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A month or so had passed and everything was going well, everyone was moving on from Frank and they were all very happy. Leanne had started being a bit more open to Carla and Peter's relationship and Michelle was healing from her ordeal very well. Carla was nearing her due date very quickly and things were starting to happen, Peter himself had gained his mobility back after working very hard so he could be there for Carla when she was in labour, everything was just going so well for them.
"Why won't she exit my body yet?" Carla grunts, Peter pokes his head around the bedroom door chucking a bag of crisps at her "Not hungry"
"You need to eat something" Peter states "You'll need your energy"
"Yeah well I dont care" she snaps, Peter just raises his eyebrows "I want her out, I want to meet her"
"I know you do just be patient"
"Patient?" she questions incredulously "I've been patient for nine flamin' months Peter, I'm fed up, my feet are fat and she weighs a tonne my back hurts and I just want to cry all the time because she keeps messing around with my emotions"
"So not much then?"
"Shut up dont wind me up" she mumbles, Peter just walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge of the bed, he places his hand on her bump "Dont annoy her, she's already annoying as it is"
"Ok, what will make you feel better?" he questions, she just shrugs "Shall we go for a nice long walk? Get this little lady moving?"
"Hmm" she hums slightly tilting her head to the side "Yeah ok, let me get ready and have something to eat"
"Good girl" he smiles watching her shift out of bed and stretch her back, he places both of his hands on her bump "She'll come out soon, have you had any sort of pains?"
"I'm just crampy, like dull cramps every now and then" she shrugs slightly picking up her maternity leggings and walking into the bathroom to get changed, she reappears with an unamused expression on her face "I look like a whale"
"Carla" Peter groans "Cut yourself some slack, you're carrying a baby"
"Shut up Peter" she shrieks lobbing her nightdress at him "I'm fed up, let me complain!"
"Ok, ok, oh love done cry" Peter sighs bringing her in for a hug, his hand cupping the back of her head as she cries into his shoulder "It's ok, I'm here remember?"
"I know you are, I just feel bad" she admits wiping her eyes, Peter cups her face and kisses her softly on the lips "I dont want to be having a go at you, I dont want to be emotional I just want to be normal"
"Oh sweetheart" Peter sighs holding her close as she cries more "You let it all out, it'll probably make you feel a lot better"
"My back hurts" she complains, Peter nods releasing her from his embrace and grabbing the massage oil from the bedside table, he pushes her shoulders so she sits down on the bed, he begins to massage her back "They should bottle you"
"Anything to help my pregnant fiance" he kisses her on the neck gently, she closes her eyes enjoying the sensation of his hands kneading her back "Is that making you feel better?"
"Yeah it's really helping" she smiles slightly biting her lip "What do you reckon she'll look like?"
"I dont know love, I'm personally hoping for a baby"
"Oi!" she exclaims "It will be a baby, I hope, I mean with parents like us she could turn out however"
"Yeah I guess" he chuckles standing up and grabbing a towel from the bathroom to wipe her back down "Maybe when we get back we can put a hot water bottle on your back, soothe your muscles down a bit"
"Hmm yeah that doesn't sound too bad" she smiles slightly standing up and attempting to collect her trainers which she had to buy due to the baby "You do it before I get angry"
"Ok, come here" Petr sighs collecting her trainers and putting them on her and doing the laces up "All good?"
"Yeah perfect, thank you" she smiles slightly kissing him on the lips, he holds her close "I can't wait until she gets a wiggle on and gets out of me"
"She'll come when she's ready" Peter smiles, Carla just grunts in annoyance at the fact she had no control over the situation "Come on let's go out"
"Ok" she groans in annoyance grabbing her bag, Peter just sighs and grabs his wallet and keys and they both leave the house...
They decided to go to the local park, they were walking and talking about the future, about the baby, how it would be when she finally arirved, and labour as well which Carla was actually quite scared about but with Peter there she was sure she would be ok as he would be there supporting her and that's what she loved, how he supported her entirely. She was sure this wasn't working but they did around ten laps of the park and she was determined to keep going until her daughter showed some sign of exiting her body.
