Well I wasn't going to continue this but after some lovely reviews I've decided to carry on and see where it goes! Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think :)

Nick's POV
Another painful night has passed with you not here, you not curled in my arms, your gentle breaths absent from the air.

I lie where you should be lay. Your favourite perfume still lingering on the pillow. If I keep my eyes closed I can pretend you're there.

But as my eyes open I am faced with the harsh reality of knowing you're hundreds of miles away. My dreams again dashed.

Carla's POV
You were there, I could see you Nick. I was almost touching you but the headlamps beat me to it. You were gone.

I spring up shaking from the terror of my latest nightmare. One where we were so close and it was snatched away from us. I've only got myself to blame. That's what I did to us.

As my chest slowly regains its natural rise and fall I sink back into the bed. Our bed. What was so nearly our bed. My hand assumes its newest position. Not around the stem of a glass but around the slight swell that holds the future. A future that I've still not found the courage to share with you.

I nearly found the strength to call you yesterday. To tell you that you were going to be a daddy again. I found your name on my phone but I couldn't press call. I couldn't bare the thought of hearing your voice, so far away.

I was scared. Scared that you would hate me for taking our precious baby so far from you, scared that you'd think I was trapping you, scared that you'd only come back for the sake of our baby. I was also scared that if I heard your voice again I wouldn't be able to cope.

How could I cope knowing that you were so far away from me and probably hating me for ruining us and our family.

Nick's POV
I managed the get myself up this morning, only dragging myself into the kitchen to find an array of bottles scattered around, a reminder of the pain I'm so desperate to forget.

It's like without you a part of me is missing. A part of me that I'm trying to fill. I've tried to fill the gap with anger, tried with tears, tried with self pity and the burn of alcohol is my next trial. I wish something could take away the painful emptiness I've been left with.

I keep my phone with me all the time, hoping maybe one time it'll be your name that lights up the screen. Your name that flashes up rather than all the pathetic well wishes people seem to think I care about.

I wanted to phone you this morning. Before I took my first gulp of vodka I wanted to ring you. I wanted to say "I'm sorry" I wanted to tell you that I didn't mean to shout, to scare you. I wanted to tell you that I forgave you and I know you didn't intend for any of it to happen like it did. I didn't do it because I saw your face and how scared you were, scared to be with me. Why would you want to speak to me? You're better off without me.

Half an hour later I still wanted to ring you. Only this time I wanted to say "it's your fault" I wanted to shout at you, tell you that you ruined everything we had. I wanted to tell you how much I hated you, how you have hurt me in the end. But I didn't. I knew that the words would hurt too much to say, I knew deep down that those words were lies, they were empty words.

Carla's POV
I feel so lost rattling around in our family home. A family home that didn't see one day as a family. Now all it will hold is a broken home. A home that I couldn't keep together, not even for one day.

I wish we'd had our day. Just our one special day. I remember being so angry at Peter because he couldn't give us one happy day but then I realised I couldn't give that to you.

I don't regret you finding out the truth Nick. I wanted to tell you, I hated hiding such a big thing from you. You'd taught me to be honest. I felt like I could be open and myself with you. You trusted me and I trusted you. That's how we worked. I was wrong to let you trust me. You should have kept me on a leash, for both our sakes, that way I couldn't have hurt you.

I only regret the way the truth had to come out. The way that all eyes were on us. The way we had no privacy to talk things through and silently go our separate ways. Maybe you thought you were doing the decent thing by saying you'd forgiven me and marrying me in front of everybody but I could see the broken heart and soul behind your glossy eyes.

Being able to call you my husband was a privilege even if it was only for one previous moment. Despite everything else you were mine. My husband. The father to our child, a child that you had no idea we were sharing our day with.

I don't even know if we're still married anymore. You told me you were having our marriage annulled. I couldn't blame you. It was the least I deserved given how I left you. I didn't deserve to be called your wife, to be Carla Tilsley.

Nick's POV
I've managed by now to sleep off my latest round of boozing but only for now.

I drag myself into the bathroom and catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I've not had a shower or shaved for days. I look a disgrace. I've been wallowing in self pity for days now. I don't deserve to be your husband in a state like this. If you turned up at the door now you'd see the mess I was and leave me again.

I've decided that now is the moment. Now is the moment that I'm going to freshen up and get my wife back. My beautiful, gorgeous, sexy wife who I cannot bare to spend another minute without in my arms.

I know I told you that I was going to have our marriage annulled. I haven't. I won't. I can't. Not yet. Not until I've tried, I am not losing you without a fight.

As I take my face back to the little stubble that I know you love and tidy up my hair I know I am ready for you. I've tidied up our flat and worked out how to use the coffee machine. I have my phone ready at the table and I'm ready to call you "my wife"

Carla's POV
It seems like so long since I last ventured into the world. I am so lost here. I have nothing and no one. I have nobody to talk to, nobody who I even know of. I shouldn't be here alone. Nick you should be here with me, we should be strolling along the beach hand in hand planning all the family outings we could have.

I have managed to stop being sick just long enough to get myself dressed. Dressed for what I don't know. I know today will be another day dreaming of the life we could have had whilst breaking at the reality of that life.

Today I have even managed to try and eat, as the toast pops up I run to the bathroom to once again be sick. This is becoming torture. Being here on my own.

I know if you were here your hands would hold my hair back, gently rub my back, hold me whilst I cry and tell me that it would all be ok and worth it when the three of us were home together.

Right now I don't know if it is worth it. I'm sat here crying on my own. Crying for everything I've managed to ruin once again.

I need you Nick. Please just say you need me too. But why would you need me? I've caused you nothing but pain but now is the moment. I can't do it on my own anymore. I have to tell you the truth.

I take my phone out of my back pocket and find "My Nicky" I take one final deep breath and press call.

I hear the dialling tone and quietly beg "please Nick, I need you"