Buried in the Back Of My Mind
Three or Four Parter.
a.n/ Excuse the Rubbish Title
Set June 2012.
"Carla? Lunch's ready," Peter called to his girlfriend, who had now appeared from their bedroom. He stood in awe of her, still feeling not worthy of the beauty. She was getting ready for Julie and Brian's wedding, and was wearing a short halter neck dress, the colour of the sky as the sun set on a beautiful's Summer's day. Her makeup was impeccable - Peter had expected nothing less from Carla. The pale red of her dress suited perfectly with her subtle makeup, her effortless beauty not needing cosmetics to make her perfect features stand out.
"Wow. You look gorgeous," Peter grinned. Carla's eye for fashion had certainly rubbed off on Peter, his shabby clothes were now replaced with designer suits and labeled clothes. "Not too bad yourself," Carla winked, but secretly admiring his suit, the crisp white shirt and black tie, smart shoes and a lovely smile to go with it all.
"You sure we should have lunch? I mean knowing Brian and his love of food we definitely won't starve," Carla laughed, before touching up her lipgloss.
"Well I've made it now anyways.. But I suppose we could save it for tomorrow," Peter smiled before hearing the house phone ring. Peter made his way over to where the phone lay, picked it up but just as he was going to press the button to accept the call, it stopped ringing. Peter cautiously lifted the receiver to his ear, but all he could hear was the dialing tone.
"Who's that love?" Carla asked, flicking through a magazine.
"Dunno.. I thought it might've been Leanne saying she was gonna pick Simon up from my dad's y'know, but there was no-one on the line," Peter said, confused, though just ignoring the strange phone call.
"Could've been wrong number," Carla said rationally, before walking up to Peter and giving him a soft peck on the cheek.
"C'mon, we best get going," Carla told him, before taking his hand and leading him out of the flat.
As they arrived at the hotel venue, the pair clasped hands tightly, though the whole Street had now accepted the pair as a couple. They made their way over to Brian, giving small smiles to anyone who looked in their direction. "Nervous then, mate?" Peter asked, when they reached the top of the aisle.
"I must say my nerves are kicking in.. Though all I want is to make Julie my wife and then we'll be a proper family when the baby comes." Brian grinned.
As the ceremony started, and Peter and Carla took their seats, Julie walked up the aisle, who was linking arms with Sean, who had offered to give her away. Her bump was visible, and the ivory gown which Julie wore looked lovely.
After the vows had been said, and the marriage sealed with a kiss, Carla and Peter made their way back to Peter's flat. Although there was an after-party, Carla realised that it was probably going to be full of booze, even with Julie pregnant, the temptations were still hard to resist, though she nor Peter hadn't touched a drop in months.
"That was lovely.." Carla smiled, reminiscing about the wedding.
"Yeah it was, Julie looked lovely. They're made for one another, Brian and Julie," Peter smiled.
"Just like me and you, eh?" Carla grinned before enjoying the gentle breeze before the entered their flat, once more. As Carla padded up the stairs after taking her heels off, she entered the flat and a familiar beeping sound filled the room.
'Wonder who that is' Carla though as she picked up the phone and stared blankly at the screen upon seeing the number.
"Who is it, love?" Peter asked as he walked up behind her, peering over her shoulder, not recognizing the number.
Carla ignored Peter for a moment, but also knowing her words tell Peter the answer to his simple question. As she pressed the button to receive the call, she nervously brought the phone up to her ear.
"Hello, Dad."
a.n/ Reviews/Thoughts welcome ;'3