"You said this was supposed to work"
"I went onto one of those WikiHow things and it said to take a nice long walk"
"Great" she states shaking her head, Peter sighs sensing another hormonal meltdown "So let me get this straight, you googled how to get your pregnant partner to give birth?"
"Ok, let's just calm down, I understand you're annoyed" he whispers, she just cries more causing him to guide her over to the bench "Calm down, you being stressed out isn't going to help"
"We're trying everything to get her out when we get home, sex, spicy food, raspberry leaf tea, I dont care anymore Peter, stick your hold hand up there and pull her out-"
"Um" he falters pulling a face "I dont think that would be a good idea"
"I dont care Peter!" she shrieks, causing looks from people around them, he tries to silence her "Can we have sex later?"
"Carla!" he exclaims with a chuckle, she grunts in annoyance "Ok this is what we're going to do, we're going to have a nice relaxing evening, I'm going to order in and order the spiciest curry out there, I'm going to go to the shops and Michelle is going to watch over you, I'll text her now-"
"I dont need a babysitter"
"It's just a precaution" Peter sighs slightly, she just pouts her lip which quivers "Dont cry"
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she questions, Peter just sighs allowing her to cry into his chest "I love you so much"
"I love you too" he rolls his eyes, she kisses him on the lips "Shall we head home then, get you settled on the birthing ball or the sofa, whatever you want?"
"Ok, yeah" she mumbles taking his hand as they walk back to the flat, Carla winces slightly causing Peter to hold her "Ok, thank you for that"
"Contraction?"
"Well I dont know I haven't done this before" she snaps as they continue to walk, Peter just sighs wishing the baby would arrive sooner rather than later...
Back in the flat, Peter made the sofa into a makeshift bed, Carla's pregnancy pillow was on the sofa, she had her birthing ball which she was bouncing on hoping that it would help guide her daughter out of her body, Peter made her numerous cups of raspberry leaf tea as well which she was starting to get sick of so that imposed a lot of hormonal anger and meltdowns, he was patient though, he tried not to snap at her. Sometimes when she was really angry he slept out on the sofa wanting her to have all the space she wanted on the bed so she could stretch and not interfere with Peter's night sleep which improved her mood sometimes but mostly she was just snapping at random things.
"Why won't it work!" Carla shouts, Peter peers over the newspaper "It's broken, it's not working, my womb isn't working Peter"
"Carla, just relax" he whispers bending down in front of her, she bounces up and down on the birthing ball "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
"A nice glass of red will do?" she questions, he closes his eyes and opens them to roll his eyes, he walks over to the fridge and gets a glass of cranberry juice
"Cranberry juice before you get hopeful" he smirks, she pouts her lips and drinks it anyway, she bites her lip "What?"
"You look really sexy in that" she grins, Peter frowns glancing down to what he was wearing, it was just regular casual clothes, no suit or anything
"Um, thank you?" he questions she smirks standing up and walking over to him, swaying her hips, he frowns watching her sit down next to him, she wraps her arms around his neck "Carla-"
"Shh" she whispers biting her lip, she kisses him on the neck, he bites his lip, she trails kisses down his neck and up again, then along his jawline "I want you, Peter"
"For god's sakes, we really are trying everything to get that baby out arent we?" he chuckles slightly grabbing the remote and turning the TV off, she immediately straddles him and they kiss more, it wasn't long before they started to get rid of their clothes and make their way into the bedroom...
They made love, not once but almost three times, almost being because Carla fell asleep because she was just shattered. They slept together for a bit and whilst Carla was asleep Peter whispered words to the baby and bonding with it by feeling its movements under his hand before he joined Carla in sleeping, She woke and she felt quite sick, she padded into the bathroom and then ended up being sick which alerted Peter so he got up and held her hair back so she didn't get sick in it. Carla was acting like a zombie so he decided he would just wash her hair for her because no matter how hard he tried she managed to get sick in her hair so she was practically sleeping whilst he washed it, he then wrapped her hair up in a towel and managed to get her to walk to the bedroom and back into bed, he got her a bucket so she could be sick into that.
