Carla mumbled and groaned, pushing Peter to the floor before rushing to the bathroom to continue with the mess of last night.

A loud groan from Peter as he hit the floor, Carla didn't mean to but she needed to get to that bathroom and FAST.

Getting up, he yawned and stretched before walking to the bathroom where Carla came out.

"I'm sorry.." she said guilty.

"Don't worry, nothing I can handle" he slightly smiled, secretly his wound aching.

"Oh.. I don't understand why I feel so ill" she groaned, collapsing into Peter's chest as he gently rubbed her back.

"Unlike you to not handle a little stomach bug" he chuckled.

"It's not little! I feel like rubbish Peter! I'm going back to bed" she walked off into the bedroom, the door closing behind her.

He just stood there, taking a deep breath before walking off to the bathroom to get his usual morning shower.

Carla sat down on the bed, looking over to herself in the mirror, Peter was right she does look really pale, looking down.

Getting snuggled down into the huge king sized bed, the duvet cocooning her before she had to remove it, her breasts were just starting to ache.. what was wrong.. everything just aches.

...

Peter walked into the bedroom with his hair soaking, rubbing it dry with the towel and walking over to sit next to Carla.

Tucking the loose strands of her soft hair behind her ear, locking them to place he kissed her forehead.

She gently mumbled but remained asleep.

Scribbling a note and leaving it on the side for her to read he left, however she was sparko for the next good few hours.

Finally waking up just gone mid day, a groan and rub of the eyes as she shouted softly "Peter!"

Sitting up to check her phone but spotting his scribbled message onto the back of an unnecessary piece of mail.

Gone to dads, I will be back later x

Feeling slightly better especially after reading the note Carla walked off into their kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee and sinking into the couch.

Scrolling through to see what was on mid day tv, this wasn't her.. usually she would be nestling into her piles of paperwork.

Neighbours.. The mummy diaries.. Friends.. ITV News..

Turning the tv off because nothing seemed to interest her, grabbing her phone and scrolling through the latest on social media as she downed the hot swirls of her coffee.

Thoughts ran through her head as some friends had posted about their life with kids and pregnancy.. she was having the same symptoms they did? It's not that.. right, no it couldn't be Peter's only just got home he's hardly able to impregnate her that fast and they are careful neither of them had even discussed kids.

Maybe it was just worth it to try, rule out anything? But she couldn't get one from the corner shop, Dev could spill gossip as fast as fire can spread.

She'd have to go to frescho's and get one.. but Peter was not to even know.

Getting ready for the day opting for a jumper and jeans she headed off down to the car, unlocking it and getting in.

Thoughts ran through her head of everything trying to convince her she is not pregnant, it's not possible now surely? Late 40's.. this test would confirm her worries.

...

Which one though.. first response, clear blue? How much! She thought to herself, pregnancy tests have just risen in price..

Grabbing one of each and going to pay.

"That will be.. 16.45" the cashier said, bagging both boxes up.

Carla's eyes widen, giving her the money and taking the bag before walking back to her car, she needed to just get home and find out.

Once she got home, locking herself in the bathroom and taking out both of the boxes, the tests falling out with two pieces of paper explaining all the info.

She'd been here before, she just needs to take the test and wait.

Those dreaded 3 minutes were the longest 3 minutes of her entire life, The suspense, the nerves, the thinking

Pacing the room.. back.. forth.. her phone's alarm counting down.

Suddenly it buzzed.. it was time.. ready to look.

Her stomach filled with so many emotions, she couldn't do it.. but she just had to.

Walking over, she firstly checked the first response.. one dark line.. meaning not pregnant a sudden relief off her shoulders but then a very vague faint pink line laid next to it.

No.. two lines mean positive.. maybe it's a false one?

Panicking she checked clear blue..

PREGNANT

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Dropping it down, her breathing shaky, glancing into the mirror.. pregnant.. again.

No.. this was bad, so bad, she can't have another baby.. not after last time, dropping both tests in the bin, she can't think about this right now.

Her phone buzzed, it was Ken.

Answering "hi.. Ken" wiping the tears that were streaming down her face.

"Carla, it's Peter, you need to get to the hospital now.. I'll explain when you get here" he said, panicking her more but she just had to remain calm stress was the very last thing she could do.

Getting to the hospital Ken filled her in on what had happened, his eyes began to turn yellow again and he was developing a high temperature there are concerns that his body could be rejecting the new liver.

"Is he gonna be okay..?" Carla asked, looking to Ken.

"I honestly couldn't tell you.. the doctor said he is running a few tests" his eyes filled with upset.

Great.. it was bad enough how Carla was feeling so ill how couldn't she see how ill Peter was?

The doctor came out to see the two of them.. "Mrs Barlow?" He asked Carla, wondering who she could be.

"Yeah.. is Peter ok?" She asked, slightly anxious.

The doctor took a long deep breath.. taking a pause as Ken turned to look to Carla, Carla took a sudden gasp, her hand quickly covering her mouth, whilst the doctor informed her just how her struggling husband was..