So sorry for being so rubbish! Massive writers block! I hope people are still interested?!

This world keeps spinning faster into a new disaster so I run to you. When it all starts coming undone, baby you're the only one I run to."

Carla held Peters hand so tight, he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking her to be a bit gentler. He knew the look of anger she would throw him and would do almost anything to avoid being under that glare from his wife, so he figured a few broken fingers from nerves would be worth it.

He also knew the look on her face - the exact look she was giving right now - was worth it. Worth anything in the world. Her eyes glazed over as she looked adoringly, disbelievingly, at the scan image of her baby. The heartbeat, she could finally hear the delicate lull of her babies tiny heart beating alongside her own and she felt like she could breathe. Really breathe.

"Is it, I mean, are they-?" Peter stumbled over his words as his eyes also never left the screen and the midwife threw them a knowing smile, "Your baby is absolutely fine. A little on the small side but that's completely normal. You have a very healthy little baby in there my love." Carla's coy smile melted Peter's heart as he gently rubbed her hand with his thumb. "Can we know the sex?" Carla asked softly, her eyes not leaving the screen and Peter's eyes not leaving Carla, almost in a world of his own as his eyes took her in, her bump uncovered and his heart welling with love for them both.

Peter didnt even register being told he was the father to a little girl but Carla's sob brought him back to earth and as his daze ended he saw her green orbs staring at him with a look he could only describe as pure love. "A baby girl, Peter. A second chance." She whispered, not bothering to wipe her own tears but her gentle touch with the back of her hands lovingly wiped away Peter's from his cheeks.

Neither of them knew what to say in that moment, but neither of them needed to speak. They both knew what the other was feeling because they too could feel it so intensely. In that moment, the world seemed to fix itself.

Carla lay on the sofa of their flat, curled into Peter's chest as much as her bump with her tiny daughter inside would allow her and he held her tenderly, enjoying the moment of peace they were sharing. Carla's fingers fiddled with the collar of his shirt as she nestled against him, her safety. They had been like this for hours now, wrapped up in eachother, making plans for them and their little girl, talking about names and homes and tiny little clothes. Talking about happy times and happy plans and it was almost as if there had never been a bad word between them.

After a while of quiet, Carla sighed softly, randomly speaking her thoughts "I just wish she'd answer me texts.."

Peter had known that was what she would be thinking about and so had remained quiet for a moment, letting her gather her thoughts until she was ready to speak. Michelle's wakening and recovery had not been what was expected in the slightest. If Peter was honest, he hadn't expected her to wake at all but as always, his wife was right and the Connor fight won through.

Michelle hadn't done what he assumed she would though. She hadn't broke down in Carla's arms and begged for forgiveness. Although she did apologise, repeatedly. Apologised for hurting her, hurting everyone. She apologised for causing so many problems and she apologised for waking up. Because she truly hadn't thought she would. But then, after telling Carla how much she loved her, she told her to go. Told her to stay away and leave her alone, that she was leaving and getting away from Weatherfield because she was no good to anyone round there anymore. She had said that this hadn't been for sympathy and that she didn't deserve Carla's or anyone else's forgiveness. So she climbed in the car with Ryan and he drove them away. And that was it. Although Peter hoped, for Carla's sake, not for long.

"I know love, but just give her time. Maybe she's right, getting away might do her good, eh?"

Carla stayed quiet for a moment before she spoke again, as though really thinking about her words. "Heres a question then, baby. Cause I've been wondering - ever since I were a kid I suppose. When you lose the most important person to you in the entire world, where is all the love - love you never even knew you were capable of - supposed to go? What 'appens to it, how are you supposed to live with all that love inside of you and no one to give it to?" Peter stayed silent as he watched her, intrigued as to where she was taking this. He stay stroking back her hair, knowing her well enough to know she wasn't looking for an answer and he was glad because he sure as hell didn't have one.

"I remember when I were 4 and I'd just started school, I 'ad this little angel badge thing, a little glass guadian angel it were meant to be. Me nan gave it me the year before for Christmas and I loved it so much. Oh, I were so attached to that stupid glass thing. Me mum were useless but nan were alright when she was around. She tried I suppose." Carla sniffle quietly in his arms, not crying, but not completely together either.

"Anyway, I kept this thing everyday, kept it in me pocket, never let it out me sight. And one day I was on the school playground and the teacher, she never did like me, she asked me to hand it over, told me it were too dangerous for schools. Course I refused and well long story short it ended up smashed on the floor. All that were left was the tiny head and the halo, looked right creepy after that and I were distraught. Inconsolable. That was the day I first met our 'Chelle. Well, first time we spoke properly anyway. She came over to see what all the fuss was about and promised to help me find another one. Never left my side after that. I remember that night I cried myself to sleep, cried and cried. I'd loved it so much and I didn't have anything to love anymore. I thought that was real heartache, til our Paul and Liam and our baby and then... Well nearly Chelle. Loving someone with all your heart and then they're not there to love anymore. They're gone and you're just left with a gapping hole and a gut full of love and no one to give it to."

Carla hadn't looked at Peter as she spoke. She was better at talking when she pretended she was alone. "After Frank.. Y'know the first Christmas after, me and Chelle 'ad said we weren't doing presents. Neither of us were in the mood I suppose. But after I got home from you and she were curled up on the sofa, she handed me this tiny little box and told me to open it later. It were the most beautiful little angel pin badge, just like that one. I couldn't believe it, Peter. I were always good at pushing her away and she always knew how to pull me out. The next day I'd asked her, 'why now? Why so many years later?' And she just.. she just said 'because I wasn't there.' So I know you think I should walk away but I can't. I can't because she never walked away from me and trust me I've said some pretty harsh things in me time to that girl Peter. I mean, I threw Frank in her face and I had known how awful she felt about it. What sort of a friend am I, eh? So when she's better and more herself she's gonna need me more than ever."

Peter placed a long, lingering kiss to her head before he responded, overcome with love for her all over again, "Sweetheart, I don't think you should give up on her. In fact, I'd worry if you did. We'll get her back to you, Carla. I promise." As Peter rested his head against hers, he knew he meant that. He knew he would do whatever he had to to help the woman in his arms and he just hoped he could pull off the plan forming in his mind as he cuddled her tenderly.