"Mmm" she mumbles forcing her eyes open, she rubs her bump "Ow, ok that's not nice" she groans, Peter rubs her back for her "Thanks"
"No problem" he smiles she glances around utter bewildered "You were sick so I cleaned you up and washed your hair then got you back in bed"
"Hm, you deserve a medal" she smiles, Peter kisses her on the lips gently before groaning again, he rubs her back "She's really taking the mick with this one"
"You're doing so well" he kisses her on the back of her head watching her curl up in her pregnancy pillow "What does it feel like?"
"Stomach cramps" she sighs "Bad backache"
"She's just trying to get out just relax, I'll be here every step of the way" he reassures her, she turns around, he places his hand on her bump, she mirrors his touch "Has she gone to sleep?"
"Hmm yeah I think so" Carla chuckles "I can't feel her moving anymore so dont wake her up"
"I won't, you can have a break"
"Were you talking to her earlier?" she questions, Peter blushes slightly "Dont be embarrassed it was sweet, she's going to love you so much"
"She'll love you too" he smiles, she nods sitting up and stretching her arms, she gasps slightly glancing down "Oh..."
"Great" she states before groaning
"You didn't pee yourself?" he questions, she pins him a look, he just chuckles slightly "So this is happening?"
"I think so" she muses getting out of bed and groaning "What a mess, we'll need to change the sheets when we get in, trust you little lady" she pats her bump
"Ok, let's grab the bag, get you changed then we can head off to the hospital yeah?"
"Well, where else would we be going Peter? Alton Towers?" she questions sarcastically before whimpering, she leans against the wall, he rubs her back "Just get the bag ready and get me some clothes"
"Ok, alright keep your hair on, she isn't just going to slide out you know" he grins, she pins him a look "Bag" he grabs the bag "Car keys, house keys, I can come back to collect the car seat and clothes for you"
"Just black joggers will do" she grits out swaying her hips, he passes her some clothes and he helps her get dressed, he chucks one of his shirts over her head
"I'll just go and put all of this in the car, why dont you sit down in the lounge so you dont fall?"
"Ok, yeah" she mumbles taking his arm, he places an arm around her middle to support her, he lowes her down on the sofa "Dont be too long"
"I'll try and be quick, dont worry"
Peter walked Carla down to the car, he sent a text off to Michelle saying that Carla was in labour so she offered to clean the flat for them both which he was grateful for which would allow him to spend time with Carla and the baby when she arrived. He grabbed a wheelchair for her and during the car journey, her contractions started to pick up quite a bit so he was worried they weren't going to make it. He pushed her up to the labour and delivery unit and she got settled into a room with one of the midwives which was on duty.
"Hello Carla, I'm Justine, I'll be your midwife, I'll need you to get dressed into the gown you brought with you"
"Peter pass me the flamin' gown" she states, Peter raises his eyebrows glancing to Justine who just chuckles "Cheers" she sighs padding into the bathroom "She might be a bit touchy when in pain so..."
"It's fine I'm used to women hurtling abuse towards me, part of the job"
"Peter!" Carla grunts in annoyance chucking her clothes at him before groaning and leaning against the wall "This is not very nice actually I do not appreciate this"
"You're doing really well" Peter smiles, Carla just grunts and walks over to the bed now her contraction had finished, she lies on the bed and Peter pulls the sheets up so her legs were covered
"I'll need to attach this monitor if that's ok?" Justine questions, Carla nods slowly and yawns watching as Justine attaches the monitor to her bump "Do you know what you're having?"
"Yeah a little girl" Carla chuckles glancing to the monitor "She's shifting fluid out of me which isn't very nice"
"Can I check you?"
"Sure" Carla smiles slightly, Peter was somewhat thankful she wasn't biting the midwife's head off, Justine checks her "Ok do you mind?"
"Carla" Peter sighs taking her hand, she squeezes it hard so much so he was sure she would break it "Please dont break my hand"
"I'm sorry it hurts, you were the one who got me pregnant!" she shrieks, Peter raises his eyebrows knowing that was probably coming "Please tell me we're close?"
