"Oh come on Molly, please? Look it's so cute!" Charles held up the little baby grow infront of him and looked at her pleadingly.

"Put it back." She told him sternly. "You're not buying anything just yet, and especially not pink either. What if it's a boy?"

"Then we'll just have to have another one so we have a girl to wear the pink stuff too." He smiled, reluctantly putting it back on the shelf.

She flashed him a half smile, her hand subconsciously resting against her still flat stomach as they walked out of the shop.

"Molly, what's wrong?" He asked, putting an arm around her. She'd been incredibly quiet all morning, something which was a sure sign of trouble when it came to her.

"Can we just go home?" She asked him, her expression pleading. "Please?"

Charles frowned at her a little, this shopping trip had been her idea- she'd been desperate to get out of the house half an hour ago- but he took her hand and led her back in the direction of the car park. Something was obviously bothering her.

"Do you want to stop and get some lunch on the way back?" He asked, as they reached the car park.

She shook her head before he'd even finished the question. "No, just take me home." She dropped his hand and sped up as she spotted the car on the other side of the car park, leaving Charles almost jogging to keep up with her.

"I made you some tea." He said, setting the mug down on the bedside table. She was curled up in a ball on their bed, where she'd been laying for the last hour and a half since they'd got home from their shopping trip. She'd barely said two words to him and if he was honest, he was freaking out a little.

Sitting himself on the edge of the bed next to her, he pushed her hair back off her face so he could actually see her. "You're scaring me now Molly, please just tell me, whatever it is?"

As she opened her eyes and looked at him, he could see she'd been crying. Her red and puffy eyes giving her away instantly. She stuck her hand in to her pillow case, rummaging around as if she was looking for something. When she pulled her hand out a few seconds later, she was holding a tiny white piece of material.

"I ordered this online, just after I found out." She said, dropping it in to his hand. "I was so excited, and I figured I would be home before it got delivered, that it might be a nice way to surprise you with the news."

He silently unfolded it, his heart shattering as he found himself holding a tiny white baby grow, with "I heart my Dad" on the front of it. He suddenly remembered a little package dropping through the letter box addressed to Molly not long after she'd been deployed, and right around the time she'd started avoiding his calls and stopped writing him letters.

He just sat there, thinking about the tiny baby which should've been wearing this. Imagining how happy he would've been to have Molly back and that their little family was going to have another member.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered, the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. "I shouldn't have gone out there, I should've kept our baby safe."

He pulled her so she was sitting upright, putting his arms around her and holding her tightly against his chest, partly to comfort her and also so she couldn't see the tears that were welling in his own eyes.

"I'm scared." She admitted quietly, her breath coming out as a shaky whisper. "What if I can't keep this baby safe either?"

He placed his hand gently over hers, which was resting protectively against her stomach. "Terrible things happen all the time Molly. It doesn't mean it's going to happen again this time. You're not in the middle of a war zone this time, everything's going to be fine." He wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure himself or her. The thought had crossed his mind on more than one occasion since she'd told him. "let's just take things one step at a time."

"What did I do to deserve you?" She mumbled, thinking out loud.

He kissed the top of her head softly. "I could say the same thing."