A slightly shorter one, I'm really busy at the moment, sorry!
Simon was loving being with his dad and Carla, there was something relaxing about it and he was able to be settled here, he still went to see his mum and spent the weekends with her but mainly he stayed at Carla and Peter's now. Of course that meant they needed to get the bedroom ready and Simon was allowed to design his own room and Carla couldn't quite decide whether it would be a good thing as she had become very house proud. They were all going to the shops today and Carla was excited because it meant shopping and she loved shopping of any kind and Peter offered to take his family out for lunch so Simon was excited as he didnt have to watch Carla attempt to make lunch or his dad for that matter even if he was ten times better than Carla.
"I feel sick" Carla complains, Peter rolls his eyes peering up from his newspaper "Do you have any pineapple?"
"Is she usually this annoying?" Simon drones, Carla shoots him a look taking the pineapple out of the fridge and chopping it up "Surely thats just going to make you feel worse as it's sweet?"
"He has a point" Peter mutters, Carla just pouts her lips and eats the pineapple anyway "What time are we leaving?"
"A time where I won't have to pull the car over to heave on the side of the road" she comments "So like mid-day or something"
"So we have to deal with you moaning all morning?" Simon rolls his eyes and Peter sniggers causing Carla to chuck a piece of pineapple at him "Woah she is hormonal"
"I'd watch it" Carla holds up the knife and glares at him, Simon just looks at his dad who sighs dramatically placing the paper down and going to hold Carla as well as prying the knife out of her hands
"Hi" she whispers leaning up to kiss him, her fingers raking through his hair as she pushes him against the counter and practically eats his face off
"What on earth?" Simon groans in annoyance "You two are way too old to be doing that"
"Shut up" Carla snaps chucking another piece of pineapple at him before kissing Peter again, Simon just tuts "I love you"
"I love you too" he whispers into her head as she snuggles against his chest, she yawns tiredly and pouts her lips and points to them so he kisses her gently "What do you want to do this morning then?"
"Eat or sleep or both" she nods with a cute grin, he chuckles bending down to kiss her tummy "I'm so hot"
"You are" he smirks, she just bites her lip looking at the stairs, he bites his lip as well "Si I don't suppose you could go out for us could you?"
"Gladly" he rolls his eyes knowing exactly what was going on between the two of them even if they didnt think that he knew "What do you want?"
"Chocolate, you know the one I like" Carla smiles looking at Peter in the eyes neither of them tearing their gaze away from each other "Oh and another pineapple"
"You already have two" Simon points out, Carla just shrugs before glaring at him "Ok, ok I'll get you another pineapple"
"Good" Carla nods with a small smile biting her lip, "I think thats all"
"Right I'll be out of here so you two can do whatever you two do which will no doubt be sex" Simon rolls his eyes, Carla lifts the knife up again "Ok, ok I'm out of here"
"Hmm" Carla hums watching Simon pull a face and leave the house, she immediately grabs Peter and shoves him up roughly against the counter "Hello"
"Please don't hurt me I don't trust you with that knife," he says as she bites her lip and places the knife down on the counter, she returns to kissing him "You need to stop winding Si up as well"
"Uh no thats boring" she rolls her eyes, Peter just sighs and tilts his head to the side "Now can we go upstairs before he gets back?"
"Go on then" he smacks her arse causing her to run up the stairs, he follows like a lovesick puppy...
Simon returned home to his dad and Carla being all over each other, they were constantly kissing and poking each other when they were lying out on the sofa until Carla climbed on top of him and started kissing him causing Simon to feel rather grossed out. Carla fell asleep instantly after that and Peter just held her until they needed to leave to go shopping, Simon made some cheese toasties as Peter was preoccupied with a sleeping Carla lying across half of his body. As soon as she woke up she was fed and if she was honest she was enjoying being waited on hand and foot. They had to wait a substantial amount of time before leaving in case Carla's sickness played up but she seemed good so they made their way to the shopping centre.
