joking about the whole situation. She had a feeling this conversation was going into a direction she really didn't want it to go. "I hate museums", she added to her previous words. "Remind me of school too much."

He didn't let go of her hand, instead he put the menu down and took the other one in his as well. He looked at her in a serious manner, like he always did when he was about to say something significant. "Is this what's been bothering you?" When she looked at him, amazement written all over her face, he explained: "That we are too different?"

She simply shrugged, not wanting to answer his question. That question had been haunting her ever since she went back for a second tour. She had always wondered what he saw in her, what made him love her like he said in the restaurant during their first date. "You're so…", she started. In moments like this, finding the right words to say, seemed difficult and it wasn't like her to swallow her tongue. She always had something to say, snarky responses at the ready for the countless occasions when Two Section was teasing her. And now, now she couldn't find the words to describe the doubt inside of her. "You're just so…", she tried again.

"Different? Posh?", he said, saying the words she couldn't dare herself to say, because they sounded so final to her. That maybe the end was near when it came down to her relationship with this amazing man.

"Yeah", she said, that one words so soft, almost a whisper. "And I'm… Well, anything but."

"They say opposites do attract. That it can work."

"I had that before. Didn't work out so well."

He sat back into his chair, releasing her hands, leaving behind a cold trail and a yearning feeling to be touched again by him. It wasn't that the feeling wasn't there, because it was. But what if that wasn't enough?

He took in the words she had been saying, trying to find the appropriate response to it. After a few moments of silence he asked: "Why haven't you said anything before?"

"Cause", she swallowed. "Because I didn't want this to end. I've never had someone who made me feel like you do. I just don't throw myself into something I already know how it's gonna end." She bit her lips, before adding: "What if we can't overcome our differences and make this work?"

"I don't know, Molly." He took her hand again and kissed it softly. "I want this to work out." He looked at her, vulnerability clearly evident in his eyes.

"Me too", she sighted, but not before adding one of her smiles, trying to make light of this conversation. But soon the smile died down, since this wasn't an obstacle that would go away over night. "What exactly do you see in me?"

"What?"

"What exactly do you like so much about me? Why do you love me so much?" The questions were dead honest, asked in the same manner as back in Afghan when she asked him if loved her. She wanted to know the answer, it had been haunting her, making her doubt every move he made, every word he had written to her.

She must have caught him of guard, since he scratched the back of his head. Something he would do when he didn't know what to do or what to say. "I can't explain how I feel."

He paused for a moment. "Every time you smile, you make me smile too. In Afghan you've made me forget the horridness of the war, forget the mess of the divorce, everything. And when you were laughing at a awful joke from Mansfield, or one of the others, I couldn't help myself but laugh as well."

"You make me a better person", he added.

"I do?"

"Yeah", he said, giving her an encouraging smile. "You make me see life in a different perspective. You make me rethink things, engage my brain. You have no idea what kind of effect you have on me."

Slowly she felt tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She wasn't expecting him so say these things to her. These words made her realise that maybe, maybe deep down, there was still hope that they could work out. She never once understood what he saw in her, she though he only liked the fact that she was different from his ex-wife or his previous girlfriends for that matter. But never once did she imagine that his feelings for her would be so deep, like they were coming right from his soul.

"I never had this before."

"That doesn't mean you don't deserve it."

They both leaned forwards, kissing him firmly on the lips. She ran her hands through his hair, his soft hair. "Thank you", she said, while squeezing his hand with the one he was still holding. "I love you."

"And I love you", he answered.

First of all, thank you very much for the reviews of the last chapters! I have been very busy with school, so I don't have the time to reply to you all. But that doesn't mean they go unnoticed. I really appreciate it :)

This chapter was a bit more "angst" than I usually write (I am really bad at that, I think), but I just had to write this. I imagine that this would be an obstacle they have to overcome to make it work.

And one final thing before I stop the rambling, I have incorporated a restaurant that I visited when I was in Bath this summer. I actually had a Sally Lunn bun (extremely delicious I might add, haha). So I wanted him to take her there, even though it might me a bit out of character for him.

Anyway, I'll stop now. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and a review would be lovely, as always! Thanks for reading it!