Falling

Chapter Eighteen

"I got a job." Sarah grinned between shots. Owen turned around to look at her, she was just coming in to load and he already knew it wouldn't be a good shot, she broke her eye focus to catch his eyes. When she looked back to the target he smirked, as she had to completely readjust her aim to try and save her shot. Seventy metres was new for her, especially when she was still trying to build up strength since having Mica, but in the last two months he'd seen the effort she'd been putting in.

Without meaning to, he felt guilty, because it felt like all of the core workouts and early morning runs were because she was still worried about her body. About how she looked. He felt guilty, because he couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't done enough to make her feel like it was okay. He didn't love her for her body fat percentage, or even how beautiful she was, though he sure loved that, he loved who she was, his mental best friend, the way she'd always been.

Sarah was so thankful for the support of Vic and Amelia and even Kyle. All three had stepped up to be babysitters on call, partly sue to Amelia's threats that if Sarah wasn't back up to scratch, that Kyle would be personally to blame. It was all in good fun, they'd really become a family unit, especially Sarah and Vic. Vic had always been like a big sister to Sarah, now it just felt like they didn't need to add in the 'just not by blood,' because it didn't matter.

Vanessa was amazing as well, she was studying and had told Sarah she was ready to step up at any time to look after Mica. She had volunteered that day so that Owen could 'take Sarah to the range,' Vanessa had waggled her eyebrows while saying it. Especially because what Owen actually did was, take Sarah to the range. They were together, but they were still archers, they were still archers who had Nationals in two months, especially since Sarah had decided to shoot up a category.

"What's your job?" Owen asked, he looked down his scope and smirked at the fact that Sarah had still got a seven.

"It's just a babysitting job, but I can take Mica with me, and study if I want to while I'm there, especially since I'm going back to high school in the Fall." Now Owen turned to her with a smile. Sarah began to worry when he detached himself from his bow and rested it on the ground on the v bars.

"Oh no you don't." She warned, as he took a step forward she did the same with her bow, she kept stepping back as he step forward. "Owen." She said in a warning tone as he took yet another step.

"Owen." She screeched as he started to run towards her. She sprinted but he was way faster and grabbed her around the waist and lifted her high in the air.

"You're going back to school." He shouted spinning her around until she couldn't help but laugh.

"Put me down!" She shouted but he didn't listen, he just started to slow a bit, afraid to get dizzy in case he dropped her. When he let her down to the ground he didn't let her go. She turned her head to fix him with a glare, but even when they 'totally hated' each other, they'd both known those glares were fake.

"I hate you." Sarah reminded him, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to intensify the glare.

"You really don't." He corrected, entwining the fingers of one of his hands with her's. Sarah put a lot of effort in to continue glaring at him, but as he smiled at her again it melted off of her face.

"I really do, I really, really do." She reiterated, but even she couldn't put the effort in to believing it. He leaned down to her, until their faces were centimetres apart, he placed his cheek against her's in order to whisper in her ear.

"Are you so sure?" He asked before turning his head to kiss her cheek. Sarah in turn, turned her head and mashed her lips against his. Sarah turned around in his loosened grip and tangled her finger In his dark hair.