I'm super excited about this fic! So this is a little idea I had, Carla and Peter travel down to stay with Zoe and Nick, both couples will face their own problems-will they all be able to pull through? Peter never had the affair with Tina in this and Carla has not lost the baby, she is still pregnant! Please let me know what you think of this chapter, reviews are appreciated SO much as always! Enjoy. xx

"Come on love, we need to get going" Peter pointed out as his wife pottered around their flat applying her trademark lipstick and patent black heels. With one flick of her perfectly highlighted hair and a last minute glance in the mirror Carla met her husband at the door.

"I'm ready baby stop stressing" she smiled, her voice light and carefree. She flicked the lights off and kissed Peter's cheek softly.

"I'll miss this place" she smiled at the four walls of the open living area that she had come to love over the last few years. It was far from the modern interior of her old flat but it was theirs. She couldn't believe she was getting so sentimental over a flat. Carla Barlow didn't do feelings and she certainly didn't do sentimental.

"We've had our fair share of memories here haven't we hey?" Peter whispered into her hair, a light chuckle playing at his lips.

With a slight raise of her eyebrows, Carla replied cheekily.

"Whatever could you mean?" She giggled, pulling her leather jacket on, it was becoming increasingly difficult to squeeze into it with her ever growing bump.

"Oh you know exactly what I mean" Peter grinned at her, locking the door behind them and pushing her against it. He left a trail of kisses down her neck stopping at her collar bone when her arms looped around his neck.

"Why. Do you need reminding?" he finished, smirking up at her as she attempted to do the impossible- resist him.

"Not now baby, we need to get going like you said" she whispered reluctantly. Peter rolled his eyes at his wife's stubbornness and stepped back, a beam evident on his face as he looked the perfect woman before him up and down.

"What?" Carla asked, frowning down at her clothes in case there was anything wrong with her outfit. A puzzled look was etched across her prominent features as she stood against the front door in the full front of her husbands stare.

"Nothing" Peter assured with a smile, he ushered her away from the door and stood behind her. His arms snaked around her waist and rested on her stomach.

"You look incredible Mrs Barlow" he breathed into her ear. Carla tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder.

"No. I think swollen and exhausted" she corrected mirroring his smile as her hands covered his.

"Whatever you say Car" Peter nodded still believing she looked as flawless as she always did even at sixteen weeks pregnant.

"I'm serious I look a mess. Now let's get on the road, baby here's getting restless" Carla ordered. Peter adored how attatched she had recently become to the child growing inside her. If you'd have asked her a year ago whether a child was an option she would have told you to stop being ridiculous. But at that moment in time, there was nothing she wanted more than her devoted husband and their baby.


Nick and Zoe arrived back at their house both laden with bags. They had gone a little overboard with food for Peter and Carla's stay with them. Zoe had wanted everything to be just perfect, Carla was he best friend and she rarely got to see her considering she lived in Weatherfield.

"I really don't know why we got all this food- it's like we're feeding the five thousand" Nick humoured, kicking the door closed and padding over to the kitchen where Zoe stood.

"Stop complaining and help me get all this away" Zoe winked at him, she could get him to anything with that wink and vice versa. As he placed the shipping bags down on the breakfast bar, she took his shoulders and her hands and began to massage them gently, teasing him.

"If you're a really good boy and help me out I'll treat you later" she whispered, her voice full of promise.

"Oh I shall hold you to that one" he chuckled, unpacking the bags before him, whistling as he worked. A few words from Zoe and he was on cloud nine.

"I have no doubt about that" Zoe smirked back, patting his backside lightly as she squeezed past him to return to the car for the rest of the shopping. She turned around just as she reached the door

"Remember Mr Jordan, only really good boys get treats" she emphasised, grinning at him with a very suggestive look written across her face. How Nick loved that look!

He watched intently as her she 'waggled' her bum purposely- she knew exactly what affect she had on him and she was an expert at using it to her advantage.


"How you doing Car?" Peter asked his wife as they drove down to Holby, Carla had her hands protectively covering her bump- her motherly instinct that was always so cleverly hidden was shining through.

"We're doing just fine" Carla smiled back, her eyes glittering as she thought of her baby- their baby.

"I love it when you talk like that" Peter mused, he had never imagined that his wife, the ice queen as she was so commonly known, would become so in love with an unborn child. It really was something quite magical.

"I know you do" Carla stated simply, she let out a small sigh of relief as she noticed the first sign for Holby, the journey was tiring her out and she was buzzing at the thought of seeing Zoe again.

"We're really here baby" Peter nodded, gesturing to the sign that he too had just noticed. They were both more than ready for a new start, away from Weatherfield and away from the past.

"This is it" Carla whispered as Peter pulled off the motorway and onto a smaller road leading to their new adventure.

"Holby, Darling. Holby."

Ok I hope you enjoyed that little beginning chapter please please please leave me a review so I can see your opinions . xx