Chapter 3

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Archer was petrified. He had never felt so afraid in his life: shit, what if something happened to his son? He had a lot of enemies, who would not be afraid to use his own blood against if he was killed,beaten,or taken away?

How was he going to provide for him? Smuggling wasn't stable enough. Sure, it earned lots of money. But he had ironically paid a heavy price for it, and was always looking over his shoulder wherever he went. Archer reached the realisation he was going to actually have to get a legal job, which he had never had aside from the army ( and even that was pushing the boundaries' of legality).He had some bad memories of things he had done in the army, which would never be considered legal.

How could Maddy trust him? He couldn't even trust himself…

He mulled this over, whilst smoking a packet of cigarettes. It was around 5PM, and his son was due to be arriving around picture and the letters were still gently squeezed into his hands, as his heart refused to let go of them: both mentally and physically.

What would his son be like? Would he be rude and obnoxious like himself? Archer hoped that he would be more like Maddy, caring but unafraid. Wonderful, mesmerising, and so strong…Everything that he was not. Sure he acted tough, like he had no heart.

But the truth was, Archer did have a heart. He had just forgotten how to use it, for a very long time.

Her piercing eyes shot back into his vision, as he remembered…

You should get on that plane.

He remembered the pain in her eyes that he had beard witness to, and he knew then that she felt the same as he did. That she loved him, despite knowing all his flaws. That he had found someone he could finally care about.

So should you.

He wished he had got on that plane now, but what was the point in crying over spilt milk? It wasn't going to change what had happened.

Face it Archer, his mind spoke. She's gone, and she ain't ever coming back.

It hurt though. So much. He could feel the tears leaking into his eyes, as he slumped onto the floor, clutching the picture still.

"Maddy…"he choked out, hoarsely. The tears came fast, and his body shuddered with each sob.

"I'm sorry Maddy…so sorry…" he whispered. Who would have thought it, the day Danny Archer said Sorry?

Time passed slowly that afternoon for Archer.

Archer awoke abruptly at 7PM, and realised that he had no food in the house. The kid would be hungry when he got here, ja? He thought to himself. Sighing, he realised he would have to relive his worst past time, shopping.

Archer sighed, as he made his way around the local supermarket, what do 3 year olds even eat? He wondered. It had been a long time since he was realisation hit that he was running out of time, and he decided to just opt for a take-out instead.

His nerves were racking, as he made his way to the airport. Archer never bothered to get a car, so he was walking: it wasn't far anyway. He took another cigarette to calm his nerves, and ran his hand through his hair, as he shuffled into the airport, waiting in a corner, leaning against a wall, behind all the others waiting for family and friends off the flights.

Archer couldn't help but wonder what that was like: to feel so loved that people were willing to wait for you as you came home. He never got that love from anyone, except Maddy.

No Archer, Don't think about her now. Too much pain.

His thoughts were interrupted by an Air hostess.
"Mister Archer?" she asked, nervously.

"Ja?"

"We have your son 's just waiting with some of the air crew, if you'd like to follow me."

"Ja, Ja."

The women walked swiftly through the crowds, and Archer trailed behind. She turned every so often, checking he was still there. Why did he get the feeling she didn't trust him? He tutted, quite loudly, gaining her attention.

"Mister Archer, if you do not want your son, we can send him right back to America."

"What? I never said I didn't want him," Archer's voice was rising, and he felt an angry pulse begin to beat.

"Well, you gave off that impression."

Archer couldn't be doing with this. He went right up to her face, and spoke quietly, but firmly.

"Listen, my darlin'.I don't care what you think, what impression I give off, or what all these other people think. I am this boy's Father, and I refuse to send him back. This is Africa, and this is his home. You got that?"

She nodded, silently. The rest of the walk was completed quickly.

A door swung open, where a couple of air hostesses and pilots were seated behind a desk. They too had an assortment of documents in front of them.

What was it with Americans and documents? He sighed, expressing this thought.

Archer didn't care though: because right in front of him, with his dirty blonde hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes, was his son.

So I know there isn't much action in this chapter, and it mostly just Archer's thoughts and stuff :p But the next one will be better, I promise, haha! Hope you enjoyed.

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