Kind of weird/ unfinished ending! Sorry but I'm so tired but promised someone an update!

She couldn't believe it, he'd been so lovely about it, so kind, so unlike Frank. He really did love her, and part of her had wanted him to shout, wanted him to get angry and tell her she was a worthless cow who didn't deserve him.

But he hadn't.

He'd left her with a kiss and the most heartbreaking of hugs, cuddles Henry close to chest and kissed his head, telling him he'd always be there if he needed him.

And then he'd left.

She'd told him to stay, said she would leave, god half of her had wanted to tell him he should keep Henry, he was so much better with him than her, but he's refused, telling her she needed to stay, and that they'd sort something out with the house, but for now she needed it more than him and he'd stay with his parents.

…

Carla sat on the edge of couch, she felt numb, seeing Dean's red eyes, tears rolling reluctantly down his cheeks. Such a stark contrast to Frank. She sighed and looked over at Henry who was lying in his moses basket, wrapped loosely in a fleecy blanket, looking rather lost.

Then she heard the tap on the door. She got up, hoping it wasn't Leanne, screaming with hurt and rage. Fortunately, it wasn't, Peter stood there. She could tell he'd been crying, and so opened her arms up to embrace him.

'It's done now' he whispered into her hair, holding her tightly. 'No more lies Peter, no more secrets' Carla said, relieved to finally be his, and he hers.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, relishing in their new found love and freedom and mourning the two loves they'd both lost.

'Is.. he here?' Peter asked as Carla shook her head.

'God no, he's gone to stay with his Mum, oh Peter he was so lovely, but I've hurt him so badly' Carla said shutting the door and walking into the lounge.

'I'm sorry.. I didn't want you to hurt him' Peter said.

'Don't be sorry Peter.. please don't be sorry.. we've both hurt.. them.. each other.. and I can't forget I was the one who started all this.. chasing you back then..' Carla said.

Peter nodded, his eyes searching for Henry.

'Suppose you better get a proper introduction..' Carla said apprehensively, she didn't even feel like she knew Henry, she was dreading the next few days.

Peter felt his heart burst with love when he saw his tiny son lying in his basket. He took his coat of, throwing it on the couch before wondering over to Henry. It felt so different this time, knowing Dean wouldn't walk in and play the doting father. Carla left the room and went to put the kettle on as Peter carefully picked up Henry.

'Hey Mr' Peter said softly, cupping Henry's head in his hand. He sat down, gazing at his son, his fists clenched and his little legs dangling over Peter's arm. He looked up at Peter, confused and sleepy. 'You've got your mums eyes' Peter smiled noticing the sparkling green tint to them. Henry let out a little grumble, stretching his arms and wriggling in Peter's arms.

'Right little beauty he is' Peter said as Carla walked into the room.

'Hey, what's that face for' Peter said noticing the nervous look upon Carla's face.

'I told you Peter.. I'm no good with him' Carla said.

'I don't believe that for a second' Peter said looking back down at Henry.

'See, you've known him for five minutes and he's already settled.. he just cries with me' Carla said sitting beside Peter and looking down at Henry his arms.

'You're just down on yourself' Peter said, carefully placing Henry on his lap, and using his free arm to wrap round Carla's waist.

'I don't feel like a mum.. I don't want to be one' Carla sighed.

'This is meant to be special Car, me and you together, him.. our baby' Peter said.

Carla smiled a little, when he put it like that it didn't sound so bad.

'I wish I'd been there' Peter said.

'Where?' Carla asked.

'His birth, I can't believe I wasn't by your side' Peter said.

'You are now' Carla said.

'But I didn't get to hold him, hold your hand.. I already feel like I've missed out on so much' Peter said wishing he'd been there 27 days ago when his son had been born.

'You were there in my head' Carla said, remembering that despite everything it had been Peter she thought of to get her through the painful birth.

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'Oh, I reckon he's hungry Car' Peter said as Henry's lips puckered and he let out an uncomfortable wail. Carla frowned 'Oh..' she said wandering into the kitchen and searching for a bottle. Peter picked Henry up, laying him gently against his chest and followed Carla in. 'What are you looking for?' Peter asked her. 'A bottle.. and some formula.. I don't know where.. Dean keeps them' Carla said as Peter realised she really had distanced herself from her son, it was bad enough she wasn't feeding him herself, but she didn't even know how or where his bottles were.

'Shouldn't you.. try feeding him yourself' Peter suggested hopefully, thinking it would help Carla bond with him.

Carla gave him a look of almost disgust. 'No, why would I do that' she said and continued searching for the bottles.

Eventually she found one, washing it under the tap. 'You have to warm it up' Peter said as Carla passed it to him.

She slammed the bottle down on the counter. 'See, I don't know what to do, I can't do this Peter' she cried, realising without Dean she was lost. 'Hey, shush, Car, calm down, please, don't cry, you take him and I'll do the bottle' Peter said calmly. 'Bet your regretting this already' Carla said reluctantly taking Henry into her arms, holding him awkwardly, away from her body. He began to cry more loudly, uncomfortable in her arms. 'I don't regret anything' Peter said as he boiled the kettle up.

…

'Just hold him, like that' Peter said gently helping Carla into a better position with Henry on the couch. 'I don't like it Peter' Carla said, as Henry felt strange and alien in her arms. 'It's just new to you' Peter said, shuffling closer to her and rubbing the teat of the bottle against Henry's lips. 'Now you take it' Peter said, encouraging Carla to be more hands on. Henry quickly began to feed from the bottle, his little eyes closing contentedly as Carla nervously held the bottle.

'No Peter, take him' Carla said after a few minutes, feeling tense and uneasy. Peter took him from her, noting how uncomfortable Carla looked, her eyes narrowed and biting her lip.