So in this Robert doesn't already own 20% or whatever amount he owns.

'What are we going to do today, sweetpea?' Carla asks as she carries Eliza through to the living room.

'I've got a suit fitting today but I can rearrange that if you'd rather I stay at home?' Nick says as he puts a couple of slices of bread in the toaster.

'No. We'll be okay, won't we poppet.' She replies smiling down at Eliza.

'We need to go shopping tomorrow though.' She adds and he nods his head.

'Of course. Suit fitting won't take that long. If I get back early enough we can go when I get back.' He suggests and she nods her head.

'Sounds good.' She replies.

'Butter or jam?' He asks placing the toast on the plate in front of him.

'Nutella, please if we have any.' She replies causing him to smile.

'Nutella it is then.' He says turning and grabbing the tub of nutella.

'We're going to need to get Eliza an outfit for the wedding.' She says carrying Eliza over to the sofa.

'I know. Can you believe we're going to have our daughter at our wedding.' He replies smiling. She sits down on the sofa and he brings over the plate of toast.

'Where's yours?' She asks as he places the plate on the coffee table.

'I've had mine. I've got to leave for the fitting now but I'll hopefully be back in the hour and a half maybe.' He replies causing her to smile.

'Okay... Say bye bye daddy, see you soon!' Carla says smiling as she glances down at Eliza.

'Bye, babe.' He replies kissing them both.

'Just you and me now, Eliza...' Carla says as Nick closes the front door behind him.


'I've got an idea...' Carla says as she lays Eliza down on a blanket spread out on the floor and grabs her phone. It's been a little over twenty minutes since Nick left and to say Carla is bored would be an understatement. She scrolls through her contacts until she finds the person she's looking for and dials the number.

'Hello?'

'Hi, Kylie... It's Carla.'

'Oh hi, Carla. How are you doing?'

'I'm good. I was actually phoning to ask a favour.'

'Really? What favour?'

'Have you still got Lily's old pram?'

'Which one?'

'Any suitable from birth.'

'Yeah. I've got the Cosatto one.'

'Could I borrow it? I want to get out the house for a bit and go see Chelle but I've not got a pram to put Eliza in.'

'Of course. I'll pop it over to you.'

'Thanks, Kylie! You're a star.'

'No problem... See you soon.'

'Bye.'

She locks her phone and places it on the coffee table before glancing back down at Eliza.

'Can you stay here while mummy goes to get ready?' Carla says smiling as she taps Eliza's nose. She stands up and quickly makes her way to the bathroom to get washed.


Knock. Knock. Knock.

'That'll be Auntie Kylie... Let's go see.' Carla says smiling as she keeps Eliza cradled in her arms and carries her to the front door.

'Hey... I left the pram downstairs so you didn't have to try get it and Eliza down on your own.' Kylie says smiling as Carla opens the front door.

'Thanks Kylie! I'll get it back to you tomorrow I just need out the house a while and we've not been shopping yet.' Carla replies and Kylie shakes her head.

'Don't be silly. Keep it, it'll come in handy for a spare. I don't see David and I needing to use it again.' Kylie says.

'Anyway, I better be getting back to the salon. Just give me a call if you need anything.' She adds and Carla smiles.

'Thank you.' Carla says. She makes her way back into the flat and places Eliza in her moses basket in the bedroom while she fills her bag with nappies, wipes and anything else she might need while she's out.

'Okay then... Let's get some fresh air.' Carla says lifting Eliza back into her arms.


'Isn't this nice...' Carla says smiling slightly as she pushes the pram down the street towards the Rovers.

'So it's true... Carla Connor popped out a sprog.' A familiar voice says causing Carla to groan.

'Leave it, Tracy.' She replies.

'I could cause your perfect little family to come tumbling down. Do you think Nick would still move to Devon if he knew what a cheating, lying little cow you are.' Tracy says.

'Do you think Nick will sell Robert the Bistro if he doesn't move to Devon. I've got you what you wanted, Tracy. One month and Robert will have the Bistro in his name, one month and I'll be gone for good.' Carla replies.

'And what if that's not enough anymore?' Tracy asks and Carla shrugs her shoulders.

'Not my problem... You told me what you wanted and I got all of them for you. You tell Nick now and you'll lose everything.' Carla replies.

'Maybe I don't really care anymore. Maybe all I really want to do is destroy everything good in your life.' Tracy says.

'Well maybe I'll take my chances but just know by telling Nick you're not only wrecking my life... You're wrecking your own. You won't get your hands on the Bistro. Do you really think Nick will keep Robert on if he knows I slept with him? You'll ruin your own life Tracy. Now if you don't mind I have things to do.' Carla replies turning her attention back to the baby and continuing her walk to the Rovers as Tracy watches from the doorway of number 5.


'What are you doing out and about, Mrs?' Michelle asks as Carla makes her way into the pub.

'I needed some air... Eliza needed some air.' Carla replies smiling.

'Where did you get the pram?' Michelle asks.

'Kylie... We've not been shopping yet and I didn't want to carry her the whole time.' Carla replies.

'Just a little warning... Peter's over there.' Michelle says tilting her head to the side.

'Ugh I do not need another run in with a Barlow. One a day is more than enough.' Carla mumbles.

'Go through the back? I'll bring you a pineapple juice?' Michelle suggests and Carla shakes her head.

'No, it's fine. I'm not going to run away.' She says quietly. She makes her way over to the bar and Michelle automatically gets her a pineapple juice.

'So where is Nick?' She asks and Carla smiles.

'At a suit fitting which reminds me, I have a dress fitting next week.' Carla replies and Michelle nods her head.

'I know. Wedding still on then?' Michelle asks.

'Why wouldn't it be?' Carla says.

'Because you just had a baby. I thought you'd maybe push it back a couple of weeks.' Michelle replies.

'She'll be one month old by then everything will be fine. Plus if we pushed the wedding back then we'd need to push the move back and I just don't want to do that.' Carla says smiling.