When the boat finally arrived in the dock, Peter and Carla said their goodbyes to John and Cath and prepared to take the tedious journey home with all their luggage loaded up in the car. Nerves were definitely heightening during the car journey, Carla picking away at her hands wondering the reception she would receive when she turned up but Peter promised she could make her grand entrance which lifted her spirits up a lot.

Arriving at around 6pm that evening, the pub was having a theme night, as informed by Steve. Carla getting out of the car to stretch her legs glancing confused as to why there was over the top Christmas decorations on the Rover's sign, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Peter taking Carla's arm and leading her into the pub.

"Why is it so eerily quiet?" Carla whispers as Steve bites his lip glancing to the couple who were in the doorway of the Rover's

"Hello? Steve?" Michelle questions sarcastically waving her ten pound note in the air, before slowly glancing back seeing Carla and Peter standing in the doorway

"Why is everyone dressed in black?" Carla questions as Steve bites his lip again

"Do you mind?" Gail questions as Carla raises her eyebrows

"Do I mind what?" Carla interrogates as Gail stands up to face her, tears in her eyes, Peter stepping in front of Carla slightly to shield her from whatever may occur, Peter sighing wishing Carla's horrible hormonal moods would go away knowing they wouldn't be doing her any favours

"I think we need to have a chat in the back…" Steve starts as Carla glances to Michelle offering the smallest of smiles before Gail lunges at Carla

"Woah, Sarah you really need to keep your mum on leash" Carla rolls her eyes as Sarah leads her away mouthing a sorry to Carla

"Next time Gail, please don't lunge at my wife" Peter tuts, leading Carla into the back room, followed by Steve

"My very own body guard" Carla smirks glancing to Kate who was shaking her head not amused and Michelle who had a hand up to her mouth in shock, Carla digging her heels in but eventually agreeing to go with Peter into the back room still wanting to cause a stir

"Look, I don't know how to say this…but Nick…um he died" Steve coughs as Carla's eyes start to form tears, Peter bringing her in for a hug, Peter rubbing her back gently

"I'll leave you to it" Steve smiles as Michelle appears in the doorway smiling slightly as she watches Carla cry into Peter's shoulder, Michelle going up to place a hand on her back, Carla turning around to cry into her Peter running a hand over his face

"Hey it's ok, I know it's a shock, I know" Michelle sighs glancing to Peter who bites his lip

"How?" Carla questions as Michelle holds her by the shoulders

"Umm he was the victim, part of a hit and run a couple of months ago" Michelle explains as Carla wipes her eyes

"Why don't I get you some whiskey?" Michelle questions as Carla shakes her head her eyes glancing downwards, Michelle's following

"I can't…" Carla replies as Michelle frowns confused, Carla placing a hand on her bump which was hidden under baggy clothes, the tumbles of her baby inside of her a comfort to the situation

"Oh Carla…" Michelle sighs as Carla nods slowly biting her lip "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just didn't want anything to go wrong, Peter and I, we just wanted to keep it to ourselves, we had more control that way, and I also wanted to get past that point of last time" Carla explains taking Michelle's hand and placing it on her bump, Michelle smiling gently feeling the movements under her hand

"How many weeks?" Michelle questions, her hand still on Carla's bump as Carla glances to Peter

"She's twenty one weeks tomorrow" Peter smiles as Michelle raises an eyebrow taken aback by the information

"I feel bad for shooting my mouth of at Gail now" Carla sighs as Peter brings her into a hug, Michelle playing with Carla's hair

"Hey, she's just grieving so I wouldn't worry" Peter smiles gently as Carla yawns, Michelle taking a seat on the sofa, Carla holding onto Peter

"I think we should get you to bed to be honest-"

"Jenny now isn't a good time…" Michelle trails off as Peter sighs holding Carla close to his chest so she could hear the steady rhythm of his heart hoping it would calm her

"We need to talk" Jenny glares at Carla who was practically in tears, there was no way Peter was going to let her have this conversation on such little energy, Kate appearing beside her also glaring at Carla who just snuggled into Peter more

"If you don't get out of this room I will have to bar you" Peter says taking matters into his own hands as Carla closes her eyes, Kate shaking her head

