I was watching tonight's episode (The 8th of March) and when Carla was talking to Peter this idea just came into my head...so yeah.
Peter opened the box and smiled, looking at the diamond ring that he had just bought. Tonight was the night, everything was going to be perfect, he was making sure of that. He had hired Michelle's help to keep Carla away from the flat until everything was ready, Leanne was having Simon, so there would be no interruptions, just him, and Carla.
"Chelle, I wanna go home!" Carla whined as Michelle pulled her towards the rovers.
"No, you don't." Michelle insisted, looking at the time on her phone, it was half five, Peter had said that she wasn't allowed home until he text her.
"Why don't I? I'm tired and have had a day from hell. I just want to go home and relax." Carla sighed.
"Tough." Michelle said, "Red wine?"
"Make it a large." Carla laughed, sitting herself down at the bar.
Peter stirred the curry before giving it a quick taste. According to the intstructions it needed to be cooked for another half an hour before it would be ready, it was time to get ready now.
He rushed into the bedroom and pulled his suit on. He made sure he looked good before putting some aftershave on and rushing back into the kitchen. He pulled the tablecloth out of the draw and placed it over the table before putting some scented candles in the middle of the table, everything was ready. He pulled out his phone and text Michelle.
"Michelle, I really want to go home now." Carla said seriously, she had been sitting in the rovers for an hour and a half and was starting to get the feeling that Michelle was keeping something from her.
"Oh, come on, one more drink!" Michelle pleaded, before getting a text and quickly replying, "Actually, you can go if you want."
"Huh?" Carla asked.
"I just said you could go didn't I?" Michelle said.
"Yeah, but one minute you're like 'stay, please stay' and the next minute you're like 'go home'!" Carla said.
"Just go, quickly!" Michelle said, practically pushing Carla out of the pub and towards the flat. "Go home!"
"Alright, alright, see you tomorrow." Carla called, before making her way up the stairs. "Sorry I'm late!" She yelled, "I swear, Chelle would not let me leave, I was practic-" Carla stopped mid sentence as she walked into the flat.
Peter smiled at her before pulling a chair out, "Your table awaits."
Carla sat down and smiled, "What have I done to deserve this?"
"For being absolutely amazing and beautiful." Peter said as he placed down a plate infront of Carla.
"Ooh, thank you." Carla smiled, "My favourite."
"I know." Peter said, smiling at Carla as he sat down opposite her.
Peter had enjoyed the meal greatly but he knew the best part was coming up. Carla stood up and stretched, "Wow, that was lush, where did you learn to cook?" She asked.
Peter came up to her and kissed her, "I have my ways." He smiled.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed now." Carla yawned.
"One more thing." Peter said.
"What?" Carla asked.
Peter smiled when he saw the look of shock forming on Carla's face as he got down onto one knee. He pulled the small box out of his pocket and opened the lid, "Carla Connor," He said, "Will you marry me?"
Carla pulled her hand up over her mouth, which was open in a shocked expression. "Oh my god, Peter, wow..."
"So?" Peter asked, "Will you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Carla squealed as Peter picked her up and spun her around.
"I love you Carla." Peter breathed into her ear.
"I love you too." Carla whispered as she placed a kiss on his lips. This was the best day of her life.
So, that's it, just a little oneshot, plz review :) :P