"Right I'm heading off. Are you sure that you're okay with Simon?" Peter said as he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack. "Will you stop mithering, we're absolutely fine. Aren't we Si?" Carla said as Simon had set up the PS3 that Carla had from when her and Paul used to have Ryan over. "Yeah we'll be fine Dad. I'll be good I promise." Simon said as Carla urged Peter to go.

"I might pop out with Simon at some point but well you've got my mobile number so give me a call when you're ready to talk." Carla said as Peter nodded.

"Thanks for this Carla, and I'm sorry that it must be getting in the way of you been at the factory." Peter said as Carla shook her head. "Don't be silly. That place can run fine without me, besides Michelle and Hayley are there, it'll be running fine." Carla said as she smiled gently at him.

"No Mrs Connor again then?" Sean asked as Michelle came out to inspect the factory floor, clipboard in hand. "No, she's got things on."

"Busy comforting a certain grief-stricken new dad!" Beth said with a smirk as she quietened following a deathly glare from Michelle. "I think that was uncalled for Beth, and Mrs Connor is helping a friend when he's having a hard time." Michelle said, sure she might be a little annoyed that Carla seemed to have abandoned her role as boss she wouldn't have the likes of Beth badmouthing her. "She's right Beth, Mrs Connor's only helping out a friend. Besides she was like Leanne's best friend." Fiz argued in defence of Carla. Beth rolled her eyes but decided it would be wise to stay quiet. "Hayley could you make me a coffee please." Michelle said as she turned on her heel heading back to the office where the irritating ringing of the phone echoed.

"So Simon, what shall we do today then?" Carla said as she put a light knit cardigan over her top.

"I don't mind Carla. Can I see Megan today?" Simon asked as Carla shrugged.

"It's up to your Dad really, I think he needs to be there if we go, they won't just let me in I don't think." Carla said as Simon frowned a little. "Oh, but she'll be lonely if no-one goes to see her today." Simon said as Carla sighed and perched on the arm of the couch. "Well we'll see your Dad wants to later but he might be really sad later on as he's talking about Leanne's funeral." She said as Simon looked down.

"I bet Leanne would be hating that everyone's sad. She said she didn't like it when people were upset." Simon said as Carla nodded. "No, but it's okay for you to be sad Simon, you loved Leanne a lot and she adored you. She used to talk about you all the time, and she was so excited to see what you were going to be like as a big brother." Carla said gently as she looked at the tears welling in Simon's eyes.

"Hey I've just had a thought. How about I take you to a tour round Manchester City's Ground? I think you can go round and see the Premiership trophy." Carla suggested. Admittedly it wasn't her idea of a great day out but she knew Simon liked Man City because she'd smiled seeing him running around the street in his City Shirt, reminding her of how much Liam had adored his football team. "Could we?"

"Of course. Let me just check my phone and see how much it costs and what times they do them." Carla said as she got out her mobile to check.

"Peter come through." Karl said from where he was cleaning glasses at the bar of the Rover's. "Do you want a dri…" He trailed off as Peter gave him a weak smile.

"It's alright, I'll have a orange juice thanks." Peter said as he headed through to the back where Stella was sat at the dining table with Gloria. "Hiya love." Stella said gently as she put down her mug of tea, Gloria looking at some catalogues. A man in a suit sat in the easy chair. "This is Jacob Wickham he's from the funeral directors." Gloria said as Peter sat down on a dining chair. "I'm sorry for your loss sir." the representative from the funeral directors said. "Look I don't know the full financial side of things, I mean me and Lea, we both had life insurance policies bu..but I don't know what we'll get." Peter said as he saw Stella looking at floral wreath arrangements. "Look we'll help towards the cost, I missed out the things I should have been there for, her birthdays, when she passed her driving test so the least I can do is be there for her now." Stella said. Peter looked down and nodded though he slightly resented the fact that things were been taken out of his hands. After all true Leanne was Stella's daughter but she was his wife.

"Right there's a tour starting at 11:30 and I can park there so if we set off now we can get there for that one." Carla said as she grabbed her handbag and her coat. Simon hurriedly put his trainers on and grabbed his jacket. "I like your Car, Carla. It's better than dads." Simon said as Carla smiled at the little boy. "It's a good job your Dad left your booster seat in my car hmm."

"I wish I didn't need it. It's babyish." Simon frowned.

"Well I think you look very grown up in it. So have you been to the City stadium before?" Carla asked as she turned on the stereo. "No, Dad said he'd take me some time but that was before well…" Simon looked down as he tugged at the zip on his jacket. "It's okay love. You sure that you want to go? It's okay if you don't." Carla said not wanting to rush Simon into doing anything if all he wanted was to stay at the apartment and play computer games. "I do. I want to go." Simon said as Carla nodded heading off in the car towards the Etihad Stadium.

