"Mrs Barlow your husband was on the edge of his body rejecting his liver however we have managed to stop it, we would like him to come back in a few weeks time just for another initial checkup." The doctor informed Carla

She gasped with relief and put her hands over her mouth, the fear disappearing.

"You can go see him now if you would like to, he's in room 104" the doctor nodded and walked off.

Before Ken could stop her Carla rushed to see her husband, walking into his room where he began to groan and sit up.

"Peter.." she came over and helped him by putting pillows behind his back.

"I'm fine.." he winced.

"Well obviously not" she looked him in the eye and sat down.

"Why didn't you at least say something" she asked, her face slightly disappointed

He ran his fingers through hers and stroked her knuckles before Ken walked in, concerned for his son.

"Don't.. I don't want a lecture" Peter looked to Carla who just looked around.

"I just wanted to say.. I still think that you should move back in with me at least for a couple of months until you feel better" he said, suggesting the idea to his son.

"What, no.." Carla looked to Peter, they hadn't even had chance to properly get everything ready in their new home they were just adjusting and now he's leaving?

"Dad.. I've already said I'm not doing that and Carla's at home so she can help me if anything did happen" he stroked her hand, reassuring her it was going to be a fight to get him to move back into No.1.

"Carla's got work, her own family! She can't be at home 24/7 nothing will keep her home so you need to be with me where I can keep a close eye on you" Ken pointed out.

"No dad, I'm not moving back in!" Peter yelled.

Before anyone knew it Carla's phone began to ring, excusing herself she left the room to go answer the call.

"See, she'll leave you to answer a call about work, she's too busy to look after you Peter! What if she wasn't home and something had happened to you?" Ken answered.

"We don't know that that was a work call and I'm a grown man! I don't need to be living with me own dad. I love Carla, it's why I married her and why I live with her!" he looked straight out of the window to Carla who was smiling and laughing to the other end of her call.

"I always knew it was a mistake for you to start to think about even getting back with her, her life is too busy and you're too ill for you to be together you just need to see that!" Ken groaned.

"Get out.." Peter sniped, looking to Ken who stood completely still.

"Get out! I don't want you here if you're just going to be slagging Carla off get out!" He yelled once again.

Ken slowly began to leave, hearing Carla on the phone down the corridor "yes Chelle, I'll send it over yes!" A laugh followed by a "I love you.. look I'll talk to you later ok? Ta ra!" She smiled and hung up.

Walking out of the hospital feeling slightly guilty for the accusation Carla had been on to the phone with a client, Carla walked back into Peter's room where he was trying to get up.

"Hey.. you know you can't do that until the doctor removes all of these wires and fiddly tubes" she came over with a gentle smile on her face as she helped him to lie back down, removing the tubes out of his way.

"Who was you chatting to on the phone?" He asked.

"Oh.. Chelle" stroking his hair she took her hand.

"Oh right.. everything ok there?" Making conversation, he looked up at his wife to take away the annoyance of constantly have to lie down.

"She's coming back for a few days and I've told her she can stay with us.." she said quietly, as to make it not a big deal but no Peter heard and he flipped.

"What, Carla! Do you know how awkward that will be, her kipping on our couch, she wasn't exactly my biggest fan" he huffed.

"Look I know! But where else is she meant to stay?" Carla questioned to which Peter looked away not able to give her an answer.

"Baby please?" She asked, stroking the palm of his hand with her thumb.

"Hm.. ok fine but for how long?" He rolled back over and looked to her.

"Just a few days to a few weeks.." she whispered a few weeks as quietly as she could.

"What!?" He groaned, not wanting to argue so just fully giving in.

But Carla had no idea how she was gonna tell him about the baby.. if he's already annoyed about Chelle maybe she'll just wait slightly longer I mean what he doesn't know won't hurt him.. right? Besides she doesn't know if she wants to keep it yet.

But.. she could keep it and they would have a second chance of having a baby they never had, Peter's deep eyes, his soft lips, his jet black hair, his iccle nose, a laugh exactly like his.. into one little baby, it would be everything she could ever want and need.

The doctor came in, preparing to discharge Peter home.

He was a tall fair man, his biceps full, the blue of his veins on show running through his wrists, a grinning smile as he softly smiled to the Mrs Barlow who was ready to be able to take her husband home.

Walking past Carla and brushing his hand against hers, linking his pinky under her finger before putting on the professional view and walking over to Peter.

"Oi, keep your hands and eyes away from my wife.." Peter snarled, he always had to fight every single man for her but who could blame her really, I mean just look at her, she's stunning.

Carla looked on to the two men.. this was one she weren't to get involved in.