Searching the back of the pub Liam found the bathrooms empty eventually bringing him the the small garden of the pub containing the Small smoking area consisting of bench seats and a conventional put up roof for the rainy day. Luckily today they didn't have to rely on the unsteady looking sheets of plastic to keep dry as it was a relatively nice day. Liam turned the corner as he left the pub scanning the garden. It was bare of people apart from one. Carla was sitting on the bench at the far end of the smoking area. She jumped up at his presence desperately looking for a way to get round him and back to the pub. She didn't want to have this conversation now and defiantly not here but she didn't feel like she wasn't going to have much of an option.

As she made one final attempt to side step Liam he stretched out a long arm and yapping her wrist pulled her to the side until she was parallel to him/her face below his. On her flats loam seemed to tower over her. It seemed to be one of the reasons she constantly strode around in her heels, not necessarily for height but to show the world not to look down on her, she was no child, nothing less than they where. But here without her heels or lipstick she looked natural and pure. She looked scared and fragile.
'we need to talk' he told her his voice was soft and calm but the anger hiding behind was clear. She didn't look up to him just stared to the right at one of the smoking areas benches. A patch had been worn down. The red paint was now more a brown colour with sharp dents taken out of the wood.
'no we dont' she replied her voice quiet and shaky
'Carla this isn't just going to go away!' he said his tone rising to almost a shout forcing her to look at him.
'I know that Liam' she shouted back. He voice contained her aggressive confident tone and Liam fell back to his softened tone.
'then let's talk' he insisted
'it's not that easy!' she argued returning to stare at the rotting patch of wood.
'why not' he questioned putting a hand to her chin and pulling it to face him 'I love you we cam be together, me you and our baby'
'doesn't this all sound a bit familiar' Carla interjected
'no' Liam in sited angrily knowing exactly what Carla was referring to.
'oh come on Liam she laughed sarcastically the way she did. 'you knocked up Maria so you marked her so you could be a family.'
'I didint love Maria I love you' he in sited
'well that's not what you said then'
'I was confused'
'no Liam that's how you felt, then and Maby now you feel differently' she was cut of but Liam
'there's no Maby about it' he insisted
'anyhow what about tomorrow when this all becomes real, when the baby's orn' she trailed off 'if it's born' she muttered correcting herself. Liam felt like a knife had been slid in between his ribs.
'what! He shouted 'you can't get rid of it'
'why not' she shouted back
'because it's not just yours'
'it might not be yours at all! Or have you forgotten about Tony' she said sarcastically. the knife in liams chest was turning and tightening and Carla held the handle. After a moments recovery Liam continued
'well from Tonys reaction I think you'll have a task convincing him.' Carla and Liam fell silent they had both reattached an end to there insults and attacks they knew they had reattached an agreed point
'I wouldn't care' Liam said suddenly
'what?' she asked softly. He picked up her arms and held them to his chest
'if it was Tonys I'd still love it because it's part of you'
'Liam!' Carla moaned
'it's true believe me'
'oh liam' she released one hand brushing it against his cheek 'I do, I want to but..' she trailed off
'I know I hurt you but I want you'
'Liam you wanted Maria and look how that turned out. And however similar the situation, I'm not Maria you should know better than anybody'
'I do' he nodded 'I'll end it'
'what?' she asked sup prised
'now I'll go in there and tell Maria it's over, I'll prove to you I'm serious about us. I'll say I want a divorce'
'Liam' Carla began
'I'm serious' he assured her
'it's easy to say but' she stopped half way. Through her sentence at the sound of footsteps coming from inside the pub. Carla grabbed her Other hand back that Liam had still been holding and crossed them across her stomach.
'are you two out here' came Michelle's voice. Neither of them replied
'fine tell michelle' Carla said. Liam looked at her without saying a word and turned back to the door.

Michelle appeared and sighed at the sight of them standing in the small garden of the pub.
'finally, what are you two doing out here your meant to be celebrating' she said standing in the doorway
'sorry' began Liam 'the thing is me and Carla we've been...' Liam stopped his sentence when Carla placed her hand n his arm. He turned to see her
'he was pestering me about work' Carla finished 'as I haven't been in for a few day's
'for god sake Liam Michelle moaned looking at him dissatisfactory 'can't you look after things for two days!'
'you would have though so' laughed Carla 'sorry chell well be in in a min'
'okay but any longer and I'm coming back to get you two personally' she warned before disappearing inside.

Liam whipped round to face Carla.
'why did you do that?' he insisted in a hushed voice 'I would have told her'
'I know' admitted Carla nodding before either of them could continue Michelle appeared at the door again
'actual' she began drawing Liam to spin back round 'no more miss nice guy were supposed to be celebrating ow get in here' she said striding over and grabbing carlas arm dragging her inside as Liam followed solemnly dragging his feet.

