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Back beat, the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out. I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now... Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you're my wonderwall.
Carla sat bolt up in her bed, breathing heavily, sweat pouring from her hot skin as she mumbled, trying to calm her breathing. Her actions woke a slumbering Peter as he sat up with her. Peter had become accustomed to settling Carla from her nightmares during the time they had spent together. Sometimes she was plagued for weeks on end by dreams that haunted her and other times she could go months without a disruption. It seems as though the recent circumstances of the last few days had brought everything back and Peter longed to fix it. He wished it were that easy.
Wrapping his arms around her, Peter pulled Carla against his chest, gently but protectively, pushing her hair from her face. It took a while, much longer than it used to Peter noted regrettably, for Carla to relax against him and her breathing to calm. But eventually she softened and let his comforting heartbeat settle her. "Sorry.." She whispered, her voice quiet and almost nervous. She had tried to keep herself together since rekindling her relationship with Peter, but hadn't always been able to. Now her barriers were completely down and she didn't even have a face plastered on to hide behind. "Hey, don't be silly love. It's me, you don't have to apologise for this, you know that." Peter kissed the top of head lovingly.
"I used to.." Carla whispered. And all at once, they both realised how far they still had to go. Carla had come a long way in letting Peter back in, but he had hurt her so much, it almost destroyed her and it would take a lot of time and effort to repair that fully, if ever. Peter's heart ached at the thoughts running through his mind. He had honestly never regretted anything more and he was determined to grab this second chance while he could. "I love you." He simply whispered in reply into her hair and for that moment, it was enough.
Michelle lay dead still the next morning when she woke. The sun streamed in through the half closed curtains and only made her pounding head worse. She dare not move for fear of waking the sleeping form next to her and having to face the music. She wasn't sure whether the sick in the pit of her stomach was because of regret or alcohol. Probably both.
As carefully as she could, she climbed up, keeping the duvet around her naked body, mortified. She grabbed her phone from her bag with a sigh, endless messages and missed calls from Steve. Oh God, Steve. She had never once cheated in her life, now she knew why.
Scrolling through her messages, Michelle's breath caught in her throat as she saw Carla's name and nervously, slowly, she opened the message.
Her heart sank.
She would rather Carla was angry than this. Rather she was hurling abuse at her than being nice, being sorry. How could she ever look her in the eyes again? Michelle's eyes glanced at Rob as she snored next to her, completely oblivious to her anguish. Oblivious to the pain and destruction he left in his wake, wherever he went. She stood up quickly, her mind in overdrive after Carla's text. Baby? She was still pregnant. Carla was pregnant. Would she ever be able to be apart of the babies life? Right now, that seemed unlikely and the thought broke her heart.
Michelle stood up, pulling on last night's clothes as quickly as possible and rushing out but not before she heard Rob calling out her name in his gruff, alluring voice.
The next morning, Carla and Peter slept later than usual, their disturbed sleep leaving them both slightly exhausted. When they did eventually wake, Carla looked up to find Peter already awake, watching her contently. "Morning sleeping beauty." Carla's sleepy chuckle washed over him and instantly last night's worried were long gone. For now, at least.
Carla mumbled happily, "Morning lover boy." She teased, her voice laced with sleep. With a smile, she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and reaching for her phone. She tried to hide how her heart dropped at the lack of reply from Michelle and putting her phone down, she pushed it from her mind for the time being. Peter smiled joyfully as Carla's head rested on his chest and it felt like coming home all over again. He stroked her naked back and her skin tingled, the way it always did at his touch. He was, and always had been her poison.
Carla bit her lip with a chuckle at the sound of her stomach rumbling against Peter's and she looked up with a smirk, "I think that's your cue to take me to Roy's for a slap up breakfast, baby." The way she said baby made Peter's body react in a way he was powerless to stop and he grinned, "Classy as ever, Car'" He couldn't seem too enthusiastic, too overjoyed at the thought of public moments together.
Carla sat up, "Do you think we should try and see Si' first? I mean I guess he needs to know first?" Peter's heart swelled. The side of her hardly anyone saw. Her pure golden heart, through and through. He nodded softly, sitting up beside her he bit his lip, "Are you ready for that big a step?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, hubby." She just hoped it would be as easy as she longed for it to be. Though history taught her, probably not