This is my first ever story for anyone, so sorry if it's bad.

MOIRA'S POV- There it was, lying in my lap, the light brown envelop. The results. Dread evident across everyone's face, until I opened it. He was Cain's baby.

Silence filled the air until Pete spoke up 'Well'

Guilt was increasingly rising in my body as I told him the words that would devastate him 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything until I was certain'. Confusion spread across Cain's face as reality set in. He was the father.

'I'm really sorry I mislead you' All the while anger built up inside Pete as he realised that I only said it was his to survive, if not his mother would've left both me and the baby to die, and I couldn't do that to Adam, not after everything else.

CAIN'S POV-

So I was the dad. After one night of passion, months of unhappiness without each other, and then me finally getting my life back on track with Harriet, I HAD to be the father. As Pete left we were all thinking the same thing, but I never gave a DNA sample, how was she certain? I mean she slept with 2 guys in 2 nights, what's to say she never slept with anymore, but deep down I knew I was the father. I knew I was the last person she slept, she doesn't have the strength to be emotionally attached with anyone else, not after everything that's happened.

I stood there as Moira and Harriet talked about me being there for both Moira and the baby. Harriet convinced that I should be there for them, and Moira being her stubborn self insisting she doesn't need me. I couldn't cope, I left.

HARRIET'S POV-

We were both sitting it the church, both deeply in thought. My mind wondered to Moira and the baby, I have strong feelings towards Cain, I'm falling in love with him, but I know that no matter any of our feelings he should be with Moira, he still loves her and deep down I've always known that. He finally has a chance to be a dad, something he didn't get with Debbie or Kyle when they were babies. I can't hold him back, I have to let him go.

'Maybe we should go away for a while. I have some family in Ireland. You know we won't have a spa, I mean its not exactly why we were going there anyway.'

'You know that's so easy to say yes to'

'Then what's stopping you?'

'Maybe you won't let yourself believe it but you belong with Moira, and your baby, you're letting yesterday get to you, with Pete and what he said about you and your kids. This means more than you than you're letting on'

'Your not listening to me, Moira doesn't even want me anymore' Exactly, he said Moira doesn't want him, not he doesn't want her. They belong together, everyone can see that, they're just too stubborn to give into their feelings, I was never a right match for him, I'm a vicar and he's the local bad boy.

Minutes debating with one another why he should be with Moira, I let him go, we were over.

A FEW WEEKS LATER;

CAIN'S POV- Nursing my nearly empty pint my mind drifted to a few weeks ago, when Harriet broke up with me for the sake of my potential bond with the baby. Why I don't know, I haven't seen or heard from Moira since I put my foot in it after she bailed me out at the police station, and even before then we didn't talk. I was so angry that she could still ruin things without getting involved. I could see a future for me and her, I was finally trying to move on, and the only way to do that was to get hammered.

A FEW HOURS LATER-

MOIRA'S POV- Finally, he's asleep. He's been crying and crying and crying until I finally heard his faint snores. His snores reminds me of his fathers; he should be here, with his son, not out getting drunk or being with someone desperate enough for a one night stand. But he doesn't care, Issac's just over a month old, and not one single moment after the hospital where he's seen his son, he's never even held him.

But I decided I shouldn't dwell on what should be, but to be focused on what it is. I finally had a moments rest, so I decided to sit and have a drink (non-alcoholic of course).

As I sat down on the sofa the door slammed, luckily Issac never woke up, it must of been Faith coming in drunk again, not that that's much of a surprise. However this wasn't the case, it was Cain.

His face was like thunder, obvious that he was drinking, upset almost. When Cain was upset it was hardly likely that anyone could calm him down but still I could try.

I politely greeted him, and asked if when Issac woke up he would like to see him, when he said no my heart sank.

THIRD PERSON POV- Cain stood in the living room whilst Moira was sitting down. He was angry, angry he was alone, angry why Issac was here when they didn't want him yet they lost the baby they did want, not so long ago.

'Why now Moira, huh, why does he have to survive when not so long ago when you were pregnant last time and we actually wanted that one didn't we.'

'I don't know, okay, but that was the card that was dealt and no matter when he was born whether it was a month ago or years ago, he's still your son'

'Yeah, but what if I don't want him to be. I don't want him, not now, not ever.'

'Cain come on, you don't mean that, do you?' Tears were slowly starting to form in her eyes

'Of course I do Moira, he's ruined everything, him being here it's ruined my life when I've only just got it back on track. Sometimes I wished Emma left you both because he wouldn't be here and I'd still be happy with Harriet'

Both stunned with the words just said he stormed out of the house leaving Moira with tears streaming down her cheeks and a screaming baby.