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
It was late morning, the bedroom was bathed in dim light as the autumnal sky snaked its way through the windows. Cara awoke to the sensation of kicking, her baby girl was awake and hungry. “Alright, little one.” She whispered, giggling as she rubbed her bump. She rolled out of bed, picking up Archer’s t-shirt from the floor. His alluring scent still lingered on it and she threw it over her head, inhaling the aftershave and revelling in it. She headed to the kitchen, locating the ice cream from the freezer. She grabbed a spoon and took a position on the sofa. A spoonful of ice cream entered her mouth, the soft vanilla mixed with lumps of cookie dough melted on her tongue. Cara closed her eyes and a moan escaped her. The baby’s kicks ceased and Cara fell back against the sofa.
Johnson carried Cara out of the car, Jessica’s quick thinking to call them and notify them meant the doctors were already waiting for her, prepared with a wheelchair. Jessica rushed into the emergency room, following closely behind Cara. As Johnson watched them both being escorted inside he exhaled loudly. He knew exactly where Archer would be, his safe haven when things got too much for him. It was somewhere they both visited.He pulled out of the parking bay, his foot down on the accelerator as he joined the motorway. After everything that Cara and Archer had been through together, they deserved to be happy. He didn’t know what had happened, but clearly, Archer had taken the news of his mum's death hard and he couldn't blame him. He had only just got her back in his life and all too soon she was taken from him. He was worried for his best friend and even more worried for Cara; he only hoped t
Cara let out a loud giggle as Archer cocooned her in the duvet cover. “I’m not going to break.” She squirmed, trying to pull her arms free. “I know,” he kissed her on the nose. “But I am not taking that chance.” He winked at her before closing in on her lips. The past week had been draining on both of them and Cara wanted nothing more than to be in Archer’s arms, revelling in each other’s company. Cara had been discharged from the hospital a day after being admitted once the doctors had confirmed that she had a case of Braxton Hicks. Archer had been metaphorically wrapping her in cotton wool ever since they had arrived home. Worry had embedded itself under his skin, scared of what he could have lost. He was constantly running around, making sure Cara had everything she needed whil
“I don’t want to go,” Archer whined at Cara. He was holding her in his arms beside his car, saying goodbye before he headed back to HQ. He held onto the sweet smell of her hair, the soft touch of her skin. Memorising everything about her. “I don't want you to go, but you have to.” She replied, leaning into his lips. “I’ll call you when I get to camp.” Archer kissed Cara’s soft lips. “Ok.” “And tomorrow.” “Ok.” “And…” Zach! I’ll keep my phone on me.” She chuckled at him. After a week of torturous rest, she was glad to be able to get back to work. She needed to keep herself busy, she needed to help Aubrey deliver the p
The autumn weather had set in, leaves whipped and wove around the trunks of their trees. Branches swayed and swerved through the wind as it assaulted everything in its path. Cara clutched onto Archer’s arm while they followed the path to the Church of All Saints. She gazed up at the strong, stoic man beside her, it filled her with pride that he had remained determined to hold his composure. They had silently got ready that morning, she had opted for a loose fitting black dress and flat shoes, her movement was restricted enough without having to fight the constant battle of tight clothing. He was dressed in an all black suit with a silver tie over his white shirt. His tattooed hands peeked from his sleeves and wrapped around Cara’s slender fingers. She offered him a feeble smile which he returned. The deep emotions of sadness were evident as they entered the church, the organ played in the background