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Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it's enough for me; because all that you are is all that I'll ever need. I'm so in love, so in love, so in love, love, love.

Peter lay slightly lower down the bed than Carla now, laying on his side with his head resting on his hand. Carla lay on her back beside him, chuckling as he made her lay in just her leggings and a bra, wanting to touch her belly. "What do you think it is?" He asked softly, his fingers circling patterns on her completely flat stomach, memorised by the thought of what lay beneath.

"Well I were kinda hoping for a baby to be honest but you know it could be a-" Carla was cut short by a tap around the head and she threw her lover a cheeky grin before shrugging, looking down at her tummy again. "I haven't a clue, 'aven't had much time to give it a thought really." She smiled though, feeling content in their blissful bubble away from the nightmare their lives usually were. Peter nodded, placing a tender kiss on her bare skin before looking up and kissing her nose too. "Well whatever it is, that's a little piece of you and me in there, sweetheart."

Carla nodded, taking a deep breath, "Wow." She placed her hand on top of Peter's, smiling across at him. "Can we keep it between us for now? I mean 'Chelle will probably guess but.. Well it's all a bit up in their air at the minute, in't it? We've not even been back together for.. We'll I guess we never were back together were we. I just want to wait a few weeks and get everything settle before y'know.. Facing the world."

Peter could see the look of relief on her face when he nodded in agreement, "Course love, whatever you thinks best. We'll play it your way." He stroked her cheek softly before biting his lip, "What? What is it?" Carla watched him, concerned, picking up on any change in atmosphere.

"You said before all this, before Rob, you said you'd stopped the divorce." Carla nodded, still watching him, "Yeah?"

"Does that mean I get to call you my wife again?" The cheeky but nervous grin on his face melted her heart. "You daft sod!" She laughed but nodded, "I guess it does, Barlow. But I swear to god, Peter. If there's any funny business this time you'll see what that nut cracker in my kitchen is really meant for." Her tone was joking but they both knew the underlying seriousness to their conversation. This was it, their last chance. No more messing up. Without saying a word, Peter reached into the pocket of his jeans that lay on the floor and pulled out his wallet. Inside, tucked away safely next to a smiling picture of Carla and one of Simon, was his wedding band and with a grin, he slipped it back on.

Carla giggled softly, climbing up and rummaging in her jewellery box. Turning back to him, she placed on both her engagement and wedding ring, grinning down at Peter as she climbed up beside him again. Her mood reminded him of the first morning they had spent together, properly, completely absorbed in each other as she walked around in her dressing gown and a huge smile. He thought in that moment that he would do anything to never see an ounce of pain in those eyes again.

"So Mrs Barlow, how would you like to spend our first wedded afternoon?" Peter teased softly, leaning above her now. She grinned back playfully, "Eh, cheeky!" She smirked though, shrugging, "I'm quite content just being held by my husband, if you 'aven't got to rush off anywhere?" She ran her hands along his arms happily as he nodded. "There is no where else on the world I would rather be."

He had never meant anything more.

Carla lay with her head on Peter's chest now, cocooned in their own little world. She loves him. She loves the way his warm brown eyes seem to swallow her up every time he glances her way. She loves how his arms around her make all her troubles fall away. She hates the hold he has over, she hates how everything is in his hands because she is so completely powerless to his charm. She hates that she would take a bullet for him, even though he had appeared determined to be the one holding the gun. He was under her skin the way only one other person had ever been and she hates herself for finding comparisons to him and to her Liam. She hates him, but god, she loves him.

She notices her fingers are absent-mindedly touching her stomach and she finds herself smiling, catching Peter's attention.

"Well there a sight for sore eyes." he smiles softly down at her, one hand behind his head and the other keeping her so close to him.

Carla smiled more, coyly biting her lip as she looked up at him, "Just can't believe this is all happening, y'know?" She spoke honestly up at him and Peter nodded, "Me neither love." Gently pushing her hair from her face and placing a soft kiss to her lips, he kept his eyes right on hers, "Carla, do we need to talk?" Pain and regret were evident in his eyes as they always were at the mention or thought of the last year.

She shook her head quickly, "No. Yes? Oh I don't know Peter." She sighed softly, her tongue on the inside on her cheek as she thought, "You messed up, massively. One huge mess you caused there, Barlow." She spoke bluntly but not harshly, knowing brutal honesty was what they both needed but that didn't stop her heart aching when his face dropped nevertheless. "But what happened after, it weren't your fault. Sleeping with Tina were a pretty stupid idea mind you, but you're a bloke and I've got eyes as well you know. I'm not stupid, I know she were half me age and a damn sight better lookin' an all but-"

Peter shook his head, "Carla you've said some pretty stupid things in your time but that has to be one of the worst." Carla threw him a confused look, her eyebrows furrowing as she waited for him to continue. "If you seriously believe I slept with Tina because I was more attracted to her than you, you're more messed up in the head than people round here give you credit for love." She pursed her lips at his joke, trying not to smile, the compliment making her body tingle.

"I slept with her because it were one huge ego boost. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm good at self destructing Carla, you know that. Live in the moment and not thinking of the future when really that's all I should be thinking about."

Carla didn't say anything for a minute before nodding, "I can forgive you for that. God, the amount of affairs I've had, 'ow could I not. I just... Our wedding night. Why then Peter? Was it because I was drunk, did I push you to her? I just wanted to be enough, just for one night." Tears swelled in her eyes but she blinked them back, telling herself she had cried enough over these thoughts.

"Oh god, no! Don't, don't blame yourself, God Carla don't ever do that. I'm sorry, you are enough, you were. I can't excuse what I did, and I'm such an idiot. I hate myself everyday for it." Carla shook her head with sigh at Peter's words, her finger tracing patterns along his chest, "I don't hate ya. I wanted to, more than anything. I hated meself for being so weak and still wanting you after everything. But now, I just want to forget it ever happened, okay? No more thinking over the past. Besides, between you and me, daddy Barlow, I think we've got a pretty big future ahead of us, don't you?" The thought of their baby made her heart jump. The fears hadn't gone but for now at least, she was ecstatic.

Peter was about to speak but before he could, the buzzer of Carla's flat rang and they both groaned. "Ignore it baby." Peter pulled her on top of him, "Ignore it." He whispered, placing kisses to her lips. She mumbled, pouting down at him and kissing back, "Baby I 'ave to get it, I'll make 'em leave, promise." She kissed him again and clambered up before he could stop her, slightly flustered from their kisses.

Picking up the phone to the buzzer and placing it to her ear she quickly answered the relentless buzzing, "'Ello?"

"Carla it's me. I need to talk to you now, it's urgent."