What about us?

10

Charles thought carefully before speaking. This was the last thing he needed with a fuzzy head and a throbbing leg.

He considered his words, after all it had been his fucked up head and his words that had got him into this mess.

"Lane, you know I'm fond of you. And thanks to Elvis, you will always be special to me but.."

She stopped him "But you love your wife? I get it, and I'm happy for you. I just had to know for sure, and so did Molly. You deserve the world and I know Molly will give it to you. I just hope you sort yourself out Charlie. For your girls if not yourself"

It wasn't tense between them much to his surprise. He'd half expected her to clump him one, after all he'd been the instigator of this situation. "Should have known it was the fever talking" she said sadly. He sighed "It wasn't. At the time I meant it, I don't know if that helps or not but I need you to understand how ill I was.. how ill I am, in here" he pointed to his head "It's ruined everything. Not just me and Molly but you and Molly, Me and you and the friendship we had. Elvis would have my guts" she laughed "I think Elvis would be happy wherever he is, if we.. you know. He trusted you with his life. But it's not what you want and I will have to learn to live with that"

She climbed to her feet "Take care of yourself and that bloody leg, no more injuries okay. I think it's best that we go our separate ways, for good this time" he nodded "You'll be okay without him won't you?"

She smiled at him sadly "Yeah.. I think I will. And so will you" she held his gaze for just a moment too long. Until the tears that burned managed to sneak out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. "I love you, you know that don't you?"
He nodded, Dumbfounded by the mess he had created and shocked at Georgie's revelation that Molly was willing to let him choose between her and another women, that she was willing to suffer more heartache to ensure his happiness. She was selfless even after everything he'd done.

Georgie waited for him to fight for her before realising he wasn't hers to take. "Bye Charlie. Good luck"

His heart constricted as he watched the last piece of Elvis walk away from him but he'd found the clarity he needed. It had only ever been about Elvis.

-OG-

Molly had always dreamt of a room of her own growing up. With the pretty, girly things like one of them jewellery boxes with the ballerina inside and a dressing table of her own that she didn't have to share that had everyone else's shit thrown all over it. It was the little things in life that didn't really matter now that she was grown up that we're important to her as she looked around their unborn daughters nursery.

She gazed proudly at the room she had spent hours painting and sitting crossed leg on the floor painstakingly fighting with flat pack furniture to make sure they'd be ready when baby decided it was time to make her entrance.

She had taken a step back from Charles despite the fact that the thought of life without him hurt her heart. It needed to be his decision, she wouldn't play second best to Georgie Lane ever again. Whatever the outcome, she and her baby would be fine. They'd manage, actually they would more than manage. She would give her child all the things she never had. Stability and love and security, with or without Charles.

She gazed and stroked at her bump in the mirror "Ready when you are baby girl"

His arm slipped around her, his large hand settling on her big belly. "Charles?" She jumped "Uh huh" he whispered.

"What you doing here? Shouldn't you be.."

He cut her off "At Home - I should be at home.. with you. Please say I can come home?"