'finally retrieved them' said Michelle as the entered the pub. She returned to her space behind the bar and Carla and Liam returned to there seats. Tony could help him self by revel in the misery on liams face. The tension proved evidence fore the aftermath of an argument. Carla looked a Liam briefly feeling his fiery gaze blaze her skin. She turned away again before Liam piped up. Tony seemed to be emerged in a conversation with Steve and Michelle was busy serving so Carla was clear to listen in.
'Maria I need to talk to you' began Liam
'you alright Hun?' she asked sipping her drink
'no not really' he sighed staring at Carla. Maria followed his gaze confused
'what's up' she insisted assuming Carla had said something. Listening Carla panicked. She knew what Liam was threatening to do and however much she wanted it or it pained her to stop she had to.
'tony' she said speaking loudly so Liam paused his conversation and Tony was drawn away from his with Steve.
'mm' he said still looking at Steve
'I don't feel great I'm going to go' she said. Tony looked at her
'oh Hun you look pale' he said putting a hand to her forehead
'I'm fine just want to go'
'he's right you do' agreed Steve. Carla unsteadily go tot her feet Tony luckily wasn't far behind.
'what's up?' Michelle asked returning to the group
'Carla and Tony are making a move she doesn't feel great' Steve told her
'oh carla' cued Michelle
Carla took a step forward she could feel her head start to spin and the unwelcome black sheet attempt to fall across her vision. She stumbled sideways looking to normal linters rather like a drunk. Liam jumped to his feet defensively but Tony was already behind her. Holding out his arm he caught Carla before she could stumble to the floor. She didn't pass out but was slightly disorientated
'carla' Michelle gasped clasping her hands to her mouth
'bring her out the back' Steve suggested to Tony
'no I'm fine' Carla tried to insist struggling to get back to her feet. ignoring her Tony put his arm around her waist and putting Carla over his shoulder helped her into Michelle and steves sitting room. Tense and shocked Liam began to follow.
'maybe we should give them some space' Maria told him but Liam didn't respond instead he ran to the back of the pub where Tony was sitting with Carla on the sofa stroking her hair behind her ear like he did. He felt angry that he couldn't do that for her and as she looked up the where he stood Carla could tell what Liam was thinking. How he felt. She felt it too. Michelle returned with a glass of waited and handed it to Carla she thanked her and sipped it slowly. Steve manned the bar as Michelle stayed out back.
'I'm fine now' Carla insisted she hated the feeling of being helpless or needing them to help her. 'we should go' she said to Tony
He nodded
'let me help you though' he insisted and she unwillingly agreed knowing it was her only option.
'thanks cheel' she smiled
'no worrys' Michelle said shaking her head still slightly shocked by the whole situation
'I'll see you tomorrow' she said to Liam as she passed him on there way out of the room.
'I doubt it' interrupted Tony. Carla didn't say anything but was visible angered by his commands. Tony was controlling and it destroyed Liam to watch him manipulate Carla. He often though about how he had tried to warn her of him when they started dating, he even stalked his ex wife. He knew he was right but then again she had tried to warn him off Maria and look how that had ended. Guess they where more similar then they had hoped that he did see her tomorrow and didn't have to spend the whole day with Tony again.

Liam unlocked the door to the small terraced house he shared with Maria. Storming inside she silently closed it behind her and followed him in. He had been in a foul mood all evening although it seemed to have got suddenly worse when he came back from conversing with Carla. Maria therefore jumped to the conclusion that the bitch must have done her best at winding her up once again. Liam fell onto the sofa whilst Maria glided to the cut hen and flicked on the kettle collecting two mugs from the cubord
'cuppa or beer?' she called into the living room
'whatever' he called back. Maria closed the door and made two cups of tea. She caries them to the sofa placing liams on the coffee table and sitting beside him with her own. He had flicked on the telly and was aimlessly surfing through channel after channel of adverts and re runs. Settling into her seat Maria blew on her coffee staring at the screen she said.
'so it's sup prising about Carla and tony'
'yu' Liam grunted
'it's just I couldn't really see our Carla as the most maternal type' she said imertating Carla voice on the 'our'.
'suppose' he grumbled trying not to be drawn in by marias snipes
'she doesn't exactly live the child friendly lifestyle either' she continued sitting at her mug. Liam clenched his teeth confident he wouldn't respond.
'I mean I don't think IV ever even seen her with a kid' she smirked. As hard as he tried what Liam said next couldn't be helped. It slipped out of his mouth like word vomit.
'she might not act the most sensitive but when micelles Dean died she was like a rock to Ryan. When we where all falling apart she kept it together for the sake of a little boy who lost his dad.' his tone was snappy and harsh. Maria was silenced by the sudden outburst drawing back into her seat.
'right' she finally said 'well perhaps shell make mother of the year' she said sarcastically 'but let's see how she deals with the baby weight first' she sniped before getting up and clearly upset and angered by liams outburst stormed upstairs to bed. Liam sat for the next hour flicking through channels. He felt ashamed but the argument with Maria didn't even bother him. All he could focus on was Carla.