A month later, Carla and Peter's relationship couldn't be better. They were both so excited for the new arrival and were getting things ready for the baby; now Carla was 7 months pregnant and looked it!

It was a Monday morning; Peter was visiting his nephew, Bertie, whilst Carla had to stay in Underworld.

"Mrs Barlow!" Beth yaps. "Mrs Bar-..."

"What Beth?! I was just about to make an important call here!" Carla snaps, coming out the office and leaning on her desk.

"Do you expect me to work in these conditions?"

"What conditions Beth? This isn't the industrial revolution; I have things to do." Carla sighs in annoyance.

"Use your eyes and look! My seat is wet, I think there's a leak." The blond replies.

"A leak?" Carla groans. "Are you sure?"

"Mrs Barlow, water just dropped into my cup of tea!" Sally shouts from the kitchen area.

"Oh no...right I'll get some buckets and I'll see Gary okay? Beth use Izzy's machine as she's not in today."

"You better." Beth snipes.

Carla: theres a leak in the roof of the factory I think xxx

Peter: oh shit really? Are you alright? Xx

Carla: yeah I'm fine but the girls won't stop moaning. I'll see Gary in a bit xx

Peter: okay baby. See you later xx

Later that morning, Carla's making her way to the café but bumps into Seb.

"Oh Seb! Can I have a word?" Carla asks.

"About what?" He mumbles.

"There's a leak in the factory and I was wondering whether you and Gary's lot could fix it for me?" She smiles politely.

"I don't work with him anymore." He responds bluntly before shoving past.

"Good day to you an' all!" Carla shakes her head before greeting Roy.

"Heya Roy, how are you?" The brunette asks.

"Yes I'm rather delightful, thank you. You?"

"Good, tired!" She chuckles.

"Don't you think it'd be wise to stay home and rest?" He implies.

"Nah I've barely been at the factory recently so I'm going more now before I'm too busy with a newborn."

"Not much longer now?"

"Just 2 months. I can't believe how fast it's been honestly." She smiles, genuinely as she places a hand on her bump.

"Well you look happy." He says.

"I am happy. Apart from when the baby is constantly kicking my ribs at night, I don't know the last time I've slept through the night."

"You'd be wrong if you think you'll sleep after pregnancy."

"True. Peters been great though. When I can't sleep, he'll wake up and give me a massage, or get a hot water bottle if I'm aching. He's brilliant." She says contently.

"I know I am." Peter pipes up from behind, wrapping his arms around her middle, his hands resting on the swell of her stomach.

"Peter you scared me then!" Carla gasps, turning around and pecking him on the lips. "Meanie."

"Oh shush you." He laughs between kisses.

"I was just saying how nice you've been to me, through the hard parts you know?"

"Well it's the least I could do baby. You're bringing a son or daughter into the world for us"

"Was there a reason you came in?" Roy interrupts, awkwardly.

"Oh yes sorry Roy." She playfully pushes Peter away. "The usual for the cake run please."

"Coming up."

"Peter you stay here and I'll go see Gary, before I forget." She kisses him once last time before leaving.

Knocking on the doors to the Platts, she's greeted by Nick.

"Heya." Carla says, uncomfortably.

"Hi. You look well" He smiles slightly, his eyes immediately falling to her large bump which was exposed in the tight black top she wore.

"Thank you. Erm...is Gary in?"

"Gary? Yeah he's in the kitchen. Come on in." He moves to the side, letting Carla in.

"Oh hey? You alright?" Gary frowns.

"Heya, I was wondering if you'd do a real big favour for me. It's about the factory roof."

"I'm not at work right now but what is it?" He sighs.

"There is a leak in the roof, I was just wondering whether you'd be able to fix it?" She questions.

"Umm. Yes sure, I'll eat my lunch then go over and check." He nods.

"Thank you Gary. Bye." Carla smiles.

Moments later, Peter walks into the factory.

"Car, I think Gary's finished with the roof now. He's on his way in." Peter informs her.

"Alright you lot. So I've looked at the roof." Gary says, perching on the desk.

"You don't look too impressed." Carla grimaces.

"Yeah it's not looking good I'm afraid. Pat Phelan didn't do the roof job properly a few years ago which has made it extremely weak. It'll need repairing at some point." He explains.

"Oh that flamin' man! He's still dead and giving us grief." Carla throws her pen in frustration.

"Will this be expensive?" Peter questions.

"I don't know how much precisely but I'm almost sure it wouldn't come cheap."

"What about all their jobs!" Peter groans. "We're having a baby, she doesn't need this stress."

"Gary can you fix the roof then?" Carla asks quietly.

"Yes I can but I've got too much work on right now I'm afraid. I could repair it in a few months?" He offers.

"A few months? But isn't it serious? What if it falls down?" Carla narrows her eyes.

"Trust me Carla, it isn't that weak. It'll manage another few months and I'll get started on it as soon as possible. It's okay for the time being, well apart from the leaking."

"I don't like the sound of this. I might get another builder to take a look." Carla says.

"No Carla, you don't have to. How about I do it next month then? It'll be a squeeze but I can try fit it in with the other work."

"Are you sure?" Peter frowns.

"Positive." Gary nods.

"Deal." Peter and carla say in hesitation.

This isn't the best writing I've done but that's because I haven't written much for a while. I've planned what's to come but I'm not sure who still enjoys this story?

Spoilers:

- Peter has an important question for Carla.

- Carla's due date is coming up; how will she react with it being so near?

- the roof gets worse, but how worse?

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