This chapter is a bit shorten than the rest so sorry about that but there's a huge chapter to come next, so that will be up within the next few days hopefully. For those requesting M-Rated scenes, I'be never tried that sort of thing and can't say I would be any good at it, but I might try it if that's what people want. hooe you enjoy this chapter and thank you for all the reviews on this so far. Please keep the reviews coming and let me know what you think.

The next morning, Michelle woke up to the sound of Carla's voice telling her to get up,

"Chelle, it's nearly 11 o'clock, here, I've made you a coffee"

"Ughh my head's banging" Michelle moaned, sitting up and taking the mug from Carla.

"Take these" Carla said, handing her some paracetamol

"Thanks, how long have you been up?"

"About twenty minutes"

Michelle yawned and picked up her phone noticing she had a few missed calls from Steve.

"Steve will be wondering where I am, I was meant to be working today"

"Lucky you, having to spend the morning in a pub, as if your hangover wasn't bad enough"

"I know, tell me about it. What you doing today?"

"I was going to go into work this morning but I've had a phone Hayley and tell her I didn't feel well. I've got Peter and Simon coming round for dinner later, I said I'd cook"

Michelle nearly spat out her coffee, trying not to laugh. "You cooking?! Are you serious?!"

"Yeah, I don't know why I suggested that actually, we all know I can't cook"

"You'll need to warn them they're at risk of food poisoning"

"I'm not that bad" Carla said,

"Carla the last time you tried to make soup you burned it"

"Yeah true that, actually I am that bad" Carla laughed, wondering what she had got herself in for.

"There must be some recipes online or something, have a look at them"

"Chelle let's be honest, the only thing I'll be looking at is a takeaway menu. Simon likes pizza, I could just order one and pretend I made it"

"Yeah, just as long as you hide the boxes before they get here" Michelle laughed

Later that night, Carla, Peter and Simon were sat round the table in Carla's flat.

"That pizza was so good Carla, much better than my dad's" Simon laughed, "can I please watch TV?"

"Of course you can, that DVD you were watching last time is in the drawer if you want to watch it"

Simon ran off to watch TV happily and Peter turned to face Carla, taking hold of her hand across the table.

"I didn't know you could cook" Peter said,

"I can't" Carla said, deciding she couldn't keep it a secret.

"Well I'd say you can after that, home made pizza's hard to make"

"I have a confession to make" Carla said,

"You didn't make this did you?" Peter laughed,

"Of course I didn't, I can't cook to save my life"

"Well, at least you didn't burn it" Peter laughed,

"I didn't get the chance"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked confused,

"I got it from the takeaway, I just got rid of the boxes and sat it in the oven before you got here"

"I thought it tasted familiar actually" Peter said, remembering their night in last week, "but it's the thought that counts" he smiled.

Peter then got up from the table, going over to where he had put his jacket, going into his pocket and bringing out a box, bringing it over to where Carla was still sat at the table.

"I saw this today and thought you'd like it" he smiled, handing her the box.

"Aww Peter, you didn't have to do that" Carla said, opening the box to reveal a beautiful silver diamond necklace. "Wow, it's so beautiful, thank you so much" she said,

"Not as beautiful as you" Peter smiled, gazing lovingly at her.

"Will you put it on for me?"

"Of course I will, come here".

She walked round to his side of the table and he put his hands on her waist, sitting her on his knee. He sweeped her long dark hair over her shoulder and placed the necklace round her neck, clipping it closed. He then placed a gentle kiss on her neck and left a trail of kisses along her collarbone as she turned around in his embrace to face him. As their eyes met, they gazed lovingly and lustfully at each other before leaning in for a passionate kiss. They quickly pulled apart before things got too heated, remembering that Simon was sat on the sofa, although he was too engrossed in the film to notice what they were doing.

"Tonight, stay here tonight, we'll pick up where we left off", Carla whispered in Peter's ear seductively as she got up and went over to where Simon was sat on the sofa.

"Simon, would you be alright if we stayed over tonight mate?"

"Yeah. But what about school tomorrow" Simon asked,

"Don't worry about that, I'll go home just now and pack us an overnight bag, you can wait here with Carla"

"Okay dad" Simon said, turning back to the TV where the film was nearing the end.

"Would you mind watching Si for ten minutes then while I pop home?"

"Of course not, if it means you can stay here with me all night"

"What was it you said the other day? Be patient and you get what you want" he smirked,

"Stop being such a tease" she laughed as he left the flat.

A few minutes later, Carla was stood in the kitchen, cleaning up some plates from dinner when Simon came up behind her and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Thank you" he said,

"What for sweetheart?" Carla asked, turning round and crouching down to his level.

"For making my dad happy again" he said sweetly.

Carla's heart melted at what he had just said and she took his hand in hers, leading him over to the sofa and sitting next to him.

"You know what Si, your dad, he's a very special man, just like you're a very special little boy and he makes me very happy."

"Does he make you smile lots? Because you make him smile lots. He's not sad anymore"

"He does make me smile lots yeah. And I'm so glad he's not sad anymore. Simon, are you really sure you're okay with your dad and I being together, because we wouldn't want to do anything to make you upset."

"I am, Leanne made my dad sad but you make him happy. I still love Leanne though"

"I know you do darling, and I want you to know that because I'm with your dad, that doesn't mean I'm trying to take Leanne's place or anything like that okay?" Carla reassured him as he nodded, seeming happy with Carla and Peter's relationship.

Later that night, Simon was getting ready to go to bed.

"Dad why can't I stay up late?"

"Because you have school tomorrow and you don't want to be falling asleep at your desk do you?"

"I won't fall asleep" Simon said, trying to convince his dad to let him stay up later.

"Okay, well why don't I come and read you a story until you fall asleep then?"

"Okay then" he said, picking up his bag that Peter had brought to find his book.

"Right come on then" Peter said, walking up the stairs to the spare bedroom.

"Night Carla" Simon said, following his dad upstairs.

"Night Simon" Carla smiled, watching as Peter lead his son up the stairs.

Later that night, with Simon asleep upstairs, Peter and Carla were snuggled up on the sofa.

"I'm so glad you stayed over tonight, I love having you here"

"I love being here with you."

"I had a chat with Simon when you were out"

"Really? What about"

"About us."

"What did he say?"

"He said he was happy because you were happy. That kid thinks the world of you Peter, you're a great dad to him"

"I try my best, he means the world to me"

"I know he does"

"And you mean the world to me too" Peter smiled, before there was a long silence, as if Peter was building up to say something else.

"Peter?"

"I.."

"You what?"

"I love you" he said, taking her face in his hands and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you too. I think I have ever since that night when we first kissed."

"Me too, I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since"

"My knight in a faded leather jacket" Carla said, moving closer to him and resting her head on his chest.

"Are you ready to continue?" Carla asked, kissing him passionately. Peter knew immediately what she meant and grinned at her.

"Yes. I've been ready all night" he said between kisses. "Come on then", he said, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom, their lips not leaving each other's.