Authors Note:

Firstly thank you for the reviews, favourites, and follows. You know it means a whole lot to me so keep on doing it. Any feedback is always welcome.

It's also a little difficult for me to get their accents down in a story so I will apologise now, I am trying with those.

Peter awoke with a large groan around eleven that morning. The bed next to him was still warm and he knew from the feel of the sheets (and his head) that he was definitely not at home. The shower was running in the distance and he laid there trying his hardest not to listen to the sound as his head pounded on.

He could have sworn he ended this with Tina. Their whole cheating thing. It wasn't fair to Carla and their incoming child, nor was it fair to Tina.

Yet the drunken heart wants what it wants and clearly he had gotten that last night.

Peter had dropped back to sleep when he felt Tina's slight weight dip in on his side of the bed, if you could even call it that. A mug of coffee gave a muted clatter as it rested upon the bedside table.

"Oi, get up." Tina said, shaking his shoulder.

Peter groaned in response, looking at her with a squinted glare. "How much did I...?" He asked now, palm rubbing at his eyes.

"No idea. You showed up 'ere, off your face, begging for me." Tina informed him nonchalantly.

"And then what?" Peter now asked, forcing himself to sit up with a moan. He clasped the coffee and took a strong drink of the liquid.

"Then what do you think?" Tina huffed at him, standing from the bed with a glare. Her arms crossed over her chest.

Peter looked at her over the mug of coffee that was hovering at his lips, he pulled it away to talk, "I'm hoping you told me to shove off and then made me sleep it off here."

"Are you serious?" Tina asked, one eyebrow raised. "Peter, you told me you loved me. That you wanted me instead of her. What do you think we did?"

After that he understood moments later what was going on. What exactly had happened. Of course he had fucked up once more...

Carla was in the factory on her own as it was lunch time, she was still frantically working on the paperwork that she had stacked across her desk. Her green eyes were locked firmly to the empty desk across from her, however. Pen clutched in hand, work waiting to be read over, yet there she was. Just staring at Peter's desk.

With a sigh Carla forced herself to her feet. She dropped the pen with haste and collected her bag and jacket. A click of her heels echoed behind her as she walked through the empty factory, the sound being lost as she fiddled to grab her keys from her bag. Not wanting to risk this place being robbed over the break, when she got outside Carla locked up the doors and headed across the road.

There was Michelle behind the bar where Carla was happy to see her. Even if she had been a little snippy earlier, there was something about her best friend's face that made her feel welcomed. Almost like her face could make her feel like she was at home no matter the place.

"There ya' are. I was wonderin' when you were gonna show." Michelle said to Carla, giving her a friendly smile despite the small upset of them this morning. It was merely what the both of them did. Disagree and act as if nothing happened ten minutes later.

"Yeah, well, you know me, 'Chelle." Carla said as she took a seat by the bar.

"You're right, I do." Michelle said with her back turned to her friend now. Gathering her a drink she had not yet ordered.

The girls from the factory were busy chatting in one of the other corners of the bar, laughing loudly. "'Ey, girls, you better be back on time y'know. We're an hour behind." Carla reminded them, at least thankful to see the girls that had not yet shown to work today. She had to remind them that she was in and so should they be.

"Yes, Mrs. Barlow." Fiz spoke for the majority of them.

Carla's eyes rolled, she turned to look back at Michelle as the girls were chattering once more. Michelle put an orange juice down in front of Carla with a huff.

"So," Carla said, fishing out some money to pay for the drink, "No sign of me' husband or?"

"You 'aven't seen him yet?" Michelle asked, eyebrows raised.

Carla's head shook, her lips turned into a small frown, "Nope. No sign. I called him, left a message and a text but nothin' yet."

"Well, he was in here not ten minutes ago. I thought he'd come over on his break, y'know."

"He was 'ere?" Carla asked, confused.

"Yeah. He looked a little hungover I must admit. I thought he just popped out for a fag." The woman informed her friend. Watching her expression change from content to one of almost anger. "Is everythin' alright?"

"I can't keep doing this." Carla sighed, looking around the pub. "I can't keep flamin' doing this." Her voice raised now, everyone in the pub was looking to the caramel haired woman.

"C'mon, come to the back." Michelle said to her, looking around those prying eyes. "We'll get a brew and talk." As Carla was walking around to the back she looked at Steve. "I'm taking a break, keep hold of the fort."

"Well 'ang on, 'Chelle, where's Tina?" Steve asked now, then he rolled his eyes.

"I've got no idea, alright?" Michelle spoke as she rose the partition letting Carla walk through. She ushered her into the back with a sigh. "C'mon, I'll put t'kettle on."

"No," Carla said, shaking her head. A shaky hand stroked at her forehead. "I need some fresh air."

Peter had been outside having a cigarette, one leg pressed against the wall of The Rovers when Tina passed him by. Somewhat fuming with him from the fact he stormed out when he knew what time it was that morning.

"There ya' are!" She was yelling, like usual. "We need to talk."

There wasn't much of a chance for him to even stub out his cigarette before Tina tried to tug at his hand.

"Oh yeah, great, let's talk here in front of the whole street." He huffed, glaring at her.

"In the back, Peter, for God's sake." Tina tugged again.

They snuck around the alley way and Tina opened up the back gate with ease like the two of them were used to doing this behind everyone's backs very often.

"Peter, you said you love me." Tina repeated once the gate shut with a clatter. Her voice was raised slightly.

"Look, I was drunk, can we not, Tina." He huffed at her, now looking around the yard with a sigh.

"Oh, you were drunk were ya'? Aren't you always?" She was yelling now.

Tina knew arguing was pointless, she knew he would only deny, deny, deny. Instead she closed the space between them and without hesitation she locked her lips with him. Briefly, not all too passionately. After a few seconds she pulled away to take in his stunned face.

"Well?" Tina asked, Peter still looked stunned. "Did ya' feel anything?" She asked now, like a lost teenager in some clichéd romance film.

Peter, much as she had wished, closed the gap between them again. Kissing her more heatedly. Much like him and alcohol, he wanted what he knew he couldn't and shouldn't have. Without breath he pressed her against the wall. One of Tina's legs hitching up his side.

Unfortunately that was the moment Carla walked outside, Michelle hot on her heels.

"I just-" She was talking as she walked into the fresh air. Stopping dead her words and her steps when she saw the pair. It was hard to tell who was there since she could only see the back of him but there was not a bit of doubt in her mind who it was. Now who was the cheap bitch wrapped around him?

"Peter?" Michelle asked, wide eyed.

Both stopped, Peter stepped away from Tina slowly. All four standing in the yard in a stunned silence.