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
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
“You look beautiful!” Jessica smiled at Cara through the mirror. “Let’s get this on.” She picked up the long ivory coloured dress from the hangar, draping it across the bed. She examined it closely, undoing each button and holding it open for Cara. She stepped into it, pulling the straps over her slender shoulders. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, the deep V that plunged between her breasts, accentuating her bust. The tight corset that squeezed her insides but revealed her curvaceous figure. “Archer’s going to love this, not so sure about taking it off though. These buttons are a bugger!” Jessica squeezed and pulled, the force pinched at Cara’s stomach. “When did you last get this fitted?” “Jess, don’t.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “Oh babe!
*Six Months Later* It had been a quiet plan in the making and Archer was slightly nervous as he drove Cara and Ayla down the quiet streets. Ayla sat in her car seat mumbling and gurgling gibberish as Cara gazed wondrously out of the car window. Bright green bushes reflected emerald light, while dazzling flowers beamed under the intensity of the sunlight. It was early spring, the floral foliage danced in the light breeze and bees bumbled around gleefully. “Why have we come this way?” Cara asked him. They had been visiting Archer’s parents and he had taken this detour purposefully unbeknownst to her. “I want to show you something.” He answered simply, concentrating on the road in front. His sweaty palms gripped the steering wheel as his stomach churned anxiously.
The loud beeps of the monitor penetrated Cara’s eardrums. She winced at each piercing note causing her to open her eyelids. She groaned as her eyes fluttered open, attempting to figure out where she was. Her vision was blurred, grogginess enveloped her heavily and a dull ache radiated down every part of her body. While her body felt heavy and stiff, she could feel her extremities again and she was thankful that she wasn’t paralysed. “Cara.” Archer’s voice whispered to her. He stroked her supple cheeks, waiting for her to come around. He couldn’t hold onto his patience as she awoke, he had been waiting nervously for the last 24 hours for Cara, it had been a difficult time for everyone. He had been terrified of losing her and the baby, he was furious with himself that he was unable to protect them both. When she had told him she was having the baby, he felt physically sick. He had to control his anger and g
Max leaned forward, his teeth shone in her face. His breath was hot and Cara grimaced as she inhaled. He brought the needle to her neck, his other hand still grasped at her throat, firmly blocking her airways. She scratched and clawed, gasping for breaths. Cara had only one other option. She slid the gun out from her side, placing it between her chest and his. “Bottoms up, my love.” He sneered at her. She closed her eyes, she could feel the sharp pierce of the metal on her skin, her finger squeezed the trigger as the cold liquid began to trickle into her veins. A loud bang exploded through the room and Max slumped to the ground. The room fell silent, only the heaving breaths that came from Cara resonated with her. The loud ringing in her ears pierce
Cara awoke suddenly, bright lights impaired her vision and a foreboding headache had formed across her frontal lobe. She felt groggy, her throat was dry and the searing pain that radiated up her spine was incapacitating her by the minute. She turned her head, blinking heavily and groaning as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Everything was still blurry, she could feel the open cut on her forehead, it stung in the cold air, making Cara wince. Cara tried to wipe her head, but her arms were instantaneously yanked back by restraints. “Not so fast.” Max taunted her with a smirk. The sudden realisation of what was happening shook her and she became more alert.She pulled and tugged but her restraints remained fi
The corridors blurred into one as Cara ran as fast as her feet would take her. The blood seeped down her leg and she clutched her stomach protectively. She needed to get out of the building, but on each turn of the corner, she found herself more confused than the last time. The excruciating pain gripped her spine, it felt like it was almost breaking but the adrenaline that coursed through her veins refused to let her stop moving. She needed to get to safety; she needed to find Agent Carter. Everything had happened so fast, one minute she was waiting for Agent Carter to return and the next she woke up on the top floor of the building. She was now wandering aimlessly across the seventh floor, unsure of how she got there and dazed and disoriented by her surroundings. *One Hour Earlier*
The rain was attacking from all sides unforgivingly as Cara walked the path. Almost like the puddles had a mind of their own, the droplets bounced up from the pavement, spraying around her feet and up her skirt. Her umbrella fought the wind valiantly but by the time she had reached the door to her work, it was a broken mess of material, wire and water. Her skirt and shoes were drenched and she silently cursed herself for not bringing spare clothes with her. It was strangely quiet in the building today, the deep echoes of Cara’s footsteps resonated through the corridors. Normally there would hustle and bustle around the labs, general chit chat about weekends and events. The only sounds were the wet pads of her feet slapping against the tiled floor below her. The lab was in her sight and she welcomed the warmth that she would receive from entering her office. S
The crisp coastal breeze felt refreshing as it circled their bodies. Cara didn’t mind the shiver it instilled in her, Archer’s arms around her was enough to settle the chill. They had sat for a while, mostly in silence and listening to the soft breeze and crash of the waves as they lapped on the shore. It was a break from the chaos around them, the months had been difficult and Cara inwardly hoped that things would settle down; get easier in a way. Archer was evidently excited as the due date neared, while Cara held onto the slice of anxiety that simmered beneath her skin. She still held onto the worry that would course through her veins at night, wondering what the next problem would be and how Archer would react. It can’t have been easy for him, she knew as much. Meeting your biological mother after decades of absences would cause you to harbour resentment but he had worked through it. The news of
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