"I think she should be buried, me and her Granddad were Catholics and she could be buried at Our Lady Of Hope Church. Her Great-Grandmother's buried there." Gloria said as Peter sipped his orange juice listening to Stella and more often Gloria whitter on about what they thought would be apt for Leanne. "…and I want a horse-drawn carriage to bring the coffin through the street so people can pay their respects." Gloria said as the man from the funeral home took down notes of her wishes. Peter hated this, he knew it wasn't what Leanne would have wanted, she'd have wanted simple things. "She didn't want to be buried you know, she wanted to be cremated." He snapped finally having had enough of Gloria making the whole thing sound like a circus. Stella put her glass of water down and looked at Peter. "What?"

"You two, you're not even thinking of what she might have wanted all your doing is deciding what you want for her." He said angrily as angry tears rose in his eyes "You're busy turning what should be a celebration of the beautiful young woman Leanne was into some freak show, something that should be on the likes of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding!" Peter shouted as he swiped at the glass off the table making the poor man from the funeral directors jump. "She's not even Catholic so why the hell would she want to be buried in a Catholic church!" He said, his voice choked with tears.

"Peter please!" Stella said in a soft voice.

"I'm sorry but she'd have hated this. She'd have wanted a few people saying something nice about her, some songs she liked not hymns and she wouldn't have wanted it to turn into some hideous over the top thing." Peter said.

"She's only trying to help Peter." Stella argued as Peter snorted derisively.

"Helping, she's not even listening to what I know Leanne would have wanted." He said angrily as Gloria merely rolled her eyes at his outburst. "Oh because you often sat down and chatted about that did you? What a fun couple lets discuss funeral arrangements tonight." Gloria shot.

"Well I did almost die a few years ago, so yeah I did think about stuff like that!" Peter said getting up from his chair. He'd had enough of this already, if it wasn't bad enough that he was having to plan his wife's funeral he was practically been rail-roaded into having some tacky ceremony that Leanne would have detested. "Oh that's right you storm off mate, look for the nearest watering hole that'll help!" Gloria yelled like a fishwife as Peter fled from the backroom unable to sit there having his suggestions shot-down.

Michelle looked up as a flustered Hayley knocked on the office door with a somewhat apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry Miss Connor but Mr Foster is here stating he wants to speak with Mrs Connor about an issue with some of the materials he chose for the Sleep Tight Range."

"Well tell him that she's not here at the moment." Michelle said a little snappy at Hayley. "Sorry it's not your fault. You can send him through if you want."

"He was adamant he wanted to speak to Carla." Hayley stated.

"Well he'll have to deal with me since Carla's decided that playing bloody Mary Poppins is more important than her livelihood." Michelle said clearly a little irate at been left to run the place. Hayley nodded and headed over to where Frank Foster was stood to inform him that Carla would not be in work today. Somehow she sensed that Mr Foster wasn't so interested in discussing materials but more in trying to worm his way into Mrs Connor's life. Something about him made him wary though and she winced a little at the look on his face as she approached him with an apologetic look on her face.

Peter fiddled with his phone as he padded along the streets. He had simply ran as fast as he could from the Rover's after listening to the shambles that Stella and Gloria were planning for his Leanne's funeral. It wasn't going to be some trashy event if he had any say in the matter. But right now it was as if any idea he came up with was been shot down in favour of some gaudy, over the top idea. He knew that he couldn't go to the hospital and see Megan whilst he was in such a state but he couldn't face going to his Dad's to be questioned endlessly on why he was in a mood, and the flat where he and Leanne had lived was out of the question. Carla had in fairness given him a key to the apartment but he felt like he would be out of place there if she wasn't around and well he couldn't face Simon when he was angry and upset. He stopped momentarily and surveyed his surroundings, his chocolate eyes focusing on a sign above a building nearby 'The Speckled Hen'. He shook his head in despair at the fact he desperately wanted some alcohol in his system, to numb the pain he felt at the loss of his wife, the mother of his newborn daughter. Heading towards the wooden door of the pub he told himself he'd just get an orange juice.

"This is amazing!" Simon said as they followed the tour guide around the Etihad stadium. Carla smiled slightly glad that even such a small thing could bring a smile to his little face when he had gone through such a traumatic few days. "I'm glad you're having a good time. So who's your favourite player then?" Carla asked as she followed him down the steps towards the Home Dressing Room. "Aguero. He's amazing!" Simon enthused as Carla smiled. "Who's your favourite?" He asked.

"I'm not really into football sweetheart." Carla said as she paused momentarily to look at a team photo of the current City squad. "Though some of the players aren't half bad." She mused as she looked at some of the toned physiques. "You should watch it, it's good." Simon said as she smiled at the little boy.