Hello, this is really just a filler part as I wrote it late at night and kinda lost my fic mojo...hope you enjoy anyway
x C
"How the hell am I meant to prove to him that she isn't his when she flamin' is?!" Carla ranted. Michelle and Maria sat down in front of their flapping sister, watching her pace the floor of her flat and at the same time wondering exactly the same as she was.
"I don't know darlin', but you don't need to think about that tonight." Maria told her sister and pulled her down to be sat in between her and Michelle on the sofa.
"She's right, it's late. All we can do tonight is rest and think about all of this in the morning" Peter agreed with the youngest Connor sister, although he knew as well as they did that Carla would be doing everything BUT resting tonight. Even if she laid down and went to bed she wouldn't be sleeping; her mind would be whirring with thoughts and ways of getting out of Franks request.
"Come on, let's have a brew then we'll be off. You'll want to say night to Liam before he goes to bed eh 'Ria?" Michelle reminded her and stood up to head for the kitchen. Maria nodded, Ryan was at home to make sure her son went to bed okay but it wouldn't be the same if she wasn't there to tuck him in.
There was silence for a while. The only thing that could be heard was the kettle bubbling away and Michelle clattering around with mugs and the cutlery drawer.
"This isn't something I can get out of Peter I am going to have to tell him that she is his daughter, then he will want to see her and I won't ever get rid of him! He'll always be here! I can't! I just..." she began to ramble standing up and walking around the room again, Peter hugged her from behind to soothe her. She let out a loud sigh and went to take some of the mugs from Michelle, whose waitressing skills had somewhat decreased since working at Underworld.
"That is not an option. You hear me?" he insisted before picking up his tea and taking a sip.