7th January 2012

Carla woke up to a empty space in the bed next to her. Sighing she rolled over onto his pillow and breathed in the smell of stale ciggarates and aftershave. His smell, Peters smell. Assuming he was in the shower or trying to figure out the coffee maker, (it had been nearly a month and he still hadn't learnt how to use the damn thing) Carla got up and went into into the kitchen. It was Saturday so no rushing to work. Michelle had got a place of her own so there was no need to hide from her and Leanne had gone to visit Toyah in London for a few days and had taken Simon with her so Peter wouldn't have to keep an eye on him as well as the shop. Hearing the shower running Carla made herself a cup coffee and tried to think of what to have for breakfast, since the rape she hadn't been eating properly but for some reason she had been feeling really hungry for the past couple of days. As Carla was pondering she heard the shower stop and saw Peter come out with only a towel covering him.

'Hey beautiful' he said walking up to her and wrapping her and a hug and planting a kiss on top of her head.

'Hiya, have you eaten yet?' Peter lifted her up onto the counter

'No I was waiting for you to get up, I thought I would make pancakes.'

'Pancakes? Really? I haven't had them since I were a kid.'

'I'll tell you what, you go back to bed and I'll make you some pancakes and we'll have breaky in bed.'

'You do know it sounds less romantic when you say breaky?'

'Sorry but seriously go back to bed.'

'No I'm fine and anyway shouldn't you go get changed? If I followed you in there we might never have breakfast.'

'And that's a bad thing?' Peter smiled and then started kissing down Carla's jawline.

'Easy tiger i'm still worn out from last night. Go get changed i'll make you a coffee since you still don't know how to work the machine.'

Peter laughed. 'Yeah well that thing is too advanced for me.' He kissed Carla and then walked into the bedroom.

Within a few minutes Peter returned and Carla gave him his coffee. Peter started making pancakes the smell slowly filling the kitchen. Suddenly Carla felt a wave of nuasea and bolted into the bathroom before throwing up in the toilet. She starting shaking and slid down the wall and rested her head against the cool bathroom tiles, breathing in deeply.

'Carla, are you okay?' Peters conserned voice came through the door. Carla stood up surporting herself on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale and she was still shaking. After rinsing out her mouth and quickly brushing her teeth Carla opened the bathroom door to a worried looking Peter.

'I'm fine love really it's probally nothing.' Carla smiled and kissed Peter's cheek.

'You suddenly throw up for no reason, I don't think it is just nothing.'

'I am fine really Peter stop worrying.' But as soon as Carla walked into the kitchen the same wave of nuasea swept over her. This time though Peter followed her into the bathroom and lifted her up onto the edge of the bath once she had finished throwing up.

'Are you sure that this is still nothing. Have you been feeling weird at all lately?' Peter asked still concerned for Carla.

'Well if I'm honest I have been feeling tired lately and really hungry. Also yesterday Michelle came round for a chat and I was going to drink some wine, and before you ask she only lets me have one glass I swear, but I had a sip and felt sick. I just told Michelle that I was trying to stay off for a while but it was really werid.'

'So you have been tired, hungry and completely off the taste of wine and the smell of pancakes...Okay... Carla don't jump straight to a conclusion but when was your last period?'

'Why were does that come into this..oh...okay...um... about 8 weeks ago...oh no... Peter!

'Love listen this could be to do with the stress your under with the trial and the factory and having to keep us secret you might not be...'

'No don't say it please I can't be...no...god...no...please... I can't be...please Peter I can't be.'

Carla sunk her head into Peter's shoulder and started crying. Peter just sat there and stroked her hair trying to comfort her while one thought whizzed about in his head.

Could Carla really be pregnant?

Carla had only agreed to come out of the bathroom on the condition that all traces of the pancakes had been removed. Once Peter had cleaned up and she had come out and curled up in a ball on the sofa, her eyes still watery. Peter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

'Love everything will be alright.'

'How though Peter? If I am pregnant then the fact we are having an affair will come to light and everything that Frank is saying about me will seem true.'

'We don't even know that you are pregnant, you might just have food posioning or something. The only way to be sure is if you take a pregnacy test.' Peter started stroking Carla's hair which he knew always calmed her down, almost like a young child. After a while Carla spoke quietly.

'Okay i'll take a test.'

Once they had come back from shop Carla pulled the test out the bag and walked into the bathroom. Peter sat down on the sofa and silently prayed that Carla wasn't pregnant, more for her sake then his. If she was pregnant then Peter didn't know what they would do. If they were open then Frank would have some proof against he was saying against Carla, even though they weren't having an affair when he raped her. If they said nothing and waited untill after the trial when Peter was going to tell Leanne anyway then there was a risk that Carla or the baby could get hurt in the month leading up to the trail as the stress that Carla would be under in court wouldn't do either any good. Peter's head was spinning but he knew it must be at least 100 times worse for Carla.

Carla came out of the bathroom with the test tight in her hand, she was shaking slightly. She walked into the kitchen and got the cooking timer and set it to go off in two minutes. She placed it on the counter next to the test and sat next to Peter and clutched his hands in hers and looked into his eyes. He looked into her emerald orbs and smiled at her. She gave a weak smile back, dreading the timer going off.

'Who would think that your life can be changed so much in just two minutes, eh?' Peter said trying to break the tension.

'Yeah, when I was younger I used to see if I could hold my breath for two minutes, never could do it though.' Carla gave him another weak smile. Suddenly the timer went off startling them both.

'Come on.' Peter pulled Carla off the sofa and into the kitchen were she picked up the test. She held it her closed hand before passing it to Peter.

'Please I can't look at it, can you read it for me?'

Peter took the test and turned it over and was faced with a little pink plus.

'Carla...your pregnant.'

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