Couldn't resist posting this one today as well. Enjoy and as always, thank you!

"You might be left with my hair but you'll have your mothers eyes.
I'll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can and now you're a scan on my unmade plans, a small bump.
Cos you are my one and only, you can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight and you'll be alright.
You're just a small bump unknown, you'll grow into your skin, with a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin."

Silence.

The room was eerily quiet since Rob's bombshell. Carla stood now, pacing back and forward across the flat, words escaping her. Peter sat, staring into space, unable to complete a coherent sentence. His mind was in overdrive as he pieced everything together. How could she keep this from him? Was it even true. His body ached, his heart hurt, sick rose in his stomach. He couldn't.. He couldn't move.

"Carla-"

"Don't Peter." She sounded angry, infuriated. He couldn't understand.

"No, you don't Carla! What the hell is going on?" Carla wasn't expecting him to shout. It frightened her but only slightly. She shrugged as she finally looked at him, his eyes destroying her. This wasn't fair. The choice had been taken from her, she wasn't ready. She couldn't face the consequences.

"I dunno, Peter. We talked a lot, maybe he's just feeling guilty about what happened before. Ask him! I don't want to talk about this." She turned away again, she couldn't bare to look at him. Carla cuddled her arms around herself protectively as she looked out of her window, anywhere but at him.

"I don't believe you. I know you Carla, I know you better than anyone. Please, I need to know. Were.. Were you pregnant when this happened?"

She squeezed her eyes shut and eventually gave the tiniest nod. Swallowing back and blinking away tears. She couldn't keep it to herself any longer. The last week had been one of the most confusing thing she had ever experienced. Her emotions were everywhere and now she didn't know how she was meant to feel any more. The sound Peter made could have killed her there and then. He sounded as though the air had been taken from his lungs, as though he could fall to the floor and crumble into nothingness. He was standing now, he wasn't sure if he could take his own weight at the revelation.

"Peter no... Peter." She turned to him now, shaking her head, tears across her cheeks, "I didn't lose it. I didn't, I... I'm still pregnant."

Peter sat on the sofa again a brief while later and Carla perched on the arm, fiddling with her sleeves. She wanted to feel happy. relieved. She was, in a way. She couldn't fathom the fact this baby was still growing inside her. It terrified her. What if she messed it up again? Would Peter stay with her this time or would this push them both over the edge.

"How long have you known?" Peter broken the silence, his voice more composed than it had been moments ago.

"A couple of days before all this happened. I didn't have a chance to process it, I-" She sighed, running a hand through her hair, chewing her lip nervously as she looked to him. "So why did Rob send that text?" He looked up at her too, finally.

"I don't know Peter.. I saw him when I left the medical centre, I was crying, I don't know, maybe he just assumed." Peter didn't respond and turned away, trying to understand.

"Say something? Tell me what you're thinking. Don't sugar coat it, Peter. I want to know what you're really thinking. I'm a big girl.."

Silence engulfed them and Carla didn't think she could bare another second of it. His lack of words spoke volumes to her. She hadn't always believed it but she knew Peter was a good man, he didn't want to leave her after what had just happened, single and pregnant with a baby she was terrified her past would stop her loving. She moved to stand up, unable to stand the tension any more but as she glanced across at Peter she saw tears in his eyes.

"I can't believe I've got a second chance." He was standing up now, in front of her, holding her hands. "I won't mess it up this time baby, I promise."

Carla's eyes almost widened as she looked to him, "You're not angry?" Her voice shook as she spoke.

"Angry? Sweetheart, why would I be angry? I'm over the flammin' moon! We've got another chance to make it right, I've got another chance."

Carla almost gasped as she fell against his chest, feeling as though the weight of the last few days had left her, however briefly. Breathing in Peter's scent, she let him comfort her, relieved she had finally shared her secret, amazed at the outcome.

"Are you happy?" Peter whispered after a few moments of quiet, still standing together and now holding her against his chest closer, kissing the top of her hair delicately.

"I want to be.." She looked at him, swallowing back, a bundle of nerves, "Peter I'm terrified." She let him lead her back to the sofa and watched as he crouched down in front of her, on his knees, holding her hands still. He simply looked at her, silently telling her he would listen to all she had to say.

"Driving home from the hospital, after we lost her..." Peter looked confused but let her speak, "Rob had the radio on and that song came on. Y'know, the Coldplay one." Carla didn't look up him, anywhere but at him, as always. She started to half sing, her voice shaking with raw pain, "when you lose something you can't replace, when you love someone but it goes to waste.." She half laughed bitterly at how she must seem, a mess, "could it be worse?" Choking back a sob, Carla looked up at Peter as his hands cupped her cheeks, the pads of his thumbs stroking softly, "Am I bad person for wanting this baby Peter? Is that what I'm doing? Am I trying to replace her?"

"Oh love.." He wasn't sure what else to say but suddenly he understood every fear she was explaining. He understood why she had reacted this way to the news, why she hadn't jumped for joy as he had. Guilt. With Carla, it was always guilt.

"Sweetheart-" he tucked her hair behind her ears, "We aren't replacing our little girl. We never could, could we?" He gave a reassuring smile as Carla shook her head, sniffling, "This is our fresh start, a chance to right our wrongs. Well, my wrongs. It's gonna be a long fight ahead, Carla but whatever mistakes me make, this baby will not be one of them. We'll make their big sister proud, eh?"

Carla nodded, her voice filled with sobs she was trying to contain, "So I'm allowed to be 'appy? I'm allowed to love my baby?" The sobs didn't stay concealed for long as she cried out through her words, desperate for reassurance that she wasn't a bad person, she was allowed to fix herself. Peter pulled her against him, his hands running though her hair, "You're allowed to love this baby as much as you were allowed to love our little girl." He confirmed, "Something tells me there's not a force on this earth that would stop you loving it anyway, baby." He smiled knowingly.

And she laughed.

She laughed through her tears and nodded. She laughed more as Peter scooped her up in his arms and stood up, holding her as her legs wrapped around his waist.

But she laughed with a light that reached her eyes, throwing her head back in a tearful giggle as he whispered in her ear, "Come on mummy, I'm taking you to bed."

He carried her though, shutting the bedroom door behind him, protection for the three of them against the world.