Taking Chances

Prologue

The sun reflected a bright orange colour onto the sparkling sea. It was almost as if it was celebrating the wedding day that was to be held across from the harbour, on the beach. It was one of the warmest summers at Swans beach Harbour; well the warmest one in the last ten years.

There was a young woman in her twenties; somewhere in the town preparing for her big day. It should have been one of the most special days in her life, but it was not to be. Her name was Amber Roberts. She had long blond hair and a slim figure. Her eyes were a dazzling shade of blue; like the colour of the sea. She had a tanned complexion and full attractive lips. Amber was all in all, a beautiful woman. She had lived in England at Swans Beach Harbour her whole life. Amber had spent so much time at the beautiful beach, that it held some of her dearest memories. It was where she had taken her first steps as a child. She had her first kiss with childhood sweetheart Nick Benson there. Most important of all; Nick had proposed to her on that very beach. Amber felt it was only right for her to get married on that beach too.

Nick Benson, her future husband was an architect. He had designed many brilliant pieces. He was Amber's soul mate or so she thought. It meant so much to Amber, to have the wedding of her dreams on that beach. Nick agreed as long as Amber was happy so was he. She couldn't wait to begin married life with Nick. Amber had been waiting for her wedding day; almost her entire life. Well at least if felt that way.

Amber glanced in the mirror to take a look at herself in her wedding dress. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She was prepared for this huge step she was about to take. Amber couldn't wait to walk down the aisle and marry the man she loved. It was the thought of everyone staring at her that made her nervous. What if she tripped? Amber hated being the centre of the attention. The wedding didn't matter. It was love that matter to her and finally finding her happily ever after.

She smiled to herself and looked at her small yet visible bump. Amber got caught up in the excitement of her unborn baby. She wondered if it was a boy or a girl. There was a knock at the door. "Come in," she called softly. Her dad came through the door. "You look beautiful," he said. "I can't believe my little girl is getting married," tears were glistening in his eyes.

Amber laughed, "dad, I'm a grown woman now and expecting a baby, believe it or not," she gestured to her bump. She smiled affectionately at her dad, she loved him to pieces. He was the best dad any girl could hope for.

"Well then, shall we," he held out his arm to her.

They were about to open the door, when her mum came flying in shouting, Nick isn't here yet, nobody has seen since last night." Amber turned pale; her hand flew to her mouth. "He wouldn't do this...he...he loves me," she cried.

"It's okay Amber, I'll get him, the car probably broke down," said her dad.

She felt faint, the room started to spin. "I don't feel so..." everything went black. Her dad caught her before she collapsed.

No one found Nick that day, or the day after that. Amber waited and cried herself to sleep every night. She blamed herself, thought it was her fault, that she had done something wrong. Amber was terrified; she was going to have a baby soon. How would she cope? Her baby would never know its daddy. She considered adopting, but couldn't bare the thought of giving her baby up. It would break her heart if she gave him or her away. Amber was a strong woman when she needed to be. She was determined; she would get on with her life and raise her baby on her own.