Peter and Carla stormed into their house, slamming the front door with a bang. Their previous argument hung in the air, atmosphere thick and heavy. Carla was glad Simon wasn't around as she fumbled with her shoe straps, ignoring her husband's words.

'Oh for God sake Carla, what the fuck is your problem?"

"My problem, oh nothing love I'm just dandy me, eh why don't we pop to the Rovers for a drink with ya ex? How about that baby?"

"Oh so that is what this is about, I knew it. God dammit Carla''

''What do you want me to say Peter? You've made it pretty obvious, once a cheat, always a cheat. A leopard never changes it's spots, in't that what they say?''

''You're the most infuriating woman I have ever met Carla Connor''

''SCREW YOU" Carla threw her shoe at Peter, just missing his head as it bounced off the wall and fell against the floor with a thump.

''You're mental, you know that? Tell me what you want Carla, I'm not some kind of mind reader! I can't keep doing this!"

''Doing what Peter? This? Hmm? Me and you? Well you know where the door is, Christ you've used it enough"

'"Don't push me Carla"

''Oh there's the Peter everyone knows n hates. Running away when things get tough are ya?

''Is that what you want?"

''Don't turn this on me Peter. I'm not the one shagging me ex am I?"

Carla fumbled around with her handbag, finding the bottle she was looking for, she poured herself a class of wine, slamming the bottle down loudly as she did.

''Car you aren't going to drink that are you?" Peter sighed, his voice softening slightly.

"D'you want me to?"

"Course not!"

''Then yes" Without looking to meet Peter's gaze, Carla finished the glass in one go, not stopping for breath. Peter swore under his breath then reached for the bottle, pouring the remaining liquid down the sink, watching as it swirled down the plug hole.

''What the hell are ya doing?" Carla shouted, her voice high with emotion.

"You don't need it Carla, Fucking hell for once in your life listen to me!"

"Go! Go Peter, I don't want you here. LEAVE!" He kicked the counter in anger, picking up his coat he left the house without a word. Carla stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door shut with a fierce shove. She sighed loudly as her head fell back against the door. If there was one thing she hated most, it was arguing with Peter.

Moments later and both Carla and Peter opened the doors which they had stood behind, guilty looks adorning both their faces. Carla ran towards Peter who picked her up in his arms, tightly holding her close.

''I'm so sorry baby'' Carla whispered

''Me too, I'm not sleeping with Leanne, Car. Why would I when I've got you as my wife?''

''I know, I just get scared sometimes, I think about loosing you and it scares the hell out of me Peter''

''Well don't think about it. You won't loose me baby, I'm here to stay''

''I hate arguing with you''

''Really, cos you're damned good at it ya know. And the hot make up sex is you at ya best baby'' Peter smirked

''You're a cheeky bugger Peter Barlow'' Carla swatted his gently then let her head fall back against his chest.

''I love you wifey'' He whispered

''I love you too. But you ever call me that again and I'll be filing for a divorce quicker than you can say 'Carla Barlow''' Peter laughed softly into her hair, before placing a kiss against her raven locks and resting his head against hers.