'What's the matter, poppet? Are those horrible teeth bothering you again?' Carla says gently bouncing Ottilie on her hip as she paces around the living room.

'Why don't we see if we can FaceTime daddy, him? Shall we do that?' She suggests making her way over to the kitchen counter and grabbing her phone. She sits down on the sofa and gently bounces Ottilie on her knees as she tries to FaceTime Nick.

'Hi.' Carla says smiling as Nick's face appears on the screen.

'Hey, how's things?' Nick asks.

'Things are okay. I'm back in Weatherfield for Christmas and little monkey is teething so she's a bit grumpy.'

'Oh dear... I was thinking about coming to Devon to see you both for Christmas. I really don't want to miss Ottie's first Christmas.'

'You could come to Weatherfield? I know it's not the same as Devon but I know Ottie would love having you here, I would too.'

'I don't know if I can face everyone just yet, if I can face Leanne and Steve.'

'You don't have to come to Weatherfield. Ottie and I can come to wherever you decide to go.'

'I can't ask you to leave your family at Christmas just because I don't want to face my own.'

'You're Ottie's Dad; regardless of what happened between us you're family, Nick. I want you to see Ottie and I'd love nothing more than for you to see her at Christmas.'

'I'll double check my work schedule and let you know.'

'Okay, that's fine. How's Canada?'

'Canada is alright. I think it's exactly what I needed.'

'That's good. I met your mum when I first got here.'

'You did? What did she say?'

'She threatened to take me to court to fight for custody.'

'I'll speak to her. No one will be going to court and even if she tried it she'll never win. You're a great mother and you know I'd never let her take Ottie from you.'

'I know. I meant what I said Nick if you don't want to come to Weatherfield go somewhere else and we'll come to you.'

'I'll see.'

'What are we going to do today, poppet?' Carla says as she makes her way out onto the street with Ottilie balanced on her hip.

'Look what the cat dragged back.' A voice says and Carla rolls her eyes as she turns around.

'Tracy, stop!' Peter replies.

'Oh and she's brought a sprog with her.' Tracy says causing Carla to sigh.

'Why don't you leave my daughter out of it. I don't really give a damn about you, Tracy. I don't care what your issue is with me so why don't you just leave me to it and I'll leave you to it.' Carla replies adjusting Ottilie on her hip.

'My dad was wondering if you pop in to see him when you've got time? He said he'd love to see you and meet the little one.' Peter says as Tracy walks away from them.

'I can definitely do that. I'll probably pop by tomorrow because this one is a bit of a grump because she's teething.' She replies gently bouncing the little one.

'I can't get over how much she looks like you.' He says.

'My mini me, aren't you?' She says smiling as she kisses the top of Ottilie's head.

'What are you two up to today?' He asks.

'We're just going to pop over to the factory to see grandad, aren't we? Then we're going for some retail therapy.' She replies smiling.

'Well I'll let you get off... Have a nice day.' He says.

'You too.' She replies.

'Say grandad, I'm here.' Carla says smiling as she makes her way into the factory with Ottilie in her arms; it's lunch time so all the machinists are away for lunch.

'Dada...' Ottilie babbles and tears fill Carla's eyes.

'You'll see dada soon, I promise.' Carla almost whispers as she leans against the wall and attempts to pull herself together.