First of all I'd just like to say I'm so sorry, I totally forgot about updating the last couple of parts of this story. If I leave it any longer than a week before the next one feel free to remind me!
Sorry it's taken so long, hopefully you'll enjoy!
6 months later
"Molly!" Charles called breathlessly as he came crashing through the front door. "I'm back, what's wrong?"
He'd been in the supermarket when he'd got her text, which had momentarily caused his heart to stop.
He let out a sigh of relief as Molly appeared in the doorway to the kitchen looking confused. "Nothing's wrong. Why do you look like you've just run a marathon? Getting unfit in your old age captain?" She teased.
"When I got your text I just assumed..."
"The worst?" She finished his sentence as he stepped closer. "If I'd known you were going to come racing back from the supermarket like a mad man I never would've sent the text. Now you're going to have to drive all the way back there to get my ice cream!" She laughed, shaking her head. Trust Charles to assume the worst.
He rolled his eyes, slipping off his shoes and jacket before walking across to her. "Surely you can manage to go one night without ice cream?" He knew what the answer was going to be before he'd even asked the question.
"No way!" She smacked his arm jokingly. "You promised me ice cream and I expect you to keep that promise!"
Charles rolled his eyes at her. "You really are a pain in the ass Molly Dawes!" He sighed dramatically, stepping past her and going in to the kitchen to put the kettle on.
"Ditto." She laughed, going to sit at the table.
She watched him as he took the mugs out of the cupboard and made them a drink each, playing with the hem of her tshirt nervously. A few minutes later Charles sat down opposite her, watching her curiously.
"So then... Now that I've broken every speed limit possible and I'm back here- what was it you needed to tell me so urgently?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
Molly's cheeks flushed bright pink, she hadn't thought he'd come rushing straight home as soon as he'd got her message. "Sorry. I probably should've worded that a little better."
Charles laughed quietly. "Come on the Dawes, spit it out. The suspense is killing me here!"
Molly looked up at him. "I'm pregnant." She said eventually, finally finding the ability to speak. Now she'd said the words out loud it was finally beginning to feel real.
"What?" Charles spluttered, nearly choking on his coffee.
"I'm pregnant Charles. You heard me the first time!" She laughed.
"But... How?" He said quietly, causing her to laugh even more.
"Do you really need me to explain the mechanics to you?" She asked, raiding an eyebrow.
He shook his head, waiting for his brain to digest what he'd just heard. "Are you sure?" He asked when his mouth eventually started working again.
She nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Positive. I took four tests."
Charles felt his face breaking out in a huge grin. "We're having a baby." He said, more o himself than Molly.
"We're having a baby." She repeated with a smile. "You know what this means though."
Charles frowned at her in confusion.
"You definitely owe me a massive tub of ice cream. Eating for two over here you know!" She laughed.
"Yes ma'am!" He laughed, jumping up from the table with a mock salute.