"He shouldn't have done that.. it's not legally allowed! We ought to report him Carla" Peter ranted, they were home and he kept going on about the doctor who made a move on her.

"Peter it really doesn't matter" she rubbed her eyes, her fingers to join at the nose.

"He made a move on a clearly married woman, he should've seen your ring, he isn't allowed especially not through the patient!" He said.

The doorbell rang and Carla went to answer it.

"Oh just leave then whatever" Peter just scoffed and sulked.

"It might be Michelle! Just chill out Peter" she groaned and opened the door, Michelle was busy pulling the suitcase up the steps.

Carla soon rushed over to help, bringing everything inside before saying "hey.." and pulling her best mate in for a hug, Michelle couldn't help but smile and hug her tight.

The pair haven't seen each other in 20 months? That is ages.. it felt so good for them to just hug each other once more especially with covid around it was really difficult to visit one another but now the restrictions were lifted Michelle was coming to stay.

"Hi Peter" she smiled over to Peter who was sat on the sofa, rubbing carla's arms as she pulled from their hug.

Peter just tightly crossed his arms and watched what was on the tv.

"Oh ignore him he's in a foul mood.. do you want a cuppa?" She said loud enough so that he was able to hear before walking into the kitchen and putting the kettle on as Michelle replied with a please.

"So why's he in a foul mood?" She leant her elbows down on the counter.

"Oh.. don't even, when is he never in a bad mood lately, everything I do touches his nerves, he really needs to take a chill pill" she chuckled, dropping the tea bags then adding the sugar.

"When do you two ever shut it-" he got up and stormed off into the bedroom, a slam of the doors as Michelle's eyes suddenly widened.

"Blimey" she said, watching as Carla looked to the bedroom door.

Carla poured the water and stirred their tea, draining and removing the tea bag whilst the pair of them stood in silence.

A while soon passed, the whole house remained quiet and Peter was still yet to be seen.

Coming over to gently knock on the bedroom door, Carla walked in to see Peter laying in bed, slightly curled thinking over everything.

"Peter.." she said softly, pushing their bedroom shut.

"Mm.. I'm sorry" he replied, sitting up and looking over to him.

"What's got into you today?" She asked, sitting on the other end of the bed.

"Say.. you weren't married with me.. say that we had taken a break from our relationship and that doctor decided to make a move on you would you have done back?" He asked.

"Peter I've already told you.. he's just liking what he saw and who can blame him" she quickly smirked, joking with him "he tried, he failed and that's it, we don't need to think about him, don't spend your day always thinking about some random bloke and what might happen when it never did" she told him, her hands holding his, their fingers interlocked.

"Let's have a baby.." he shuffled over a bit towards his wife, his tone fairly serious.

Her eyes widened, her body moving back, half laughing "what.." she asked, removing his grip.

He didn't know that she actually was pregnant, she'd intended to just book a termination and that was the end of the worry Peter would never ever know.

"I want us to have a baby.. to start trying, it might not even be too late, we can get the tests and check, I want to have a little mini us" he answered.

"Peter.." she said.

"No.. just, think about it, please? I know it's not what you particularly want especially after last time but that doesn't mean it's gonna happen again, I promise I will never ever do anything to even hurt you again.. I want us to have our little family with Simon of course. " he looked her in the eyes.

Her heart suddenly sunk, her stomach twisted, her mind soon racing.

He kissed her, stood up and walked out, she didn't kiss back she just stayed where she was in pure and utter silence.

What does she do now.. Peter wants her to look like an elephant for the majority of 9 months, then push something the size of a watermelon out of her.. was she physically and mentally prepared to do that!?

"Right I'm afraid you're gonna have to crash on the sofa for now babes, I've got a camp bed coming tomorrow you can have but we've not gone one in storage cause can you see me camping?" Carla laughed as the evening came round, Michelle was settling down for the night.

"Was er.. everything ok with Peter this morning?" Michelle asked, dropping a pillow and another onto the sofa.

Carla went silent.. looking down, she remembered about how Peter asked if they could have a baby.

"Oh.. yeah, he's just feeling a bit up and down what with the recovery" Carla answered, almost as if to give her an answer.

That might be why Peter asked for a baby.. he's got a lot on his mind what with the transplant and that was all he could think of I'm sure his feeling would fade it did in the past time.

Once Michelle and Carla exchanged their good nights Carla headed off into the bedroom, shutting their door and climbing into bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed as she took her necklace off, her hair dropping back as she removed the necklace, dropping her rings onto the bedside table.

Peter shuffled over, his hand placed onto her waist "love.." he asked.

"Mm?" Carla replied, taking a drink of water and looking to him.

"Have you thought anymore about.. what was said earlier?" A soft smile on his face as she looked at him.

Does she tell Peter that she's already pregnant and make his whole dreams come true or does she hope that his feelings will pass?