Thank you all so much for the comments both on here as well as in private messages. I hope you enjoy this next part. :-)

Michael managed to get Carla sitting on the bed, sure that if she stood up for much longer her legs would just give out from under her. She was sitting sideways on the bed with her legs over the side and her insides were churning in sheer fear about what she knew would happen in a matter of moments. She was pulling at the material of the sleeves on the jumper that she was wearing and was brought from her thoughts by Michael gently placing his hands over her own, causing her to jump. "Carla, just go along with what I say all right?"

When it didn't seem as though Carla had acknowledged that he'd spoke, let alone understood what he had said, Michael spoke once more. "Carla?"

"How are you going to help me? You can't, if you were going to help you should have got me out of here before he came back."

Before Michael had the chance to answer and try and make her understand why he had done what he had done, the door opened and Frank walked into the room. Carla jumped when he spoke even though she had known that it probably wouldn't be long before he was there. "What's going on here, why isn't the door locked?"

"Carla's not feeling well, I was just asking her if she minded if I did some tests before I give her any medication. She was hardly going anywhere."

"Hurry up and do the tests, I want to know what's wrong with her." Frank stated and though what Michael said hadn't been very accurate about what had happened, all Carla could think of was that at that moment in time it was just another decision Frank had taken from her and made himself regardless of what she wanted.

Moments later and Frank left the room and when he did Carla slumped a little further forwards with a sigh. He hadn't been gone nearly long enough in her opinion and she could only hope that by some miracle she would get out of there sooner rather than later.

Helen had just sat down in Liam's living room with a cup of tea and let out a relaxed sigh while putting her feet up on the extended recliner of the seat. Even with all of the drama that seemed to be going on in her son's life at that moment in time she couldn't deny how much she was enjoying staying with him and hoped to do so on a more permanent basis, though she hadn't discussed it with him yet. She had only been sitting down for a moment or two when a child crying sounded through the room. She tutted her disapproval and leaned forward to put the cup of tea that she had hold of onto the table before getting up and walking out into the hallway.

When Helen walked out into the hallway and found Dempsey standing at the top of the stairs with her little hands curled around the bars of the stair gate, she sighed. After a moment of hesitation she turned around and stepped through the door to the side of her and down the stairs into the hallway that lead to the room that Dom usually stayed in. On arriving outside his door she knocked and on getting no answer she shook her head angrily and made her way back up to the main part of the house. It was at that moment wished that she hadn't told Tom, Barry and Liam it was alright if they took Jack out for a drink. Helen walked up the stairs and opened the stair gate, standing in the gap after doing so to make sure Dempsey couldn't go anywhere. She reached down and took her hand, walking her in the direction of the bedroom, but was stopped in her tracks when Dempsey pulled back and spoke. " No, want mama."

"Let's get you to bed little one . . ."

Dempsey shook her head and pouted slightly as her bottom lip began to tremble. "No, I want mama"

"Well, I'm afraid she's not here and you should be in bed."

"I no want bed"

"I'm afraid it's not a choice."

"I choice" Dempsey called, shouting a little louder and stamping her foot as Helen opened the door to the bedroom that Dempsey was staying in.

"Don't you start playing up for me, just get yourself in that bed."

"I no want you, I want Liam." Dempsey cried, her little hands balling into fists as she got frustrated with herself about Carla not being there, although there was nothing that she could do about it.

"Well he isn't here."

Dempsey was about to answer her but the door opened and Liam talking to Jack and Barry sounded through the hallway. Dempsey pulled her hand back from Helen's grip and ran to the top of the stairs, shouting him when she got there. When Liam turned to find Dempsey standing at the top of the stairs he frowned and sighed quietly when Helen stood behind her. "Wait there a moment sweetheart."

Liam put his coat onto one of the hooks by the door so that it was hanging up and then walked up the stairs to where Dempsey was, picking her up and running his hand over her back to try and soothe her and stop her crying. "Hey baby, shh . . . What's happened?" he questioned, though directed it at Helen as Dempsey nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Helen shrugged, "I told her she had to go back to bed and she didn't want to."

"I want my mama" Dempsey shouted and Liam was sure he'd felt his heart break in his chest.

"Let's get you some milk, hey?' he whispered, before kissing the side of her head. He turned around and walked into the kitchen with Dempsey, he didn't want to speak to his Mother after the numerous arguments he'd had with her over the last month about Maria and Carla, and he didn't want to run the risk of having another one while he had Dempsey with him. After making his way into the kitchen he put some milk on to warm up while he rocked her gently. "You're out on your feet you." he whispered.

"Where's mama?"