"You're so wrapped up under his spell, you don't deserve to be a Connor…and you let her marry Paul, shame on you Michelle, shame on you" Kate shouts as Jenny continues to glare glancing down to Carla's bump

"You let him get you pregnant, god save that child-"

"That's enough!" Michelle shouts knowing Carla really didn't need the extra stress of the situation Peter nodding in appreciation at her Michelle providing the smallest of smiles

"If you don't have anything nice to say just leave I need to speak to Carla so you can speak to her after me, she was once married to Nick and cared about him so if you don't mind I think she deserves a chance to come to terms with it and grieve before you go shouting your mouth off"

"Grieve? You have got to be-"

"You're barred" Peter reaches the end of his tether as Carla rolls her eyes, putting a head up to her forehead in exasperation

"You can't do that-"

"Oh I can, I'm the owner so get out or I'll call the police"

"Come on Jenny we'll take our custom elsewhere" Kate huffs leaving the pub with Jenny as Peter sighs tilting Carla's head up to plant a delicate kiss on her lips, Michelle sighing

"I'm sorry, as you can tell-"

"They're still not over it, I know, I could tell" Carla huffs rubbing her bump gently, Peter placing a hand on it as well raising his eyebrows

"Obviously doesn't like it when I'm upset" Carla smirks as Peter laughs kissing her forehead

"Look I'm going to try and diffuse the situation ok?" Michelle smiles patting Carla's back as Peter smiles at her

"Good luck, you might want protective gear if you go near those two" Carla groans as Peter laughs, Michelle rolling her eyes knowing that she was probably right

"Anyway, try and get some rest you look shattered" Michelle smiles as Carla nods slowly smiling at her, Michelle going out on her mission to sort Kate and Jenny out

"Right, up to bed" Peter smiles helping her up

"Stay" Carla pouts as Peter rolls his eyes

"Fine, but no action you need to rest"

"That was very presumptuous of you by the way, I think you'll be going back on your word" Carla smiles suggestively as they both head upstairs and slide into bed, Carla changing into one of her silk nightgowns, Peter just in his boxers

"Come here" Peter smiles bringing her body into his to hold her close, a hand on her bump

"When do you want to start buying?" Carla questions turning to face him

"Well we need to paint first don't we, then we can have a look online see which cot we like and which changing table" Peter smiles as Carla nods

"I still cant believe it about Nick…I mean I know I married him an' all that but I don't know I get a suspicious feeling about it, that's all"

"You don't need to worry about it, you have this little one to worry about and he or she is going to love you so much y'know"

"Yeah you're right it's probably just hormones making me think like that" she shrugs as she rakes a hand through Peter's hair, Peter following her curves with his hand, coming to rest on her hip, Carla leaning in to kiss him pulling him close, hooking one of her legs around his hip to pull him in Peter trailing patterns on her thigh

"I want you" she whispers as Peter smiles slipping his hand in between her thighs stroking the skin there, Carla's breath becoming shallow, Peter edging up slightly, raising an eyebrow

"No underwear again?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No…" he trails off running a finger around her entrance as she sighs lustfully closing her eyes, Peter slipping a finger into her then continuing to trace her entrance, then going to rub her clit, then back to tracing around her entrance Carla moaning softly, Peter going to rub her clit again, applying more pressure this time causing Carla to moan louder, Peter slipping his finger inside of her, followed by another causing Carla to gasp, Peter pressing his fingers into her walls causing her to scream, Peter swirling his fingers around inside of her as her body begins to tremble, Peter using his thumb to stimulate her clit again as she releases Peter removing his hand to push his boxers down

"Get inside of me"

And that's what Peter does, shoving his hard length into her as she gasps, Carla rocking her hips lazily as Peter rocks his as well, Carla's moans filling the room as she gasps tilting her head back, Peter using his hand to stimulate her clit as Carla cries out her body releasing for a second time, a sheen of sweat collecting on her forehead as she drifts off into a peaceful sleep, exhausted from the antics which have gone on in the room, Peter pulling out of her kissing her forehead

"Sleep tight beautiful"