She waited patiently for Charles to come out of the shower. Today was the first day of the rest of his life he had called it but she could tell he was nervous because, well why wouldn't he be?
She gave him the pep talk she knew he needed, because he doubted himself and his abilities but sometimes we all need a little reminder of who we are and what we've been through and how we've come out the other side relatively well functioning humans.
"I made you some lunch. Don't take the piss either it's just a sandwich and some crisps. Maybe even a bar of chocolate. And possibly a babybel. I see you munching them like they're going out of fashion when you think I'm not looking and then you blame Sam for eating them all"
He smirks and is mildly amused by her cheek so early in the morning and despite the crippling nerves, she always finds a way to comfort him, usually with her smart mouth.
A new job. Something he hadn't seen in his future after losing his leg and it felt really fucking good. They had chosen him for his wealth of experience as a Captain. And also because of what he had been through and how he'd come out the other side. They chose him and it was the confidence boost he'd needed.
"Promise you won't over do it?"
He saluted her, old habits die hard and she walked him to the door, absolutely positive that she was more nervous than he was.
"Good luck and knock 'em dead - I love you"
"Thank you. And I love you more! Thank you for the lunch"
She waved him off and couldn't help giving into the tears that had been burning the back of her eyes all morning. He had come so far and achieved his goal of returning to work doing something completely new to him that he had fought so hard both physically and mentally to achieve. He wanted to help other amputees get their lives back after trauma and thats exactly what he was setting off to do and Molly was immensely proud.
She pulled on her own work uniform, a task she was still getting used to herself after they both decided to enjoy an extended career break over the last year. The aim was for him to fully recover and for them both to heal and grow back together, moving forward as one with no fractures. Two equal partners, all mistakes left firmly in the past.
When it had come time to decide what she wanted to do, she had remembered all to well the profound affect Bashira had had on her life after that first tour and decided that helping children from war torn countries was what she wanted to do, and she truly excelled at it.
They enjoyed the new routine, normality once again restored after the stormy years they had faced. Simple thing like coming home to each other, cooking together and sharing a meal were blissful and happy because all they needed was each other.
-OG-
He was animated and happy as he barely stopped for breath, the nerves from this morning had turned to excitement for the future as he told her every details of his first day. There was a sparkle in his eye that had been missing for a long time.
He massaged her tense shoulders, noticing she had been delighted his day had gone so well but we equally stressed and in 'Bridezilla' mode.
"Have you finally finished the table plan?"
She nodded but never took her eyes off the roughly drawn table layout she had been agonising over for weeks "I just feel like too much 2 section in one area is gonna be disaster"
He snorted a laugh "Agreed but let's just keep perspective. It's a much smaller affair than last time and there won't be anybody in attendance who hasn't already been offended by their antics previously"