"I told you darling, she had to go away for a little while . . ."

"No little . . ."

Liam swallowed hard to try and keep his emotions at bay. "All right, quite a long while then . . ."

"She come back?"

'How could she leave you, hey?

"But she gone?"

"Only for work though, she didn't want to leave you."

"How do you know?"

"She loves you to bits doesn't she."

"All' world?"

Liam smiled and nodded, "yep."

"Dempsey love mama all world too."

He tapped her on the nose gently and she moved her head back with a shy smile. Once Liam had poured the drink into the cup and secured the top on it, he passed it over to her and Dempsey immediately began drinking it. "I tell you what, why don't me and you go and put a DVD on?"

"I pick?"

Liam nodded "of course you can . . ."

"You stay with me in my bedroom?"

"If you want, yeah."

"You smell funny . . ." she frowned and Liam laughed.

"I smell?" he raised his eyebrow a little and Dempsey hesitated before nodding, a grin slowly spreading over her lips. "Now there's no need for that is there? Maybe I think you smell . . ." he teased.

Dempsey frowned, "I no smell . . ." she raised her pajama t-shirt to her nose, smelling it before letting go again. "I smell nice." She stated, and Liam laughed.

"I tell you hat, why don't you and me go and get a muffin to take upstairs with us?"

Dempsey nodded, "yes please."

Liam got the both of them one of the muffin's that had been left on the side and after doing so he head upstairs into the bedroom that Dempsey was staying in. On getting inside he closed the door and placed her into the bed, tucking her in before laying on the top of the bed covers himself. "Here you go sweetheart . . ." he stated, handing her the muffin before walking over to the TV that was in there. "So, what DVD do you want us to put on?"

"mmmm, Peppa?"

Liam put the disc into the DVD player and then walked back over to lay on the bed beside Dempsey who had settled herself into the pillows. "Are you comfortable, Mrs?"

She nodded and Liam smiled and it wasn't long after she'd eaten the muffin that he had brought up for her that she nodded off once more with the bottle of milk she had been drinking. Liam had sat up on the bed and left the room quietly so he didn't wake Dempsey, he closed the door too, but left a small gap so that she wasn't locked inside. When he turned around he found Tom standing opposite him. "I thought you'd have gone to bed by now?"

"I wanted to know how she was . . ."

"She's settled now, " he sighed, "but I think I'm going to have to ring Marc in the morning, I need to know what's going on."

"You only spoke to him a couple of days ago, Liam."

"Yes and I want to know what has been going on in those couple of days. I'm paying him a fortune and there's a little girl in there who has no idea what's going on or where her mum is and that's worrying me more than you could ever imagine." Although he didn't mean to he couldn't help snapping at Tom, his anger was bubbling to the surface and he had just happened to be the one there who Liam had taken it out on.

"Maybe you should go to bed and think things through in the morning yeah?"

Liam didn't say another word and walked into his room, leaving Tom feeling a little worried. It wasn't that he didn't want his cousin to speak to Marc about what was going on in regards to him finding Carla, but, he knew that with the mood he was in at that moment in time would get him nowhere if it continued through until the following day.

It was around 20 minutes later after leaving the room that Frank walked back into it. Carla was laid on the bed and Michael was now standing at the side of it putting some things into a bag. Carla had almost dropped off when Frank's voice sounded through the room and startled her, making her jump slightly. She swallowed hard at his words and had been hoping that he would stay away at least until she knew if there was anything wrong, but as he hadn't she was hoping that there was nothing that Michael needed to tell him even more than she had been previously. "So, what's the matter with her then?"

When Michael spoke, Carla immediately wished that she had been the one to answer what Frank had asked and taken the lead of the conversation. "Well there is something . . ."

Regardless of what it was that was wrong with her, Carla knew that she wouldn't want Frank to know and though she had never said it to Michael she had guessed he would already know that would be how she felt. Her worries about him secretly being on the same side as Frank resurfaced and it made her stomach churn. She was pulled sharply from her thoughts once more when Frank spoke. "What is it then? What's the matter with her Michael, I haven't got time for you to be talking in some kind of?" His voice went through her Carla and she physically flinched, not so subtly backing up on the bed a little.

When Michael answered what he had asked, Carla felt her heart drop. It had been the one thing that she hadn't wanted and she knew that by him telling Frank took away any decision that she might have wanted to make and what little control that she might have had if Frank hadn't of known. She moved her hand up to try and hide that her lips were trembling and bit down inside of her mouth after swallowing hard to try and control her emotions and stop the tears that were threatening to fall.

"She's pregnant . . ."