A very sad chapter, an interesting twist at the end.
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Weatherfield: Part Three
The thing about life it always had a thing about throwing up the past.
Everything was going well, it really was, Carla and Peter were taking to this pregnancy like a duck to water and that was something they were both thankful for. Avery and Willow were excited to meet their new baby brother or sister and the whole family rallied around them both offering to take the girls to give Carla a break from them and a chance to rest which made the pregnancy as stress-free as possible.
As the weeks turned into months Carla and Peter were excited to meet their baby boy. They found out the gender at their scan and they were so happy to add him to the mix. As it was nearing the end of her pregnancy Carla was noticing some odd signs that something wasn't quite right, she didn't share her concerns as she thought she was being stupid. She shared them with Michelle who told her that she was going to get her checked out at the hospital, she was thirty-six weeks pregnant at this time and Carla was scared.
"Has he moved yet?" Michelle asks as Carla shakes her head, causing her to go to the vending machine and grab a caffeinated drink for her "Here"
"Ta" she replies unscrewing the lid and downing it to see if hse could get her baby boy to move
"Carla Barlow?"
"That's me" she nods as Michelle follows her into the room, Carla was hesitant not to speak to Peter she just didn't know why but she had Michelle who wouldn't fuss over her
"What seems to be the problem?"
"She hasn't felt the baby move in a couple of days" Michelle whispers holding her best friends hand as Carla smiles slightly before dealing with all the thoughts in her head
"Ok, we'll see if we can do a scan to make sure everything's ok"
"Alright" Carla replies abruptly as Michelle smiles at her strength allowing the midwife to give her a scan; they waited for what seemed like an eternity and Carla started to shake, her hands clammy
"I just want to get a doctor, I would recommend calling your partner"
"I'm ringing Peter" Michelle states knowing that Carla was in no fit state "Hi Peter...no not really, I'm at the hospital with Carla...yeah it's the baby, I think you need to get here...ok we're in maternity, see you soon"
"Is he coming?" Carla asks unable to process things as Michelle nods slowly "This can't be happening" she says shaking her head as the doctor enters the room
"Can we wait for her husband?" Michelle asks as the doctor nods going to take Carl's blood pressure whilst they waited for Peter who barged in through the door ten minutes later
"I'm here" Peter whispers as Carla nods "What happened?"
"The baby hasn't been moving" she responds as Peter nods "You can do what you want now"
"Ok" the doctor nods grabbing the probe and gliding it over her bump trying to locate the heartbeat all attempts proving fruitless "I'm sorry Carla, your baby has passed away"
"No" she shakes her head as Peter holds her close "He can't have, he was moving a few days ago, he's probably just asleep"
"I'm so sorry Carla" the doctor sighs "There's nothing we can do"
"I'm sorry" she looks up at Peter as he shakes his head holding her close as the tears fall "I'm so sorry Peter"
"I'll leave you to it, I'll send your friend in if you'd like?"
"Please" Carla nods as the doctor leaves the room only to be replaced by Michelle "He's gone 'Chelle, he's dead"
"Oh babe" Michelle whispers as Peter holds her close, Michelle taking her hand and giving it a squeeze, "Everything's going to be ok, you know that?"
"My baby's gone" she cries as Peter cries as well "This can't be happening" she whimpers as Peter holds her close allowing them both to cry and grieve for their son which they hadn't even met
"Hi Carla, I'm a specialised stillbirth midwife," she says having entered the room "We would like to move you to a room where you can give birth to your son and take time to grieve over him"
"Ok" she whispers bewildered over the whole thing as Peter runs his fingers through her hair "I want my baby back" she whispers as the midwife smiles slightly
"I know you do sweetheart" Peter wipes his eyes "I want him back too"
"He's gone Peter, it's all gone"
She was wheeled down the room and was dressed into a gown and she allowed the midwife to induce her with Peter there by her side. Michelle went home and discreetly told everyone that Carla's baby had sadly passed away, everyone was shocked, she then went to tell the girls and Simon that they weren't getting a brother or sister after all.
Carla's contractions started picking up and she started to get uncomfortable knowing she would meet her angel baby very soon. She was scared, Peter could see the fear residing in those eyes of hers. He was sacred too but he was thankful that she didn't push him away. She was told that she could have as much pain relief that she wanted but she assured them that she just wanted gas and air to get her through it; with Peter there everything was possible.
