Chapter 13:
2 weeks had passed and Carla and Peter were still getting to grips with their loss. They had told Simon and he was devastated. He was staying with Ken and Deirdre at the moment.
"Do you fancy going to the pub? You've been cooked up in this flat for 2 weeks" Peter suggested one night.
"I suppose then. Might get it out of the way." Carla replied and they got their coats and headed for the door.
Tracey walked over to them in the pub.
"I'm really sorry. I know exactly what you're going through right now, Carla and it's the most hardest thing ever but you're a fighter." She said.
Carla smiled at how nice Tracey was being. She was never like this.
"Thanks Tracey" she said, smiling.
Peter got them drinks and they sat down. They chatted for a while and all of a sudden Peter stood up.
"What are you doing?" Carla asked, confused.
Peter got down on one knee and Carla's mouth fell open in shock.
"Carla Connor, I love you. You mean everything to me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" he said, pulling a ring from his pocket.
The whole pub was watching them.
"Yes!" Carla squealed.
Peter got up and hugged her.
Carla then turned to look at Peter and had a tear falling from her cheek.
"Hey, what's wrong? I hope they're happy tears" Peter said, wiping them away.
Carla nodded.
"They are. Very happy tears" she said.
Peter smiled at her.
Leanne, who had returned that night walked into the pub.
"Someone celebrating?" she asked Stella, her mum.
"Leanne…" Stella said, nodding to Carla and Peter.
"Look who it is… Mr Scumbag Barlow and Mrs Home wrecker Connor." Leanne said.
"Lea, please. You have no idea what we've been through these past few weeks." Peter said.
"Oh yeah? You've been through a tough time, Peter? Try being me… Having the love of your life torn away from you by your best friend" Leanne said.
"Leanne, please. Stop it now." Carla said, standing up.
"I'll stop it when I want to stop it, Carla" she said.
"No. You'll stop it now." Carla said, getting angry.
"Ooh. Somebody's getting a little annoyed, are they?" Leanne said.
Carla slapped her.
"You have no idea! We lost a baby two weeks ago so don't you dare come in here and start giving me and Peter grief." Carla shouted.
"Car, leave it. It's not worth the hassle." Peter said, leading her out of the pub.
They heard shouting coming from the Webster's front garden. Carla looked across and saw Frank and Sally having an argument.
"How dare you? How dare you think you can cheat on me behind my back?" Sally shouted.
"Sal, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Frank begged.
"No. I hate you so much right now. I could kill you." Sally said, slamming the front door in his face.
Frank turned round and saw Carla standing there with Peter. It was the first time they'd seen each other since the loss of their baby.
Carla stormed over to him.
"Do you know what you did to me?" she shouted.
"Carla, please. Let's just go" Peter said.
"You killed our baby!" Carla said to Frank.
"Yeah, and do you know what? I enjoyed it." Frank said back to her.
"I hate you." Carla said, plunging herself forward at Frank. She was hitting him and scratching his face.
Peter pulled her off him.
"Carla! Get off him!" he shouted at her.
Carla started crying. She was so angry with Leanne and Frank. She leaned into Peter, her arms wrapped around him. Frank was stood in front of them.
"Go away, you murderer." Peter said to him.
Frank, for once walked away and didn't say a word.
Peter then stood hugging Carla in the middle of the street for a while before taking her home.