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Later that day, Jaimee and Matt are stood at the bar in the Rovers, surrounded by the factory girls, Sean and Kirk.

'Stop worrying about your mum.' Matt said, pulling Jaimee in for a cuddle.

'I can't help it. You should have seen how angry she was Matt. She's heavily pregnant and she stormed off alone. I'd be a rubbish daughter if I didn't worry.' Jaimee explained.

'Even if she is upset at home, it's not your fault.'

'I took Michelle back to work.'

'To try and help. Honestly Jaimee, you're the best daughter she could possibly ask for. Don't beat yourself up when you make a little mistake.' Matt reassured her.

'I might just go and check on her.' Jaimee said.

'Do you want me to come with you?'

'No it's ok. I'll be fine.'

'Ok well don't be long. I'll get you another drink.'

Jaimee pecks Matt on the lips and leaves the pub. Over at Streetcars, Steve is reading the newspaper and Michelle enters sheepishly.

'What do you want?' Steve asked, throwing his paper on the desk.

'I came to see how you are.' Michelle said quietly, tears filling her eyes.

'I'm better now I'm not being stabbed in the back.'

'It was a mistake. I never wanted to hurt you. Why would I? I love you.'

'And I love you but it doesn't seem to mean anything does it?'

'Of course it does. It means everything to me. I'm really missing you; the flat isn't the same when you're not there.' Michelle explained.

'Why are you telling me all this?' Steve asked, sighing.

'Because I want you to come home. Please come home Steve.' Michelle begged tearfully.

'Hello Streetcars.' Steve said into his headset upon receiving a call.

Michelle leaves the building, clearly devastated about Steve ignoring her. Over at Carla's, Jaimee arrives and is confused to see a nervous looking Trevor approaching the house.

'Can I help you?' Jaimee asked.

'I'm looking for Carla. I got told she lives here.' Trevor replied.

'Yeah that's right. Who are you?' Jaimee asked.

'Trevor Dean.'

'Your name doesn't ring any bells. How do you know her?' Jaimee questioned suspiciously.

'I'm not a weirdo you know? I'm her ex.' Trevor said, chuckling slightly.

'Oh...'

'So am I allowed to see her or not?' Trevor asked.

'Only if she wants to see you.' Jaimee replied.

Jaimee unlocks the front door and is about to go inside when Trevor stops her.

'And who are you?' Trevor asked.

'Stay there.' Jaimee ordered, glaring at Trevor.

Jaimee goes into the house and makes her way through to the living room.

'Mum? Mum, I just came to apologise and see if you're ok.' Jaimee called out.

Jaimee goes into the living room and Carla turns round, placing a finger to her lips indicating for Jaimee to keep her voice down. Lila is sat next to Carla on the sofa, her head resting on her arm. She is asleep with a blanket covering her.

'Aww bless her, looks like you two had a nice afternoon.' Jaimee smiled.

'Sorry I didn't come back to work. I just really wanted some quality time with her.' Carla replied.

'No need to apologise. It is your business at the end of the day.'

'Thank you for trying to help though.'

'So are you gonna forgive her?'

'I wouldn't go that far...not yet. Just give me time.' Carla said.

'Ok. There's someone outside that wants to see you.' Jaimee informed her.

'Yeah?' Carla said.

'Trevor Dean. He said you two used to be an item.' Jaimee replied before noticing her face drop. 'You look disappointed.'

'And why would I be?' Carla asked.

'Maybe you wanted me to say Peter was stood outside.' Jaimee replied.

'Don't put words in my mouth Jaimee.'

'I'm not. I'm just saying what I think. So can I let Trevor in or shall I tell him to sling his hook?'

'He invited me for a drink earlier.' Carla said.

'Why didn't you go?' Jaimee questioned.

'Because it's not right. He's my ex. I can't go on dates when I'm not even divorced.'

'From what I've heard, it never stopped you before.' Jaimee joked.

'Paul and Tony were different. They're not like Peter.' Carla explained.

'But there's no harm in being mates is there? Let's face it mum, you haven't got a lot of those at the moment.'

'Mum?' Trevor repeated, shocked, having just come into the house.

'I told you to wait outside.' Jaimee said, annoyed.

'Sorry but its freezing.'

'I never thought I'd hear you complain about the weather; not after all those early mornings hanging off the back of a bin lorry.' Carla teased, giggling.

'You're a bin man?' Jaimee asked, stunned.

'Not anymore. I've re-trained as a builder.' Trevor replied.

'You'll have to excuse my daughter, she's got high standards. She's married to a doctor.' Carla said, rolling her eyes.

'Ooh alright for some eh?' Trevor grinned.

'I'll leave you two to it.'

'Could you do me a favour and put this little lady to bed for me?' Carla asked.

'Course I will. See you later. Nice to meet you Trev.'

'And you.'

Jaimee carefully lifts her younger sister and takes her upstairs, leaving Carla and Trevor alone.

'Can I get you a drink? Tea, coffee?' Carla offered, going into the kitchen.

'Tea would be great, thanks.' Trevor replied.

Trevor follows her into the kitchen where Carla flicks the kettle on and puts two mugs on the counter.

'So who's the lucky fella then?' Trevor asked.

'You asked me that earlier.'

'And you didn't give me a proper answer.'

'I said no-one.' Carla said bluntly.

'Then why are you wearing a wedding ring?' Trevor asked, glancing down at the silver wedding band on her finger.

'Thanks to me being pregnant my fingers have swelled up, can't get the thing off.' Carla moaned.

'He must be something really special to have got you to settle down. I thought the only man that could have done that was Liam.'

'I thought that too to be honest. Then I fell for Peter and everything changed.' Carla explained.

'And here you are, four kids later and a messy break-up later. Some fairytale eh?' Trevor replied, shaking his head.

'You make my kids sound like a burden. Don't ever talk about them in that way again.' Carla warned him, fiercely protective of her children.

'Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound that way. I have to say though; I'm still reeling a little from the shock of that girl being your daughter. She must be what, 20-21?' Trevor asked, feeling guilty for upsetting her.

'25 actually.' Carla corrected him.

'Making you a mother at 16.' Trevor said in disbelief.

'Nothing wrong with your maths is there?' Carla said sarcastically.

'You never said anything when we were together.'

'No-one knew about her except my parents and my brothers. My half brother brought her up as his own.' Carla explained, sounding a little sad.

'So what changed? Why did she suddenly end up here?' Trevor asked.

'Her adopted mum, my half-brother's wife, killed herself so I decided to finally track my daughter down. Everything moved pretty quick from there and now we're five years down the line and I honestly don't know how I ever lived without her.' Carla continued, smiling.

'And then you and Peter have three other kids?'

'I'm step-mother to Simon, Peter's son and then we've got Lila who you saw just before, and then of course there's this little one.'

'So you've got a little boy and a little girl. What's your big girl called?'

'Jaimee Leigh.'

'That name suits her down to the ground; strong and feisty.'

'Yeah and believe me, that feistiness has got her into no end of trouble.'

'She seems like a good girl.'

'Oh yeah she's got a heart of gold but the biggest gob in the world.'

'Sounds familiar.' Trevor smirked, making Carla smile.

'Why are you here tonight?' Carla asked.

'You looked like you could do with a friend.' Trevor replied.