A/N Reviews are loved so very much! Bit unlikely but couldn't get it out of my head!

Marry you- Bruno Mars

'Cause it's a beautiful night
We're looking for something dumb to do
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.

Peter appeared from behind Carla, who was sat wrapped in a white, fluffy dressing gown, munching on toast at the kitchen table. He lifted her hair and kissed along her neck, enjoying the moans that escaped her plump, ever-so-kissable lips.

"I got something in the post today" He whispered against her delicate skin.

"Funny that Peter, I get things in the post most days"

"Oh you're a cheeky one Carla Connor" His hands found her waist as she stood up to face him, a dirty grin plastered across her face.

"Mmm but you love it" Her hands were now up around his neck, their breath mingling together in the morning air.

"Too right" He grinned, kissing her fiercely for the first time that day.

"So, you gonna open that then?" Carla quizzed, pointing to the plain white envelope resting on the table, something told her she'd want to know what was inside.

"Why don't you do the honours?" He smiled at her smugly, confirming her earlier thoughts.

"But it's got your name on the front!"

Peter simply shrugged his shoulders in response as he watched Carla tear open the crisp white paper, her face forming a confused frown as she read the contents. He couldn't help but notice the way her nose crinkled up in a childish way when she didn't understand something. Making him want to place a petite kiss right on the tip of it.

Carla mumbled her way through all the jargon of the letter before finally coming to the part she understood "I can now confirm the divorce of Mr Peter Barlow and Ms Leanne Battersby is complete and Official? Peter you never told me you were planning this?"

"Well you love me don't you?"

"Yeah"

"And I love you?"

"Yeah..."

"And we want to spend the rest of our lives together?"

"Yeah but Peter.."

"So then this was the obvious next step." He finished, but continued before Carla had a chance to speak.

"Carla, I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone in me whole damned life"

"I love you to but Peter, are you sure, I mean 100% sure? Because.."

"Carla you're still not getting it love. I'm sure, I'm more than sure. Marry me Carla. Now. Today, right now. Lets get married baby?"

"What Peter, today, now? You can't be serious?"

"Yeah, we'll go to that place in town. You know the one? Course in time we'll do it again, properly I mean. Church and all, but I can't wait that long Car! I've never been more serious. Make me the happiest man in the world? 'Cause I don't wanna wait another day to call you my wife"

"Okay" She chuckled at his shocked face.

"You will?"

"Course I will ya daft sod!" She threw her arms back around his neck as he plastered her in kisses, swirling and twirling her around the flat.

He delighted in being the one to cause the delicious laugh coming from her mouth, as he placed her down on the floor.

"I'm going to find 'Chelle!" She giggled again she picked up the keys and danced out of the door, closing it softly behind her.

Peter stood in his smartest suit, hands clammy with nerves and excitement. He couldn't believe he was standing at the alter about to marry the infamous Carla Connor. Queen of mean. Heart of stone. He laughed at that, Carla was nothing like that. Oh Carla was perfect, inside and out.

He knew deep down that a last minute wedding in a backstreet chapel was way less than she was worth, but he couldn't wait another moment to show her off to the world. He'd make it up to her, big white dress, everything she could dream of. But now, this would do them just fine.

Carla stood at the back of the chapel, wearing Michelle's used wedding dress, her hair curled and placed in an over flowing bun. Her black heels made her look like she was off for a night out rather than a wedding but she didn't care.

The music stared as Carla and Michelle headed down the aisle towards Peter, and when their eyes met they knew, they both knew. This was the one.