"You're so close sweetheart" Peter reassures her as well as trying to keep it together himself; he was dabbing a damp cloth on her head
"I want him to stay in!" she screams in agony as Peter bites his lip trying to contain his emotions "Please, stay inside me" she begs as Peter brushes her hair out of her face
"You're so close Carla" the midwife responds "I need you to push and hold for ten seconds ok?"
"Go on do it baby" Peter replies pressing his lips to her forehead as she pushes groaning through her motions
"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1," the midwife says as Carla gasps for breath "Good job, you're doing so well, Carla, he's almost here"
"I want him to stay alive" she whimpers as Peter hums to her gently "I want my baby" she sobs as Peter nods as she grimaces at the start of another contraction
"Again Carla" the midwife assures her as Carla nods taking a breath and dipping her chin to her chest "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1"
"Good girl" Peter responds as Carla lets more tears fall "Come here" he replies kissing her on the lips tenderly wishing he could take her pain away before she grimaces again
"Come on Carla a couple more pushes and you can meet your son" the midwife encourages "You're doing so well"
"No" she whimpers "Stay in, please stay in!" she screams as well as pushing "Please" she begs as Peter lets her squeeze his hand
"One more push Carla, one more contraction then we'll have baby ok?" the midwife reassures her as Carla shakes her head "I know darling but you're so close, I know you're scared"
"I can't let him leave me" she replies shakily as Peter cries slightly "Please let me keep him, please"
"Another contraction Carla, push" the midwife encourages as Carla does what she's told realising she has no choice; and there it was, the release of her son from her body as Peter holds her close, the both of them coming together to grieve
"You did so well sweetheart" Peter reassures her as begins to sob, the midwife clamping the baby and heading over to clean him before wrapping him in a baby blue blanket and heading over to the grieving couple
"Would you like to hold your son?"
"Yes," Carla nods taking him into her arms as she cries again "Oh baby, I'm so, so sorry, you look just like your daddy. I never wanted you to start off with and I'm sorry, maybe that's why this happened eh?"
"He's beautiful" Peter whispers as the midwife cleans Carla up "You're so lucky little man to have your mum as you mum"
"We could've done so much sweetheart, you could've met your big brother and you sisters, we could've gone to the park when you were older-"
"We could've pushed you on the swings and your sisters would've loved to play with you-"
"No doubt you would argue with them but you will never forget us, and we will never forget you, you're in here" Carla points to her heart as Peter does the same "We love you so much sweetheart never forget that ok?"
"You'll meet so many amazing people where you are" Peter whispers as the midwife leaves them to it "You'll meet your Aunty Susan, and your Grandma Deirdre and Grandma Valerie"
"You'll meet your Uncle Paul and Liam, and Aunty Michelle's son Ruairi, Mummy's friend Hayley" she cries as Peter holds her close "And you'll meet someone very important, someone, who we didn't get to meet, someone who we always remember but never speak about, your other sister, she doesn't have a name but she'll be there for you, to guide you through your journey"
"We love you, little man...we always will..." Peter says, his voice echoey all of a sudden as the body next to him wriggles around subconsciously in its slumber "Carla...Carla, sweetheart...wake up"
"W-What" she forces her eyes open gasping for breath "What I was in the hospital, what?" she frowns as Peter hums confused "What, why?"
"Love you were dreaming, were you having a nightmare?" he asks as she glances to the alarm clock seeing that the date had changed
"Yeah, I guess... I don't know" she frowns as she rests her chest on his head "It was weird"
"How do you mean?"
"It was like we relived our boat journey again, but we went to different places? We had another baby, called Willow and then I got pregnant again then I lost him, he was stillborn... I don't know?"
"Ok well take a breather" Peter whispers as Carla nods "What exactly happened then?"
So she explained everything to him...
"I want to relive it" Carla states as Peter frowns "I want to travel again"
"Ey? Where's all this coming from I thought you were happy here with me and Avery?"
"I am but I want to relive some memories, I want to change what happened in that dream, If that was the way of telling our future I want that, Peter, I want to change it I want to want him and then maybe we will be happy I want to do it again, please"
"Ok" Peter hums "It's going to be a challenge with a two-year-old but I'm sure we could do it?" he chuckles as Carla nods eagerly "I guess the world's-"
"-Our oyster..."