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"It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, wishing I'd realised what I had when you were mine, I go back to December all the time... Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming but if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right."
Later that evening, Carla lay sleeping peacefully on Peters chest, her lashes fluttering softly on his skin as her body relaxed completely against his.
Peter stroked her hair tenderly, awake himself, unable to nap when he was trying to take in everything that had happened in the last few hours. She had had his devoted attention for hours, even when she'd drifted into a blissful sleep across his chest a short while ago, he was unable to tear his eyes away. His fingertips caressed her soft skin and a smile never left his lips.
"There's something wrong with the wiring in my head I think, baby." Peter spoke for himself, thinking out loud and not realising Carla was now half awake. She didn't alert him to the fact she was listening, intrigued.
"How could I hurt you? How could I ever hurt you." Carla tried not to flinch at the memory, "All the things that 'ave happened to me. The things that are meant to shock ya, make ya change, be a better person. They didn't work. I nearly died more than once. Lost custody of my son, been in prison for a murder I didn't do. Watched you nearly kill yourself.. I nearly lost ya. And I still didn't stop thinking about me. Me, me, bloody me." He sighed sadly at himself, "But I think having you, everyday... Waking up to you, loving you and then... not. You were gone and you hated me so much. I did that, I made that happen. But it's changed me baby. I'm not that person anymore, I swear. I ain't perfect, I'm far from perfect but I'm better. You make me better."
Peter still stroked her skin, kissing her hair occasionally, oblivious to Carla listening still, "I was a rubbish partner and an even worse husband. I know that now. At the time I didn't see it, couldn't see it. I treated you so badly, I don't know why you ever stuck by me for so long. The things I said..." he let his lips linger on her head, lovingly, "If you ever decide to give this another go, Car'.. If you take me back, I promise I will be the man you deserve. I'll treat ya like a queen, like you deserve. I'll always put you first and I'll always, always love you. I love you so much sweetheart, I always will."
Carla lay silently, listening to his every word, taking it all in and chewing on her lip as she thought.
"I love you too, Peter." Her voice was quiet and groggy from sleep but the honestly, the love, the joy were all there. Peter looked down at her, confused, "I love you too..." She whispered again, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
Carla shook her head as she pulled on her jacket later that evening, leaning down and giving Peter a quick kiss, "I don't mind, honestly! I'm only going to the chippy, not Timbuk-flaming-tu!" She joked softly, ruffling his hair. "Aye I know love, but are you sure you don't want me to go?" Peter smiled lovingly up at her from the sofa, feeling so at ease in her flat already. "I told ya, I'll be fine. Besides, you really think I'd let you outta that door yet?" Carla joked softly, "See ya in a bit, lover boy." She quipped as she headed out, making her way to the chippy with a daft grin permanently attached to her lips.
She frowned softly as she saw a young boy kicking a football around outside, heading over to him quickly, carrying hers and Peter's chippy tea, "Si, that you?" She tilted her head as she got closer, realising it was indeed Peter's son. "Eh, it's late, shouldn't you be in bed or summit?" She frowned softly, obviously concerned about him, having grown fond of Simon over the last year.
Simon shrugged, sighing as he picked up his football, standing in front her her, "Mum's in the Bistro with Nick so I'm just waiting out here til she's done, you know what mums like once she starts." He moved his hand to show Carla he meant she was a chatterbox, making her laugh as she led him over to the steps of underworld, sitting beside her, "Are you back with me dad? Cos mum said she saw you together earlier.." Carla quickly interrupted, "No! No I am not, don't be so daft, Si." She shook her head softly, nudging him with her elbow, "Hey, anyway, I sat you here to question you, not the other way round!" She joked with a small smirk, making Simon laugh softly. She noted just how much of his dad was in him now, thinking she should warn the girls of Weatherfield to watch out at some point soon. "So why is me dad at yours then, if you're not together?"
Carla shook her head, "You don't give up, do ya?!" She mumbled as Simon laughed, shaking his head. "Well if you must know, kiddo, we're talking. That's all."
"Why? I thought you 'ated him?" Simon looked intrigued and it was that moment she realised Simon wasn't quite as grown up as he acted these days. "Oh I wish, Si, I wish." She sighed, "A lot went on with me and ya dad, we've got history I suppose." Carla spoke honestly, not knowing why Simon always managed to bring that side out of her. "I'm not gonna come and mess everything up again, Simon... If that's what ya wondering." She bit her lip, putting her arm around his shoulder and pulling him a bit closer to her for a minute as he protested at her comment, " I wasn't, I mean.."
"I wouldn't mind, y'know, if you and me dad did get back together.." Neither Carla or Simon looked at each other as he spoke, looking straight ahead. Carla chewed her bottom lip, nodding slightly, unable to stop her smile, "I'll keep that in mind, kiddo." She pushed him with her shoulder softly, "I'll keep that in mind."