"A five..." Justine trails off grabbing the gas and air tube, Carla's eyes widen in shock
"Seriously? Cant, you just pull her out?" Carla questions as if it was obvious, Justine just chuckles
"She's on her way, do you have any names?" Justine questions, Carla and Peter glance to each other with a smirk
"We do" she grins, Peter kisses her on the head "But that's for us to know"
"I see" Justine chuckles "I'll leave you to it for a bit, use the call button if you need anything"
"Ok" Carla grunts watching her leave "She seemed nice"
"Yeah I guess, so you're happy with the name then?" Peter questions, Carla nods eagerly "What if she doesn't-"
"We'll cross that bridge when we meet her if she doesn't"
"Righty" Peter chuckles watching her groan, she breathes in on the gas and air "What does that feel like?"
"Woah I feel well dizzy" she beams, Peter pulls a face watching her chew on the tube "It tastes good as well"
"It's plastic" Peter bites his lip, she glares, Justine enters the room again with a birthing ball
"Do you want this?" Justine questions, Carla's eyes light up, she immediately ditches the gas, Justine frees her from the restraints of the monitor "We can try and get her moving"
"Hmm she'll love that" Carla rolls her eyes playfully "I miss the thingy though, the gas"
"I can get you a portable one" Justine smiles leaving the room, Carla bounces up and down, Peter rubs her back for her, Justine reappears with a canister and a portable monitor "Let's attach this to you as well so we can continue to monitor her"
"That's fine" Carla smiles gripping onto Peter's hand as she continues to bounce "Could we go for a walk or not?"
"You can go for a walk around the ward if you want?"
"Yeah let's do that, anything to get her moving" Carla shrugs grabbing her dressing gown and putting it on her before groaning, Peter rubs her back "I'll slice you out in a minute"
"Ok enough violence" Peter drones, she just flutters her eyelashes "Do you want my arm?"
"Yeah go on then" Carla smiles as she holds the bag containing the monitor in one hand, they begin their walk "Ew I can feel fluid dripping out of me"
"Lovely" Peter grimaces, she just grins "Probably doesn't help when she moves either"
"Oh ok" she closes her eyes, she leans against the wall, Peter rubs her back for her "You best have a bottle of champagne in that bag"
"There's some in the fridge when we get home" Peter grins, Carla just pouts her lips gripping onto his arm as they continue to walk "Let me know if you want to go slower or faster"
"This is fine" she mumbles as they get to the end of the corridor, they head to the stairs "Just up and down on these then we're going back"
"Ok" he chuckles walking with her down the stairs, stopping halfway to deal with her contraction "All good?"
"Hm yeah" she hums walking down another couple of stairs as another one kicks in "Ok, that was quick" she grunts
"Maybe we should get you back?" Peter suggests, she nods grabbing hold of his arm as they walk back to the room, she stops again "You're doing really well"
"Yeah if you say so" she snaps randomly, Peter raises his eyebrows and leads her back to the room, she sits down on the bed "This really hurts"
"Use your gas thingy" Peter suggests, she grabs hold of it and groans, he rubs her back "Do you want something else to deal with the pain?"
"No I want to do it with natural stuff" she whimpers, Peter sighs knowing hse didn't have to and that he wouldn't mind if she did "Oh god!"
"Keep breathing through your gas" Peter whispers kissing her on the back of the head "You're going to do this and you're going to be amazing"
"It hurts" she cries, he walks around to wipe her eyes "I am never doing this again!"
"Oh love" Peter sighs slightly trying not to laugh "You're doing so well"
"I need to push" she grumbles, Peter presses the call button, Carla shifts onto her back and groans, Justine rushes into the room
"She's saying she needs to push" Peter informs her, Justine nods grabbing some surgical gloves, Justine checks her quickly
"Ok, I'm just going to call someone else because things have sped up rather quickly, try not to push" Justine smiles grabbing the phone as more people enter the room "Right let's deliver this baby, she obviously doesn't want to wait"
"Hand" Carla gasps grabbing his hand, she squeezes it, he kisses her on the forehead "Please I need to push"
"Ok" Justine smiles setting everything up "Tell me when you next get a contraction"
"Whatever" Carla whispers grabbing hold of Peter's hand "Now, it's starting"
"Ok push for me, hold for ten seconds" Justine encourages, Carla just pushes, Peter smiles at her strength "Good job Carla, well done"
"It hurts so bad" she whimpers pouting her lips, Peter kisses her on the side of the head
"You've done so well, almost there now, baby" Peter whispers, she smiles at him, he pushes her hair out of the way as she groans in discomfort, she pushes again "Good, keep going, you're doing so well Carla, so, so well"
"Ow!" she shrieks before falling back against the pillows which were propped up behind her "How do people do this more than once?"
