** Trigger Warning**
This chapter contains scenes of abuse and violence. Please read at your own discretion.
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Archer’s weak form was no longer motionless, he was creaking and groaning with effort as he tried to sit up on the bed.
“You’re awake!” Cara clutched his body, wrapping her arms around him. Archer groaned under her weight causing her to jump back. Tears were welling in her eyes, happiness drowned her at the sight of Archer awake. Her heart lurched in her chest, wanting all but to jump into his arms. She reached over pressing the buzzer to alert the nurse's station. She cupped Archer’s face in her hand, smiling down at him as tears fell.
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Archer awoke to the sound of commotion outside of his hospital room. Much to his reluctance, he had been ordered to stay in the hospital for final observations before being discharged. Archer focused on the conversation being held outside his room, Cara was standing on the other side of his room window with her father and his doctor. He couldn’t make out the discussion being had, but the look on Cara’s face worried him. She turned her head through the window, catching Archer’s gaze. Within moments, she was entering the room, plastering what he could tell to be a fake smile. “What was that about?” Archer asked, placing a soft kiss on Cara’s hand before pulling her towards him. “Dad wants you to stay but the doctor said you want to leave?” She nuzzled her face into Archer’s neck, wrapping her arms around his chest as she lay down next to him.
“No, no, no.” Cara paced her bedroom, her hand rubbing her forehead. “Cara?” Jessica caught her by the arm. “What’s wrong?” Cara stopped still in her tracks. “I missed it.” “Missed what?” Jessica’s brows knitted together in confusion. “My period.” Cara collapsed onto her bed, her face buried in the pillow. Jessica stood shell shocked, her mouth wide open. She didn’t know how to react, it was never something either had thought about and Jessica felt stupid. She was usually the one with the words of wisdom. Snapping out of her spinning thoughts she sat down next to Cara. “Have you got a test?” Cara shook her head that was still buried in the pillow. “Right, let’s finish packing and we can pick up one on the way.” Jes
Johnson sat opposite Archer on the sofa, his jaw had not closed since hearing the news. Cara had left for work, after a weekend of more or less silence between her and Archer she was glad to get out of the apartment. Besides the usual pleasantries, the discussion of Cara’s pregnancy had not been revisited. “So how are you both feeling about it?” Johnson finally asked him, taking a sip of his hot mug of coffee. “I don’t know mate, I’m still in shock. It’s not something I wanted, I’ll tell you that much.” He scoffed lightly. “And what about Cara?” Archer stared blankly back at Johnson. Over the whole weekend, he hadn’t asked Cara how she was feeling about the pregnancy. He knew it was out of the question to ask her whether she wanted to keep it but he hadn’t been there for her when he should have been.
Cara awoke to the sound of humming and the smell of bacon and coffee. Pulling herself out of bed, she followed the smell into the kitchen. Archer was flipping pancakes in a pan, wearing only a pair of jogging bottoms that hung low against his hips. He was humming along to a song on the radio whilst Diesel sat patiently beside him, waiting for food to drop. Cara leaned against the doorway, watching as Archer slipped the dog a slice of bacon. “Don’t tell your mum.” He whispered to the dog who wagged his tail in response. “She already knows.” Cara chuckled from the doorway. “You’re up!” Archer turned to face her, spatula in hand and a towel slung over his shoulder. A knee-weakening smile made its way to Archer’s lips as his eyes travelled her body. She was wearing one of his t-shirts that stopped just sh
Cara had made it to work just in time for her meeting. Sitting in a stuffy little conference room in the centre building was the last thing she wanted. After the overwhelming orgasms, she had that morning, she hadn’t wanted to leave Archer’s bed. She would have quite happily allowed him to hear her pleasurable moans all day as he suggested. She smiled to herself as she sat distantly listening to their monthly meeting. As it drew to a close, her phone buzzed in her coat pocket. She opened the message from Archer. ‘I can’t wait for you to come home.’ The words had her squirming on the spot. Home. She needed to sort out her current living situation. She couldn’t live in her flat anymore but she and Archer hadn’t discussed living arrangements yet. ‘Home?’ She responded, hoping that would draw out a response.
“What do you mean you can’t let me go to work tomorrow?” “Cara! Look at the news! Someone has broken into your work. Again!” Archer’s voice began to get louder. “If you were kidnapped again I would never forgive myself!” “This isn’t about you Archer!” Cara all but shouted, jumping off Archer’s lap. Frustration ran through her. Her hormones were already beginning to take effect and the realisation that normality would not be resuming anytime soon was making her even more emotional. “No, it’s about you and keeping you safe. And now, our baby!” Archer pointed at Cara’s stomach. “You can’t seriously be pissed about not going to work.” “No, but I would have liked to have the chance to make that decision.” She spoke
“I assume you know why you’re here?” The second man asked her expectantly. “Not quite,” Cara answered in an almost whisper. “My name is Detective Graeme and this is Agent Carter.” The first man motioned to his colleague who was taking a seat opposite Cara. “Can you confirm your job title for us, Miss Jones?” Agent Carter asked, flicking through a file in front of him. “I’m erm... the head of my department in Biochemistry,” Cara spoke nervously. “And...you worked on the Trypanosomiasis Vaccine?” Agent Carter turned another page. “That’s correct.” “With...err... Mr Charlesto
Archer was rubbing his hands together nervously, the sweat-soaked his palms. The waiting room was almost empty with only a few elderly people seated at the far end of the room. Cara placed her hand over Archer’s fists that were now red raw. Archer stilled under her touch, his honey-coloured orbs meeting her blue ones. “Sorry, I’m just nervous.” Archer smiled lightly. “Me too,” Cara whispered and returned the smile. “Cara Jones,” A female doctor appeared in the doorway with a clipboard in hand. Archer stood up immediately, pulling Cara by the hand eagerly. The pair entered the tiny room. A hospital bed was positioned in the far corner with a curtain tucked on either side, the smell of disinfectant wafted around Cara who was trying to maintain composure and not h