It was a Saturday morning, Saturday 5th June, bright and early. All of the lights were lit at underworld, production must have been going well. Only it wasn't, and things had been steady for a while at the factory. The odd big contract came and went.
"Carla love? What on earth are you doing here... today?" A stunned Peter asked after letting himself into her office. He watched as she lifted her head up from the work she was doing, moving a piece of her long chestnut hair from her face. "Oh, your up early? I just thought I'd get some work done. I presumed you would want a lie in." She shrugged in response to his question. "Carla..." he sighed walking towards the desk, sitting on it as he lifted her chin up. "We can't pretend to ignore today, I know you might want to. I've been thinking about her since I woke up." Peter said softly in reference to their little girl. Their beautiful baby that Carla had lost five years ago today. "Peter, I... I just have some work to get on with." Carla told him, ignoring what he had just said. That's how she dealt with things, she bottled everything up and pretended like it wasn't happening. "I know you've been crying." He whispered not taking his eyes off her. "I doubt you'll believe me if I tell you I'm just tired?" She sighed, giving it a long pause. "I've been thinking about her too. What she would have been like, half of me and half of you." Carla smiled ever so slightly at the thought of hers and Peter's baby.
Peter stood up, he lifted Carla from her chair sitting down with her on his lap. "I think she would have been so beautiful, especially if she got her looks from her mum." Peter smiled. "You' didn't have to run away this morning and come here, you should have woken me up." He said stroking Carla's upper arm whilst he spoke. Carla exhaled "I'm sorry, I just wanted to focus my mind on something else." She said. "Do you know she would have been almost five by now, I wonder if she would have had your cheeky personality." Carla added. Peter just laughed "Would it have been a good thing if she did have my personality then eh?" He asked her. "Absolutely, although I know she would have probably been a daddy's girl. I bet you any money she would have had you wrapped around her little finger." Carla smirked relaxing into Peter resting her head in the crease of his neck.
"Carla..." he whispered.
"Peter?" She nodded.
"Do you think... do you think that maybe one day we will have kids of our own? Well I mean it doesn't have to be kids? Just the one will do? Something we have made from love..." Peter rambled on a little.
Carla raised an eyebrow at him slightly, listening carefully to what he said. "Is that you trying to say you want us to have kids?" She questioned him, wanting a more clear idea of what he was saying. Nodding he bit his lip. "I'm sorry? I shouldn't have brought that up, not today." He apologised bringing her close to his body as he held her. "No... I think your right, we've never spoke about having kids in the future. It's something we should have discussed isn't it?" Carla asked him. "It's okay, you don't want kids. I understand that." Peter told her, judging from what she was saying he got that idea. "No. Your wrong. I want to be a mum? Neither of us are getting any younger. When do you want to start trying?" She smiled.
Peter moved a little. He sat himself upright in the chair. "Are you serious?" He said with a huge smile on his face. "We wouldn't forget her you know? Another baby wouldn't replace her. I just, I'd love to see you become a mum." Peter said softly, kissing Carla gently on the lips.