Please keep the reviews coming, they make my day and make writing so much more enjoyable. Thanks for all of them, you're fabulous! Look out for something big coming soon ;)

"Now I've got you in my space, I won't let go of you. Got you shackled in my embrace, I'm latching onto you."

Peter jumped up as soon as Carla did, needing to follow her, needing to comfort her. He was stopped by Roy, ever the voice of reason. He convinced Peter to stay and sat with him for a short while, explaining he was sure Carla would need time alone for a minute. They ended up in deep conversation and Peter could see all Carla adored in the older man. Roy told him the way his loss of Hayley should be a lesson to him. How he had betrayed Carla was one of the worst possible things; when he should have been savouring her he was savouring another. He said something that Peter thought would stick with him even in his darkest hours. "If you ever feel tempted to make such a mistake again, or in fact any mistake which may cause her harm, imagine the look of pain in her eyes when she finds out, knowing you have caused it. Could you be knowingly responsible for that again?" If only he had done that before.

Eventually Peter couldn't wait any longer. He was desperate to see her and make sure she was okay except she wasn't answering his calls and he didn't know where to even start looking. Peter headed into the Rovers, apprehensively, and asked Steve for Michelle's spare key to the flat. He assumed she would have one, she always used to and it seemed his only option. After a quizzing from Steve about his fiancé's whereabouts, he headed off quickly and over to Carla's flat. He only hoped that was where he'd find.

Letting himself in, he called her name softly, nervously, desperately and he received no response. Peter's shoulders dropped in defeat and he sighed, having no idea where to find her. But then a noise alerted him to her presence and he realised she was here after all. He walked over to the bathroom and tentitively pushed the door open. He found her lying on the floor, curled up in a ball, crying softly to herself. Peter's heart swelled with pain as he sank down beside her, his face awash with worry.

"Oh sweetheart.. Come here.." She barely registered him as he sank down to his knees beside her and pulled her up from the floor and onto his lap. He didn't try and move her away from the bathroom, ignoring the smell of sick around them as he made her his sole focus. Leaning against the bath, he just held her against his chest, lovingly, and rocked slowly, shushing her so softly and with so much care in his voice.

"You shouldn't let people get to you, baby. They don't matter!" Peter spoke about earlier in the cafe, assuming that was what she was so distressed over but Carla shook her head. She tripped over her own words as she tried to explain, still crying, "Chelle... Rob. She slept with Rob!" Carla cried more as she spoke the words aloud, "How could she?!" She hit Peter's chest in frustration and Peter shook his head, "Michelle wouldn't do that, surely not? Why would she sleep with him? How do you know?!" He rubbed her back softly, completely and utterly in shock, "Rob took great pleasure in telling me.."

Peter frowned, "What? Rob? Carla has he touched you? Did he hurt you?" Peter immediately worried for her, looking down in concern. His body filled with relief as Carla shook her head, "No.. not physically anyway." That broke his heart all over again.

Sadly he manoeuvred Carla to the floor and stood up, pulling gently on Carla's hands to pull her up too. "Come on you, let's get you sorted and we can cuddle and talk properly eh?" He put some toothpaste on Carla's toothbrush and passed it to her with a loving kiss on the forehead. With an embarrassed smile, Carla wiped her eyes and brushed her teeth as Peter headed to her bedroom to find her some more comfortsble clothes. Eventually he decided on one of his big tshirts, wanting her to be comfy and knowing they both used to love her in his clothes.

He leaned down in front of her after she had finished washing her face and taking the remnants of her make up off and ever so gently pulled off her trousers. Standing up again, Peter pulled her top off and carefully pulled his baggy top onto her like a nightdress.

Carla felt her heart go at his actions. He was doing everything she wanted and she could already feel her pieces fixing themselves back together, however slowly. That's when she realised, Peter was her glue. And sometimes that glue comes apart, but that's okay. Because with a little time and effort, glue could fix even the biggest rips.

Together, they headed into her bedroom and Peter wrapped Carla up in a warm embrace by his chest, holding her so close. He let her cry, he let her get angry all over again. He listened to how betrayed and heart broken she was over Michelle's actions and listened in anger to what Leanne had said earlier that day. Somehow, against all odds, he kept his emotions to himself and simply listened, being the comfort she needed. He let her explain how Michelle knew all about what Rob had done and still slept with him, and he listened to how she wondered if they could ever repair their friendship, something that was incredibly special to Carla. Losing Michelle was losing her oldest, closest friend and the only link left to old, treasured memories. She didn't understand the person she was becoming, and it hurt incredibly much.

Finally, Carla fell into a sleep against Peter and he was able to relax slightly. He'd been so focused on trying to calm his wife he'd gotten himself into a state as well. He stay laying with Carla while she had a nap, watching her and taking her all in gratefully, unable to take a moment for granted but as he thought over the last few hours he knew exactly what he had to do.

Peter slowly moved Carla onto the bed so she slept soundly on his side and tucked her in. He scribbled a quick note and left it on the pillow to explain his absence before slipping his shoes and coat on and heading out.

He headed straight over to the Rovers, hoping Michelle would have shown her face by now and set to make her life as full of pain as she had to Carla's but as he walked in and saw Steve placing a kiss to his soon to be wife's lips, he froze and Carla's earlier words rang in his ears, "Thing is, I'm more scared than angry. The thought of losing her Peter, it kills me." Carla may hide it well but her heart of gold was fragile and cracked through and through. With a sigh he turn to leave but Michelle caught his eyes and he could see the fear and pain fall upon her face. In fact her eyes mirrored exactly Carla's from earlier. Keeping her gaze, Peter was sure Michelle had known he was aware of what happened but before he could do anything hasty, he turned and walked away.

He'd barely made it to the door of Carla's flats before his phoned buzzed and Michelle's name appeared.

Tell her I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Peter and I love her.. Please look after her..