Cara was curled up in Archer’s arms, the Notebook was playing on the TV. They had spent most of the week in the same position, watching films whilst Cara ate her hormones. She glanced up at Archer as the scene on screen unfolded. Ali and Noah were fighting, reminding Cara of her and Archer’s relationship at the beginning. They had watched the film several times since being together and despite Archer’s armoured and inked exterior, he had the softest heart.
She gazed up at him, his eyelashes twitching under his sleeping eyes. Cara reached up, tracing his freshly shaved jawline. They would never be like Ali and Noah, Archer was everything to her. She wouldn’t need to choose between him and someone else, it wasn’t even a thought that crossed her mind. Their first weekend together had solidified any doubts she had about Rich. She needed someone like Archer; someone who could be both vulnerable
The rain whipped and lashed at the window, the pelting sound of the raindrops bouncing off of the glass resonated in the apartment. It was late evening and Cara’s family had finally left. After the impromptu visit by Cara’s family and the scuffle between Archer and Matthew, Cara had managed to discuss the engagement and the recent revelation of a baby girl. It had been an eventful day and Cara was ready for a nap. Her eyelids were growing heavier as she sat watching the TV with Diesel between her legs. Archer had already made himself comfortable on the sofa and Cara was eyeing up the opportunity to wedge herself between him and the cushions. She crawled over to him, Archer’s eyes were closed but she sensed he was not asleep. “I thought you would come crawling sooner or later.” He smirked with his eyes
“Angel, I don’t think it will go up.” “It has to!” Cara cried, sucking in her breath as tears fell down her face in frustration. Archer had been trying to do the zip up on the back of Cara’s dress for ten minutes and it still wasn’t budging. Cara was six months pregnant and it was showing well. But at the same time, none of her clothes would fit her swelling frame. They were already ten minutes late and Cara’s current meltdown was only adding to her stress. “I’m fat!” Cara held her head in her hands as she slumped on the bed. Archer’s heart sank, she was anything but fat. She was glowing and beautiful and her pregnancy had only increased her desirability; she was perfect to him. He bent down to his knees in front of her, wiping stray tears as they fell. “You ar
It was late afternoon and everyone was beginning to leave the baby shower. Jessica had pulled out all the stops, showering Cara and Archer with gifts, both funny and useful. By the end of the gift giving, they had an assortment of baby grows, cute outfits and even a mini soldier’s uniform. Various toys and an ultra-safe car seat. They were both unsure whether they would be able to transport all the gifts back but Johnson had assured that he would help. Johnson was helping Archer pack the boot of his car with the wild assortment of presents while Cara and Jessica both sat on the bench in the car park. “So how are things with Johnson?” Cara asked. It was no secret that Jessica and Johnson had become a lot closer and things were progressing well between them. But Cara knew too well of Jessica’s expectations, no one would ever live up to them
Cara lay in Archer’s arms, stroking his light stubble with her fingers. Their limbs were intertwined and wrapped up with the covers. It was late in the morning and Archer had finally relented on pleasuring Cara numerous times before he was sated himself. Their night of nightmares had turned into those of passions and love as they explored each other’s bodies over and over again. Cara’s body ached, both by the activities and her large bump that was getting in the way more and more as each day passed. “Zach?” She whispered, hoping he was awake. “Hmm…” He groaned, nuzzling into her hair. “We need to get up.” She chuckled as he huffed and refused to move. “But it’s Sunday.” He whined but the sound was muffled by Cara’s hair. She paused for a moment, taking
It had been a month since Archer and Grace had rekindled their relationship somewhat. While he was grateful for Cara giving him the opportunity, he wasn’t going to disillusion himself with what could be. Grace was ill, terminally and it was only a matter of time before Archer would have to scratch open the healed wound and say goodbye to his mother once again. He had spent the month getting to know Grace. In between work and Cara, he had spent his weekends with his mother. While she was still fighting her way through her sickness Archer was by her side, their conversations were endless. After her husband had died, she left with a suitcase and got on the first plane out of the UK. She had told him about her adventures around the world and how she had collected postcards from each country. She would write ‘Dear Zach,’ on each one but had kept them a
The familiar smells of the disinfected waiting room surrounded Cara as she waited to be called through. Archer was clutching her hand, twitching nervously as his thoughts ran wild. These places always made him nervous and he was unable to control it. Archer was still plagued by worry; everything felt like it was too good to be true. Cara meant everything to him and their baby girl was a blessing in disguise. Yet all at once, his thoughts took him to a deep dark place. A place where they could be ripped away from him at any moment. His inner demons tormented him; conflicting him with hope and anxiety. “Everything’s going to be okay,” Cara reassured him, stroking her fingers across the inked rose on Archer’s hand. “It’s just a scan.” Just as she spoke, the doctor pulled her door open and called the pair in. Cara lay down on the hospital bed, her almost se
It had been two days since Grace had been admitted to the hospital. Archer had been contacted by the doctor to explain that there was a minor infection that her body was unable to fight alone. She was on heavy antibiotics but the next few days were critical and she was to be intensely monitored to see how she progressed. Archer had returned to work, leaving Cara and Diesel alone in the flat. He was still struggling to come to terms with the inevitable, not willing to accept it. Conversations between Cara and Archer were few and far between, besides the few words exchanged in small talk. Archer still hadn’t apologised for his outburst but Cara refused to hold it against him. He was going through something and she knew she had to be patient and let him talk to her when he was ready. Cara stalked slowly into work, the we
The week went by quick enough for the weekend to be in Cara’s sights. It was Friday and the clock was almost at five. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered around, excited to see her fiancé yet dreading any conversations that they were going to have. Archer had distanced himself from her, putting a blockade up and refusing to talk to her. Even general conversation had dulled down and she began to wonder if this was what their relationship would become. She hated herself for thinking it, but the anxiety that crawled up her spine and settled in her brain wouldn’t leave. It had manifested throughout the week, each beat of heart only increased the worry. She kept reminding herself that Archer had changed, he wasn’t anything like his father or Rich. But her inner demons would sneak up on her and destroy any hope or idea that she had of him. Cara saw Archer’s car parked up as she reached the a