Cara stumbled backwards. She could feel the colour drain from her face, there was no mistaking what she heard.
Her hand fumbled behind her, reaching for the door and swiping her ID card clumsily. The beeping of the door opening alerted whoever was in the room ahead.
“Hello?” The voice behind the door called.
Cara tiptoed backwards, slowly closing the door behind her. Her heart was beating fast, threatening to burst out of her chest. She heaved breaths as she ran to the bathroom slamming her back against the door. Cold sweat ran down her neck. She closed her eyes, steadying her breathing. The faint sensation of the walls being too close to her caused her to slide down the door. The loud thumping of her heart resonated in her ears, her surroundings were blurred and she couldn’t focus. Cara pursed her lips as
Archer lay awake, watching Cara sleeping peacefully in his arms. The gentle rise and fall of her chest and the little puffs of air from her lips on every exhale. It was the little things that reminded him that he had everything he could ask for. He carefully peeled the sheets away from his body, making his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Floorboards creaked under his bare feet as he entered the living room and he turned to find Diesel was standing at the front door. “Diesel?” He stalked up to him, bending down to stroke him. “It’s too early for a walk.” He ruffled his fur, “come on, bed.” Diesel remained at his station, eyes focused on the door. He let a growl leave his lips and Archer stood up abruptly. He placed an ear against the door but couldn’t hear anything. Double checking the locks on the door, he then glanced through the inte
** Trigger warning** This chapter contains scenes of violence. Please read at your own discretion. ______________________________________________________ “I love you so much.” Archer groaned into her lips. Cara returned the feverish kiss, “I love you too. Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked, biting her lip gently. She stared down at the beautiful ring sitting on her finger, it fit perfectly and the diamonds glistened in her eyes. “More than anything.” Archer held her hand, not wanting to let go as he sat across from her. “When did you get this?” She spoke in awe. “My father, Elliot. He gave it to me the
It had been two days since the attack, Archer was beginning to get worried about Cara. She had closed herself off, eating minimal food and not speaking a word.“Please Cara,” Archer urged, clutching her hands as he knelt down on the floor in front of her. “You need to eat something. If not for me, for our baby.” Cara nodded, the only response she had given him over the last few days.Archer smiled weakly, planting a kiss on her forehead and making his way to the kitchen.Cara was once again tormented by her nightmares and Archer being there wasn’t easing them like it once did. She had sat in front of the TV, uninterested and with a blank expression since Saturday. She would wrap herself around Archer’s strong arms and close her eyes, trying to remove the memory of what
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