"I dont know, love" he chuckles slightly, she just sighs closing her eyes "Do you want some water?"
"Please" she whispers hoarsely, he offers a cup to her lips as she drinks, he pulls the cup away as she begins to push again "I swear on my life!"
"Almost there Carla, I can see her head" Justine informs her, Carla just whimpers in response not being able to muster up enough conversation as she was so tired "You can push again on the next one"
"Whatever" she glares just wanting the whole thing to be over with, another contraction kicks in and she musters up the strength to push again "Oh my god, why do people have children!"
"To repopulate the earth" Peter informs her, she just glares at him until a cry erupts around the room
"Oh my..." Carla gasps as her daughter is placed on her chest "I did it, Peter, I really did do it!"
"I know you did" he wipes his eyes looking at the baby as the nurses clear her airways "Hello little lady, she looks big Carla"
"I know" she cries, Peter wipes her eyes "Never did I thought you would come today"
"Neither did ", she obviously had other plans" Peter chuckles watching the nurses clean the baby up
"Can we weigh her?" Justine smiles, Carla nods allowing her to take the baby over to the scales, they place the baby on them which causes her to cry "Oh I know its all cold and horrible"
"How much does she weigh?" Carla asks, Justine smiles wrapping the baby back up and placing her on Carla again
"8lbs 2oz" Justine smiles, Carla and Peter's eyes widen "She's pretty big"
"I never thought in a million years she would be that big" Carla chuckles, Peter kisses her on the forehead "Welcome to the world little lady"
"She's so precious" Peter whispers "I love her so much"
"I love her too, so much, more than I could ever imagine" she states, Peter nods slowly watching her grimace
"That'll be your placenta" Justine informs her, Carla just grunts in annoyance
"They dont make this easy do they?" Carla questions, Peter chuckles watching her grimace again "Can you take her Peter?"
"Yeah sure" Peter smiles taking the baby and making sure her head was supported "Hello sweetheart, oh I love you so much, I'm going to protect you and Si so much baby girl, you're our world"
"Do you reckon she suits her name?" Carla questions, Peter nods "Me too I was just worried in case you didn't think she did and I did"
"She definitely does, Aziza Barlow"
"Welcome to the world sweetheart" Carla smiles, Peter smiles at her as well
"I'll just stitch you up Carla then you three can have some time alone" Justine smiles, Carla and Peter glance to each other and nod
A while later Carla was cleaned dup and she managed to have a shower whilst Peter was taught how to change Aziza and feed her a bottle as Carla was busy in the shower. She got back into bed and then held Aziza for a bit trying to get used to motherhood and bond with her. She loved her so much no one could even compare to how much she loved her baby and that was something that she never really thought would happen to her but she was ever so grateful to be given the opportunity to look after her. Peter asked if she wanted to feed her herself, she seemed a bit unsure but she wanted to try so he called for a midwife again so Carla could be shown how to feed her daughter.
"I dont really know where to start, is that bad?" Carla bites her lip, Peter shakes his head taking Aziza into his arms and holding her whilst Carla prepared herself to feed Aziza
"So what you want to do is guide her towards the source of food" Justine smiles, Carla nods taking the baby and offering her breast to her positioning her body slightly horizontally "She might not be hungry"
"No?" Carla questions but eventually Aziza latches on "There we go, it feels really weird"
"It will do, it'll take some time getting used to it but she seems happy" Justine smiles "Do you want any pain relief?"
