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She tried hard not to think of him. She really did. Dean was amazing, the perfect boyfriend, and she did love him. She loved him so much. And then there was Peter. No matter how hard she wanted to push him out of her head, he got further in. For so long, he had been all she had ever wanted, she'd risked the outcome of her trial for him, because her love for him was so deep rooted. And he'd let her down.
'Car?' Dean said, sitting beside her.
'Yeah, sorry, my minds all over the place' Carla said smiling.
'Hormones will do that to you, want a cuddle?' he said, Henry asleep in his arms.
'No, he looks comfy with you' Carla said.
'Remember we're going to Mam's tomorrow' Dean said, he was planning on proposing at the family dinner, and had every confidence Carla would accept.
'Oh yeah.. I haven't forgotten' Carla said.
'Just checking' Dean said kissing her cheek and looking at her adoringly.
'I might pop out love, got a slight headache coming on and I really want to shift it' Carla said standing up and reaching for her cardigan.
'Okay love, don't be too long eh' Dean said as Carla nodded.
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She didn't know what or where she was going. Her head was so full of unbearable crap. She felt angry at Peter for springing this upon her. Just when she had her life sorted out, or at least she thought, he comes along and tells her he loves he, tells he wants to be with her.
She finds herself sitting on a bench in the same park they always used to stroll together in, away from prying eyes.
She wants for nothing than to be engulfed in his arms, kissed by his lips, caressed by his hands. Why does this situation fucking reek of déjà vu.
Frank. A year or so ago, she was in the same position, well kind of. Hopelessly in love with Peter, heart aching for his affections, and engaged to a man she didn't love. Thing was, this time she was with a man she adored and who she did love. But she wasn't sure whether her love for Dean would ever match her love for Peter, it had always been there, abandoned at the bottom of her heart, but never forgotten. And he had come, and like a child stirred up all the sunken love she held for him, making it almost impossible to ignore. Her heard was now pumping this love aggressively through her veins, forcing her to acknowledge it...