"What colour walls do you want?" Carla questions bending down and having a look at the colours "Blue?"
"She's desperate for you to decide Si so she can go clothes shopping don't think we get out of it that easy" Peter nudges his son who laughs slightly
"This one," he says picking up a deep blue colour, almost navy blue
"Looks boring but sure" Carla shrugs taking it off him, Peter immediately takes it off her "Oh Peter liven up it's the size of a grape or something"
"Still I thought we weren't taking any risks," he says passing the paint to Simon again who puts it in the trolley "Now what?"
"A double bed?" Simon bargains, Carla sniggers folding her arms across her chest and looking at Peter
"He's your son" Carla states simply, Simon just rolls his eyes "You decide"
"Well I don't want to say the wrong thing"
"Stop being a wuss Peter" she states with a groan "I'm hungry so hurry up"
"You literally had two cheese toasties" Simon exclaims, Carla just shrugs
"So? If the baby wants food it's getting food so hurry up and decide" Carla sighs looking at some of the colours to get some sort of idea for the baby's nursery for when they needed to decide on that
"Ok fine he can have a double bed"
"Right go and choose one then"
"She's like your flamin' boss" Simon mutters as they walk to the furniture, Carla just hums slightly before frowning
"What?"
"I'm fine" she paints on a smile before pressing a hand to her tummy and the small cramps that were there in the pit of her stomach
"You sure?" he questions as Simon picks out a bed frame, she nods quietly
"I'm just going to pop to the loo," she says quietly needing to check to see if she was bleeding, she walks down the aisle and breathes out gripping onto one of the shelves
"Dad" Simon nods towards Carla, Peter gasps and rushes over to her
"Cramps," she says, he sighs and nods "I just need the loo then I can check, it could just be because the baby's growing"
"Carla I think we should go to the hospital-"
"No just help me to the loo" she snaps, Peter sighs knowing her defences were heightening "It doesn't feel the same as last time"
"Ok fine!" he says looking at Simon who nods so Peter walks Carla to the toilets "I'll wait out here"
"Thank you" she mutters walking into the toilets, Peter sighs leaning against the wall until she reappeared
"What?" he questions, she hugs him causing him to stroke her hair "Carla?"
"There's a little bit of spotting" she whispers "I want to get checked out so can we just pay then go?"
"Of course," he says as he leads her over to Simon "We need to go so we're going to pay then go Si"
"Ok," he says pushing the trolley to an empty check out station, Peter helps Simon load stuff onto the checkout and they pay
"Let's get this in the car then we can go, are you ok to drive?"
"I have to you're not allowed" Carla comments taking her keys out and getting in the car whilst Simon and Peter load their shopping into the boot of Carla's car and then get in the car and she immediately drives off towards the hospital...
The wait seemed like forever, Peter immediately guided her up to maternity and on the way up there her cramps got a little more painful so Peter was immediately scared that she could be losing this baby. Simon decided to stay in the car so Peter could have his whole attention on Carla who was feeling sick with worry so much so one of the midwives gave her a sick bowl as they were brought into a side room because it was offputting for some of the other people who were waiting to be seen. He was rubbing her back gently trying to help her in any way he could as she threw up into the paper sick bowl. Soon enough a midwife came in and Carla was just too fearful to even comprehend what she was saying leaving Peter to speak on behalf of her.