"I'm ok it's not that bad" Carla bites her lip watching Aziza feed "I'm only doing this for the first few months"
"It's fine, you dont need to explain yourself, love" Peter states "It's your body"
"Oh? Are we done?" Carla questions, Aziza's face scrunches up "Oh dont cry sweetheart"
"Here" Peter smiles passing her one of the muslin cloths they had packed, he places it on her shoulder so she could wind her "She'll fall asleep like that"
"Hmm better than her screaming the place down" Carla whispers as Aziza starts to cry "I know you dont like it"
"She's a grumpy little thing" Peter chuckles as Justine potters around the room "She's perfect though"
"All done" Carla smiles widely allowing Aziza to rest on her chest, she falls off to sleep "We can have snuggles now"
"Hi" Michelle enters the room with a little gift bag "Sorry I was just too eager"
"It's fine 'Chelle" Carla smiles slightly watching her friend sit on the edge of the bed "Say hello to your Aunty 'Chelle"
"Oh Carla she is beautiful" Michelle whispers "I wasn't expecting it to be that quick"
"Me neither, lovely surprise though" Carla chuckles "I'm guessing you want to know her name?"
"I do"
"Aziza Susan Barlow"
"Oh, that's such a pretty name, so unique!" Michelle gasps going to wash her hands with the hand sanitizer "I also got your car seat for you so you dont have to go back"
"Oh thank you 'Chelle, I knew you were here for a reason"
"Funny" Michelle pokes her "Can I have a hold?"
"Go on then" Carla rolls her eyes adjusting Aziza, she places her in Michelle's arms watching her friend pout her lips
"She's big, how much did she weigh?"
"Just over eight pounds" Carla grins, Michelle's eyes widen "She's been really good so far"
"She really is amazing, does the name have a meaning?" Michelle questions wanting to know
"It means precious because I thought I was going to lose her a number of times throughout my pregnancy so she is precious"
"I agree" Michelle nods passing Aziza back to Carla who props her up against her chest "Also word on the street Simon wants to see her"
"Oh?" Peter questions "Maybe when we're back home he can come and meet her"
"Ok I'll let Leanne know if I bump into her" Michelle smiles "I also got you some snacks for that postpartum hunger"
"Oh ok" Carla nods as Michelle passes her a bag, Carla peers into "Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate"
"And crisps" Michelle grins
"And crisps…" Carla nods "Thank you so much 'Chelle you're a lifesaver"
"Its what I'm there for" Michelle grins "Anyway I will leave you to enjoy little Aziza whilst I get back to work"
"Hmm thanks, Chelle" Carla smiles watching her leave "And then there were three"
"Can I have a cuddle?" Peter pouts his lips, Carla glances down to Aziza then back up at Peter
"But I want a cuddle" Carla grins, Peter frowns, Aziza wakes up to look at Carla "You're awake now eh?"
"She has your nose"
"Um…is that a good thing or?"
"A very good thing you have a cute nose" Peter grins, Carla frowns glancing down to Aziza
"I dont see if myself" she chuckles slightly "I love you so much, little lady"
"Why dont you two have a sleep together?" Peter questions, "You look exhausted especially after all that pushing"
"Hmm yeah pass us her blanket" Carla smiles adjusting Aziza on her chest, she drapes the blanket over her "Are you going to sleep, sweetheart?"
"She'll be fine chilling on you" Peter whispers sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing Carla on the forehead, Aziza wakes up "Oh no..."
"Hey? What's up baby girl?" Carla questions adjusting Aziza in her arms as she starts to cry "Do you need changing?"
"Here" Peter smiles passing her a nappy and wipes as well as the changing mat, she places Aziza down on it
"I know you hate it, I know" Carla pouts her lips undoing Aziza's baby grow to change her "There we go, all nice and clean now"
"She's going to be a drama queen like you this one" Peter smirks, Carla grins "Now will you sleep, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, we can cuddle cant we?" Carla questions propping Aziza up against her chest and grabbing the blanket to drape over them both "Sleepy-byes"
"Hmm goodnight Aziza" Peter whispers planting a kiss on her head "And goodnight Carla" he kisses her on the lips, she smiles snuggling down into the comfort of the bed, he smiles watching her drift off to sleep protecting their daughter at this point he knew he loved her so much...