Leanne stood anxiously waiting on the platform at Manchester Victoria train station. Surely they'd be here by now? It was going to be perfect, just like how it used to be. Leanne, Peter and Simon would once again be the perfect little family they once were only this time, no Carla. Leanne hated Carla, the man-stealing whore. Carla had everything she could ever want, why would she want Peter? That's right, because he didn't belong to her; Carla the super bitch only wants things that she can't have. Strutting around with her jet black her blowing perfectly in the wind, her designer clothes, driving around in her flash car to and from the underwear factory which she solely owned. Time was ticking. The train wasn't going to wait for them, would Leanne? Five minutes before the train left and no Peter or Simon in sight. Would she get on it and leave them behind or simply catch another one. It wasn't simple, nothing ever was. Simon was her son. Granted he wasn't flesh and blood, nor she did she give birth to him but she raised him, taught him right from wrong and he called her mum. Whenever she thought of Simon, Leanne's heart flipped over. Such an amazing little, innocent boy who didn't deserve this. He didn't ask for the shouting, the screaming, the arguing… It would be far better for him if he and his dad went with Leanne to start a new life in the Lake District away from all that, and lets not get started on the drink! At least Leanne wasn't a fellow alcoholic, she kept in straight. Peter was strongest when he was with Leanne. With Carla, he's just one big drunken mess.

Four minutes to go.

'Peter, wait…' Leanne heard a familiar voice coming from the main entrance. It wasn't a voice she particularly liked, but it was a voice she knew very well. The voice of Carla Connor. Carla sounded desperate, as though something had happened. Thinking of Simon, she ran to where the noise was coming from.

'No way, Carla. You've gone too far this time'. What had Carla what was so bad? Leanne panicked. Crazy thoughts ran through her mind as she picked up her pace. Had Carla hit Simon? Maybe she was drunk and he wasn't doing as he was told so she lost her temper with him. No, Carla wouldn't do that, would she? Peter carried on walking towards the platform with Carla desperately trying to catch up but he just walked faster.

'I'm sorry, I never meant to-'

'MUM!' The second Simon clapped eyed on Leanne he set himself free from his fathers grip and ran as fast as he could to her with the biggest smile on his face. Leanne held out her arms and gave him the biggest hug she could.

'You never meant to, what? Get caught? Mess with me all you want but you DO NOT mess with my son'. Peter was fuming with Carla. What is this the end for them? Carla didn't think so. She had no idea why they were at a train station or what was going on. Peter hadn't planned on telling her, he had hoped to slip away, but Sally Webster clocked him getting in a taxi with a bag and alerted Carla immediately,

'No, I swear I didn't mean for him to get hurt. It will never happen again I swear'. Tears filled Carla's eyes as Peter, Leanne and Simon finally boarded the train. Carla realised what was going on. Now she was more desperate than ever. She didn't care about her make-up or what people might think of her, she allowed herself to be the hysterical, desperate person she was.

'Damn right it wont'. Come on son, let's find somewhere to sit'. Leanne stood staring at Carla who in a moment of madness stepped on to the train and chased after Peter once again. People stared but Carla couldn't care less. She was going to fight for her man and she didn't care what it took.

'Can I sit near a window, dad?' Simon asked excitedly. He was going to miss his Grandma Deidre and Granddad Ken loads but this is what he's wanted for so long, his mum and dad back together and happy.

'Of course you can, son' Simon and Peter sat down on the other side of the carriage. Where they were sat had a table so Simon took off his bag and pulled out an activity book. Carla followed them and stood next to Peter almost breathing on to him.

'You listen to me Peter Barlow. You know I love you and I love Simon-'

'I hate you'

'Who wouldn't?' Carla tried her hardest to sympathise with Simon. Being so young, it was natural for him to see her has the wicked, evil woman who not only stole his dad, but took him away from his mum.

'Simon…' Like Carla, Peter, to a certain degree, empathised with Simon but still did not feel it was right him speaking to Carla the way he did.

'Don't throw water on her dad, she'll melt'

'That's why I don't drink it.'

'No, you drink wine all the time and get drunk like my dad and make him poorly'.

'Which I am very, very sorry for'.

'No you're not, you let me get drunk which is why dad hates you'.

'That's enough Simon!'

'Come on Peter, Please. I'll do anything. I love you. I love you more than anything and I want us to be together, I want us to move on, get married and-'

'And what?' Peter expected her stop there. What else could they do after getting married? Marriage is the biggest commitment you can make to someone.

'I want us to start a family'. Carla took a deep breathe and thought about what she was saying. Did she mean it? There are many words to describe Carla Connor but maternal is not of them.

'What?' Peter stood up in shock. Could he really believe what he had just heard? Nothing at all about babies had been mentioned. Getting married, yes but babies? This was a little too much for Peter. He couldn't deny he was madly in love with Carla but starting a family? That's major.

'I'm serious, Peter'. Carla looked Peter right in the eyes, he knew she wasn't bluffing. The train was leaving in two minutes exactly and he didn't know what to do. His world had been turned upside down. He couldn't handle it. 'Please, let's just get off the train, go home and talk about this'. Unknown to them, Leanne was stood by the carriage doorway listening to every word. It was heartbreaking to witness what was going on, but she couldn't deny it. Carla and Peter were madly in love and although it meant once again throwing away her dreams, they were meant to be.

'Go Peter'

'What?' Peter couldn't believe his ears. Leanne of all people was telling to him to go with Carla, the woman he'd had an affair with whilst with Leanne and later dumped her for.

'Just go, but let Simon come with me'. Peter's heart stopped beating. The pressure mounted up once again and was a hundred times harder. He had to choose between his son and his girlfriend. It should have been so easy but it wasn't. Why was it so difficult? Any decent father would choose his son, tell their girlfriend to do one and go and start a new life.

'Please dad, please. Let me stay with mum'. Simon put down his pencils and stood on the chair. The excitement and desperation in his eyes told Peter al that he needed to know.

'Cone on then'. It was the hardest decision he ever had to make and it made him feel like the worlds worst father. Simon on the other hand couldn't have been happier. He immediately jumped up and gave Peter the biggest hug he could give.

'Thank you dad, I love you'. He whispered in Peter's ear before Carla took his hand and made her way to the doors.

'Take care of him, yeah?' Peter said to Leanne with his eyes blurred and puffy ad they passed, holding out his hand.

'I will'. Leanne said reassuringly, shaking Peters hand and giving him a reassuring smile.

A second after they stepped off the train, it began to pull away. Peter wept his son's face through the window faded into the distance. Leanne stood behind Simon, holding him tightly as he waved goodbye to his dad. Peter stood frozen on the platform, tears running down his face as Carla stroked his arm, trying to comfort him. Could she comfort him? He had just said goodbye to his son. A son he loved more than anything or anyone in the world. As the train disappeared, Peter couldn't help but wonder if that was the final goodbye/