"Cramps, she had cramps," Peter says looking at Carla who nods "She had a miscarriage before and then she had spotting"
"It got a little heavier" Carla whispers, the midwife nods preparing the probe and placing it on Carla's stomach "When I checked like ten minutes ago"
"Ok" the midwife smiles looking at the screen "I can't see any cause for the bleeding"
"Is that a good thing?" Peter questions as Carla squeezes his hand "She's just so scared of losing another baby"
"Everything looks fine" the midwife smiles turning the screen around, Carla breathes out and just cries "I recommend going home and resting just take the weight off for a couple of days and just take some time out to relax"
"Ok" Carla bites her lip "Yeah ok"
"Everything looks ok, a nice strong heartbeat and baby's growing right on track," the midwife says gently "Its also common to get a little bit of bleeding and the cramps are likely because of the baby growing, so your uterus needs to expand to facilitate the size of a baby so you'll most likely have a few cramps"
"Right," Carla says quietly closing her eyes feeling rather stupid now "I just feel a bit stupid now thats all"
"You did the right thing coming in and getting checked especially from looking at your notes. Don't ever feel stupid we completely understand why you would want to get checked out"
"Well, thank you," Carla says quietly wiping her tummy and sliding off the bench "I'll take the weight off for a couple of days"
"I'll make sure she does as well," Peter says rolling his eyes knowing Carla would not want to be fussed over "Let's get you home"
Carla drove home and from that point onwards she was on strict Peter Barlow style bedrest causing her to groan in annoyance. She would not be leaving the bedroom and Peter was sure of it causing her to get rather grumpy and annoyed at the whole thing wishing her body would just cope with being pregnant for once in her life, it made her question whether she would actually have a baby at the end of this as her body seemed to be causing her a lot of problems. All she wanted to do was prove to people that she could be a mother and that she could carry a baby to full term and have the child to prove it but the world seemed to have other plans and she was convinced of that once again.
"Here," Peter says passing her a tray with her dinner on, she sighs and closes her eyes before letting out some tears "Oh baby what's up?"
"It's just everything" she cries, he nods slowly taking the tray and placing it on the side, he immediately hugs her "I just want a pregnancy where there are no complications and I'm not going to have that am I?"
"The midwife said it was common baby"
"This happened before you know before I miscarried, I was spotting then I had these pains then I lost...I just don't want to lose another baby Peter. It's not fair"
"I know it isn't" he gives her a hug as she cries into his shoulder "Tell me what you need from me and I will try and do it for you"
"I just want the baby to stay inside of me until its ready to come out I don't want to have a miscarriage or stillbirth or the baby to come early I just want it to stay put for now"
"And it will, you heard what the midwife said your body is probably preparing for the baby to get a little bigger" Peter whispers into her head "Try not to worry sweetheart until we need to alright?"
"I just want a baby" she cries into his chest, Peter hushes her gently and lifts her up onto his lap as if she was a child, Carla hooks her arms around his middle and her legs above his hips "I want our baby"
"And we will sweetheart" he whispers kissing her on the head as she cries silently now into his chest "Am I going to have to feed you?"
"Stop it" she giggles slightly climbing back into bed, Peter passes Carla the tray of food and she digs in immediately
"Do you want a hot water bottle?"
"I want to go downstairs," she says with a pout of her lips, Peter sighs know he and Simon were down there and she was probably lonely
"Fine come on then" he laments helping her out of bed as they head downstairs "Get up Si madam here needs the sofa"
"Fine" Simon mutters moving over to the armchair so Carla could lie across the sofa, Peter lifts her feet up and places them on his lap before massaging them
"Oh thank you baby" Carla smirks before removing her feet from his lap and changing her position so her head was on his lap instead "That's better"
"Yeah?" Peter questions massaging her scalp gently before placing his hand on her tummy "Any more cramps?"
"Yeah" she nods sadly before sighing "They're less painful, I just feel really unsettled by them"
"I know" he whispers softly into her head causing her to wriggle around, he moves his hand over her tummy gently "Stay in there little one"
"Please" she closes her eyes praying that this baby would stay "Please just stay in there"
"Do you want a hot water bottle?" Peter asks, Carla looks up and shakes her head
"You rubbing my tummy is better" she whispers "I feel close to you"
"I know," he says with a yawn "It's been a long day love"
"It has hospitals always wipe me out, I just want to sleep if I'm honest with you"
"I know" he smirks gesturing for her to shift forward, he lies behind her causing Simon to tut "Oi!"
