This is my first fan fic for Coronation Street. Its a one shot about Carla and Peter, its quite a happy fic. Might consider doing some some more chapters, depends how much people like this one.
Please read and review, let me no what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
It was the second anniversary of the tram crash, a day that from experience was not successful for Peter. Two years ago today he nearly died married a woman who had been having an affair, a woman who never truly understood him. One year ago today he fell of the wagon, got drunk instead of speaking about the friends he had lost, spent the night with a woman who understood everything about him.
A year on however Peter knew as he lay there watching the clock turn 00.01, today would be different. Closing his eyes he breathed in his favourite scent one last time before falling into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning Peter woke up, he pulled her closer to her, if that was possible and kissed her firmly but lovingly on her forehead. He smiled as he opened his eyes and looked down at the most beautiful woman he had seen sleeping happily in his arms. He felt her stir in his arms, sensing she was comfortable again he stroked her hair admiring her. He loved mornings like this, when there was no rush for them to get to work, when they could enjoy each other's company, where they could lay in each other's arms for as long as they wanted.
'Peter.' It was barely a whisper but he heard it, he knew she was awake.
'I'm here love,' He replied with a smile.
'Good.' She followed with kisses up his chest until she found his mouth, her eyes were still closed but she didn't need to look, she knew his body to well by now. It was etched on the inside of her eyelids, like a map.
As she found his mouth they shared a passionate kiss. They both smiled as they pulled apart, looking into each other's eyes.
'I love you Peter Barlow,' She whispered, her voice still husky from sleep.
'I Love you to.' He replied, sealing with a kiss. She lay back on his chest, once comfy she traced circles on his chest. They stayed like that for another half hour until they both felt the need for breakfast.
'Come on, I want breakfast.' She smiled pulling Peter up with her.
'What do you want?' he asked, still lay in bed while he watched her move about the bedroom looking for clothes to wear.
'Let's go out.' She called out, with her head stuck in the wardrobe. 'You once said to me when everyone knew about us we could go to Roy's Rolls and have breakfast. So let's go.' She finished pulling out what she was looking for from the wardrobe.
'I will take you and show you of if that my dear is what you want?' he replied, smiling at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend in her underwear.
'No, we can't go anywhere.' She moaned trying tops on and throwing them at Peter when she didn't like them.
'Why, what's wrong?' He asked as climbing out of bed dodging another top.
'They don't fit, none of them fit.' She cried falling into his arms tears falling down her face.
Pulling her face up to look at him he spoke gently, 'Carla love, your beautiful but maybe now would be the time to buy some new clothes, you are five months pregnant but hey, you look hot in that, I'm sure Roy wouldn't mind.'
'Ok, let's go.' She teased pulling him towards the door still in just her underwear.
He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist he carried her back into the bedroom, standing her in front of the wardrobe again he picked out a top he knew would fit her. 'Put this on, I'm taking you for breakfast then shopping. I'm not having this every morning for the next four months.' He finished with a soft kiss on her neck.
An hour later they were sat fully clothed in Roy's chatting over breakfast. Holding hands over the table they smiled at each other.
'How you holding up?' Carla asked seriously.
'I'm brilliant.' Peter replied pretending not to know what she was talking about. One look though told him to be honest, words weren't always needed. 'I'm better than last year, I haven't thought about having a drink. Honestly, I feel good. Seeing you in your underwear definitely helped.' He whispered the last part making her laugh.
Happy she got a truthful answer she changed the subject.
'Hey.' Came a cheery voice
'Hey 'Chelle. How you doing?'
'Well you know, busy at work while the boss has breakfast.' She teased.
'Well feel free to join us for breakfast, I'm sure the boss won't mind.' Peter replied.
'Are you kidding? Get back to work; someone's got to pay for my shopping trip.' She smiled before motioning for Michelle to sit down.
'Shopping and breakfast out. Carla Connor your one lucky lady.'
'Indeed she is.' Peter joked while Carla just smiled.
Several hours later, Peter was sat outside some changing rooms waiting for Carla to finish trying on whatever it was she was trying on. He had lost interest to be honest. He had never been very interested in clothes shopping, he had hated it with Leanne and Carla was much worse. He should have guessed no one looked as good as her without spending hours looking around shops.
Finally she walked out of the changing rooms, her hands full of coat hangers; she passed a few to the shop assistant and carried the rest to Peter. Smiling she kissed him, 'Clothes fit me, they actually make clothes to fit me.' She told him excitedly.
'Shocking, I mean you are huge, biggest I've seen I think.' He teased taking the clothes from her and going to pay for them.
'Right we need to get going or were going to be late picking Simon up.' Peter spoke after paying for her clothes. Carrying the bags in one hand he took Carla's hand in the other and walked out of the shop. Talking and laughing they walked to Simon's school in time to pick him up.
'Hi Dad, Carla.' Simon greeted them cheerfully.
'Hey mate, what you got there?' Peter replied to his son referring to the piece of paper he was holding carefully in his hand.
'It's, erm… for you… Carla.' He replied looking at the woman who crashed into his life less than a year ago turning it all upside down. Handing her the card nervously he waited for her reaction.
'Thanks Simon.' Carla spoke genuinely touched by the child who she was slowly starting to build a relationship with. She took the card from him turning it over delicately she felt a tear fall down her cheek.
'It's me, you, dad and the baby. Open it.' He asked hopefully.
Opening the card Carla found a small piece of paper which she realised was a ticket to go watch Simon's Christmas play at school. Inside the card read: Carla I'm sorry, you're alright really. Please will you come watch my play, Simon xx.
More tears were flowing down Carla's face now.
'Carla, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.' Simon spoke concerned he had upset her. Peter took the card off her, wondering what could have made her cry.
'No Simon, you haven't upset me.' She finally spoke, crouching down to give the little boy a hug. 'It's beautiful, thank you.'
'No problem, besides you might be able to keep Dad under control; he doesn't have a good track record.' He replied cheekily receiving a tap on the back of his head from his dad.
The three of them walked home talking and laughing, stopping halfway at a park.
'Can we play football for a bit?' Simon asked showing off his best puppy dog eyes whilst taking his football out of his school bag.
'Not now mate, we should probably get home.' Peter replied much to his son's disappointment.
'There's nothing to rush home for, you two play a bit of football. I'll sit and watch.' Carla replied kissing Peter before getting comfy on the bench.
Carla smiled to herself as she watched Peter and Simon run around the field laughing and play fighting. She rubbed her ever growing belly wondering how her life will change when her baby's here. The possibilities filled her head, the dreams she had for the little person growing inside of her and she wondered if all new mums felt like this. She wondered how many of these dreams would come true and how much it would matter to her if they didn't. One thing she was sure of was that she would never treat her child the way her own mother had treated her, her baby would never feel unwanted and unloved. That was a promise she had made to the little being as soon as she had found out about it.
'That kids got far too much energy for me.' Peter spoke as he sat down next to Carla disrupting her thoughts.
'Yer well, you need to get used to it, will be even worse when you've got two to run around after.'
'That's true.' Peter smiled holding her hand which was still resting on her bump. 'But I wouldn't change anything, not even for a second.'
Carla smiled as she leant into Peter's body. 'Neither would I.' she whispered.
Later that night once Simon was in bed Peter and Carla lay in their own bed with their bodies entwined.
'How was today then Mr Barlow?' Carla asked breaking the comfortable silence.
'Perfect, seems like this day gets better and better each year that passes.' He replied kissing her softly on the top of the head.