'Carla... What are you doing, babe?' Nick asks as he makes his way out of the bedroom around 6am.
'I can't sleep. I feel like shit.' Carla admits leaning on the kitchen counter.
'What's up? You're not still feeling guilty, are you?' He asks causing her to shrug her shoulders.
'I just feel sick.' She replies smiling slightly as he wraps his arms around her waist from behind and rests his head on her shoulder.
'Come back to bed...' He says kissing her cheek.
'Mmm... I just need a glass of water.' She replies turning round in his arms.
'Woah babe... You look terrible.' He says moving one of his hands to gently touch her cheek.
'Thanks.' She mumbles causing him to smile.
'Go back to bed. I'll bring you in a glass of water and a hot water bottle.' He says as she gently rubs her stomach.
'I don't know what I did to deserve you.' She whispers.
'We're not going over this again, Carla.' He says kissing her forehead before going off to get the things for her. She makes her way into the bedroom and climbs back into bed, pulling the covers up over her.
'Here you go.' Nick says as he makes the way into the bedroom a couple of minutes later. He tucks the hot water bottle under the covers so it's resting on her stomach.
'You're amazing.' She whispers.
'Where are you going?' She asks wandering out of the bedroom clutching her hot water bottle to her stomach.
'Just going to see Robert. I won't be long.' He replies pulling his coat on.
'Nick, please don't.' She says glancing at the clock. It's a little after 12pm and she's just woke up again. There's a dull ache in the left side of her stomach and she feels ridiculously nauseous.
'Carla, I can't ignore the fact that he's hurt you. He slept with you when you were vulnerable, that pisses me off. But look at your wrist. He threatened you and clearly held your wrist tight enough to cause that bruising, that makes me want to kill him.' He replies opening the front door and leaving.
Quickly pulling on her jacket she ignores the fact that she's still in her pyjamas and leaves the house, pulling out her phone and sending a quick text to Michelle and Aiden.
To Michelle, Aiden :
Meet me at Bistro please? Nick and Robert.
'Where is he?' Nick asks as he makes his way into the Bistro.
'Where's who? Nick what's going on?' Leanne asks taking in her ex-husband's appearance and instantly sensing the anger.
'Nick, don't...' Carla says as she enters the Bistro, ignoring that shooting pain across her stomach.
'Carla, leave it.' Nick replies as she grabs hold of his arm.
'What's going on here?' Leanne asks as the customers begin to stare over at the commotion.
'Where's Robert?' Nick asks as pulling his arm out of Carla's grasp causing her to grab onto the bar to steady herself.
'I'm right here, mate.' Robert replies making his way out of the kitchen.
'Don't mate me... Enjoy threatening women do you?' Nick asks stepping towards the chef.
'Don't know what you're talking about.' Robert replies smugly.
'She's told me all about what you done, Robert.' Nick says gesturing behind him at Carla who is clutching her stomach.
'Probably not everything.' Robert replies.
'She did actually. I trusted you. I thought you were my mate, I hired you to do the food for our wedding all while you knew that you had slept with my fiancée.' Nick says as Carla reaches for him.
'Nick...' She almost whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she leans on the bar.
'She knew as well, not like I forced her or anything was it? She didn't give a fuck about you that night when she was in bed with me... In fact if I remember right she had a fucking great time.' Robert says and Nick clenches his hand into a fist.
'You bastard!' He shouts as a bang behind him instantly causes the three of them to turn around. Immediately they see Carla on the ground, clutching her stomach as she stares groggily up at the ceiling.
'Steph, call an ambulance please. Andy, clear out the restaurant. Robert, get your stuff... You're fired.' Leanne says as Nick instantly kneels down next to his fiancée.