"You two are gross" Simon grimaces as Carla turns around to kiss Peter who holds her close so she didnt fall "I'm going upstairs"
"Fine be like that" Carla sticks her tongue out at Simon who whacks her with a cushion, she gasps and immediately jumps off the sofa picking up a cushion as well and whacking Simon, Peter gently grabs her rest
"Rest," he says, she groans and nods "You can be children later"
"He started it by calling us gross!"
"Yes well you need to rest" Peter persists, Simon grins before heading upstairs, Carla rolls up her top causing Peter to admire the slight roundedness of her tummy "Hey little one"
"Hmm" she laughs slightly tilting her head to the side "Ugh we're going to have to go maternity shopping"
"We?"
"Yes you are the father of this baby so you will be going shopping with me"
"But-"
"No buts" she shakes her head biting her lip "I don't have Michelle here so it's your turn to step up and do the girly things"
"Girly things?"
"Yes, Peter, girly things. Shopping, talking about gross pregnancy stuff, we also need to decide on the birthing plan as well jointly"
"Oh what a joy"
"This is your unborn child we're talking about here" she raises her eyebrows folding her arms across her chest "Show a bit of respect to them, I'm used to you being all mardy and het up they're not"
"Well they share half of my genes unless you have any other fit blokes knocking around"
"Oh yes so many fit blokes" she smirks hooking her arms around his neck "Would never be as fit and loving as you though"
"I guess that is a bonus," he says suggestively squeezing her arse causing her to squeal "We should get some sleep baby, it's been a long day for you"
"Hm yeah" she nods with a small smile "Sounds good"
"I'll lock up down here then we can head up?"
"Perfect"
Carla woke up feeling rather uncomfortable, she didnt get any sleep last night as she was just full of worry. Peter had a hard time sleeping as a result of her being so restless and all he wanted to do was make it easier for her to deal with. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and Peter gently reached out and touched her shoulder causing her to jump out of her thoughts and offered him a small smile before returning to stare out of the window that was in their bedroom. It was the weekend now and Simon was staying at Leanne's from tonight onwards so Carla and Peter had some time alone without him being there not that they minded as this was his home as much as theirs.
"Are you ok?"
"I need to pee" she states biting her lip, Peter nods slowly with a frown "I don't want to pee"
"But you need to?"
"Yes," she closes her eyes "I don't want there to be any blood..."
"Right," he says quietly "And not peeing is going to change that?"
"Well I won't have to look..." she trails off "But I really need to pee"
"Do you want me to come in the bathroom with you?" he questions, she shakes her head "Ok what do you need me to do then?"
"Um stand in the doorway but not look at me," she says quickly before jumping up and going into the bathroom, he stands in the doorway with his back away from hers
"Everything ok?"
"Yeah there's nothing you can go," she says, he just laughs and closes the door to give her some privacy before climbing back into bed, she appears and jumps in as well "I was scared sorry"
"It's ok I want to help you as much as I can," he says as she snuggles in close to him "What do you want to do today then?"
"What's the weather like?" she asks, Peter grabs his phone and groans "What?"
"Ok don't go off on one-"
"Show me," she says before swiping the phone out of Peter's hand and groaning as well "Please baby, not a family meal"
"What do I say then?"
"Um... sorry I can't go to the meal because I want to rail my wife at home?"
"Carla" he admonishes, she giggles "We are in the mood aren't we?"
"You're just too sexy baby" she shifts onto his body and straddles him "I wanted a lazy day"
"Lazy days involve sleeping baby and I don't think we will be doing much of that will we?" he smirks, she bites her lip and shrugs
"The thought is there and plus I have needs" she whispers into his lips before pecking them, she begins to trace his scar causing him to flinch and Peter to push his hand away "Oh baby..."
"Sorry"
"No, no" she presses her finger softly to his lips and shakes her head, she shifts her body up slightly "Are you feeling a little insecure about it all still?"
"Yeah a little, I can ignore it it's just when it's on show," he says quietly into her head "It just makes me feel uncomfortable"
"I know" she pecks him on the cheek, he moves to capture her lips in his as they build up a rhythm of their tongues gliding around each other and their lips massaging one another's "Hmm my baby..."
"I love you" he murmurs into her lips, she hums and moves her lips to his neck as Peter's hands rest on her hips and it wasn't long until Peter was on top of Carla and Carla was lying on the sheets beneath him...
When they finished Carla decided she wanted to make pancakes randomly, this meant Peter had to walk to the corner shop and get the ingredients as she wouldn't shut up about it. He thought that she was probably trying to become a better cook for the baby when it arrived. When he got back Carla was immediately reading the ingredients in the only cooking book they had between them as neither of them were a big fan of cooking altogether. Peter was there to help her but she was so obsessed with doing it herself and when the time came to flipping the pancakes Peter was convinced that either the fire alarm was going to go down or that he was going to end up dead from Carla's violent flipping antics.
"Ok lets put the pan down"
"No I want to try!" she shouts before pouting her lips and frowning as if she was some sort of spoilt child, she picks up the ladle and puts pancake mixture in the pan
"Carla" Peter groans standing behind her, he watches her try to flip the pancake but it just sticks to the pan causing her to cry "Well..."
"Work you f-"
"No swearing" he scolds, she just slams the pan down on the hob causing him to pick it up and flip the pancake "You didnt leave it long enough"
"I don't care" she snaps before sitting on the armchair "What time are we going to your dads?"
"Are you sure you want to go? I can make an excuse saying I'm not up to it"
"Are you sure?" she questions biting her lip knowing she really wanted to stay here, he nods "Well make your excuses baby we can order in"
"I'll do that now to give you a chance to calm down baby" he whispers pecking her on the head as she gets up and goes into the freezer picking up tub of ice cream and returning to the sofa to wait for Peter's return
"Right excuses made" he says quietly sitting down on the sofa with her, she hums and sits on his lap eating her ice cream before shoving the spoon violently into his mouth "Carla"
"Sorry" she smirks giving him a hug as she continues to eat the ice cream "This morning was good wasn't it?"
"Oh yeah it was great after you fell asleep halfway through round two" he comments, she pouts her lips as the tears fill her eyes "No tears, it's ok baby it wasn't a dig"
"I was tired" she whispers "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough"
"Hey" he says softly tilting her chin up towards his face so he could look at her in the eyes, he pecks her lips tasting the remains of the chocolate ice cream she was devouring "You are perfect in every way shape and form"
"Baby made me tired" she mumbles into his chest, she hums allowing Peter to feel her tummy, she adjusts her position and lies out on the sofa "Look"
"How long do you reckon we'll get away with it?" he chuckles tracing his finger over the slight bump that was there, she just shrugs
"Hopefully as late as possible" she sighs closing her eyes "I'll feel a little more settled after the twenty week scan"
"I know" he says quietly massaging her scalp as he hears the letterbox, "Ah post"
"Oh joy" she rolls her eyes before letting out a tired sigh, she allows him to collect the post
"For you" he says passing her a letter, she tears it open and groans "An appointment with the kidney doctor and a letter for the twelve week scan"
"Are you ok?" he checks with her, she nods "I'll be here whatever happens ok?"
"I know you will, you've proven yourself so far and that means it's only up from here baby" she smirks stretching her legs after tossing the letters onto the coffee table "I can't wait to see this little mite again"
"Yeah I just love looking at it on the screen" he says tickling her tummy, she just smiles and nods "Then it'll be a couple of months until we can find out the gender"
"I know" she beams "We can actually work on designing a nursery and collecting things for them"
"Hmm" he hums bending down and kissing her tummy "And I can't wait to hold them, love them and have cuddles with you both"
"Yeah family cuddles" she whispers thinking about it blissfully "I can't believe this might actually work out for us"
"Neither" he chuckles slightly "But its a good thing. Right?"
"More than good, perfect"