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Let's take our time to say what we want, use what we got, before it's all gone. 'Cause no, we're not promised tomorrow

Peter flopped down onto the large king sized bed with an almost proud smile. So far, so good. He had managed to drag his over six months pregnant wife on a flight that took an entire day but much to his dismay, Carla had slept almost the entire way. She said the pregnancy was exhausting her but Peter had enjoyed teasing her lazy ways over the last few months. As she relaxed in the large hot tub bath in their ridiculously expensive bedroom with incredible views of the Maldives beach, she still has no idea what was to come. Two days in and still he had managed to keep it a secret, although he had struggled with that since day one. He'd been desperate to share every inch of his ideas with her but he knew her face when she realised would be well worth the wait.

Peter knew the hardest bit wasn't over yet and that was the main reason he had been so secret about their impulsive holiday that had nearly broken the bank. When she had discovered the location, Carla had been desperate to pay towards it but Peter was insistent and refused. Money had been the cause of many an argument during their relationship, or rather Peter's ego because of it. He was determined to put that behind him this time, at least, once this was over. What was bothering Peter most was the part he hadn't absolutely no control over, something that could fall apart at the last minute and that, well that was terrifying him.

As Carla came out wrapped in just a towel covering her and her now ever growing bump, Peter couldn't help but grin. He throw his phone to the bed after checking it for the hundredth time and climbed up, wrapping his arms around her from behind, "Mmm, I'll show you my white bits if you'll show me yours." He grinned cheekily, his hands resting on her waist over the white towel which only proved to illuminate her brown, perfectly tanned skin even more. The bump seemed to be the only place Carla had gained any weight and Peter couldn't fathom how good she was looking.

"Is that a promise, Mr Barlow?" Carla flashed him her side smirk and tilted her head for a little kiss.

"Always!"

Carla cackled softly and turned around in his arms, "So what are the plans for today, baby?" she let her arms wrap around his neck with the most content smile Peter was sure he had ever seen.

Peter's breath hitched in his throat slightly before he managed to sort him self out inwardly and smile back. He couldn't believe the day had actually come. Before he had chance to answer, the door knocked and Peter froze. This was it. The moment of truth. "Who the hells that?" Carla tutted but smiled, pulling her towel tighter before heading over to answer it. "Wait! No, I'll get it love. You put some clothes on, eh?" Peter winked softly and hovered by the door until Carla disappeared into the bathroom with a perplexed smile.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief as the door opened and the person he had longed to see more than anything in the world stood facing him.

"You really came."

Peter quietly let the door shut as he stood outside his hotel room to talk to their visitor. Now she was here, he couldn't believe he had pulled it off. Nobody had been able to get through to Michelle, least of all Carla. Since she'd moved away over the last month, she had ignored her best friend completely and Peter had watched it break Carla's heart. Peter knew Michelle wasn't doing it to cause upset, he knew deep down, she really believed she should stay away. But he knew better and after weeks of painful pleading, he had managed to convince her of that too.

"How is she?" Michelle's voice was quiet, soft and her eyes glanced over the door she knew her best friend was behind. Even as she stood there, she wasn't sure this had been the right decision. She didn't believe she deserved forgiveness but she hadn't known loneliness like she had in the last few weeks and if what Peter said was true, maybe Carla needed her back just as much.

"Big!" Peter chuckled lightly, wanting to lighten the mood, "She's doing well, they both are."

Michelle gave a small smile at the thought of the daughter Carla was carrying. Of course she had received the pictures of scans Carla had sent and she had treasured them, despite her lack of response.

"And she doesn't have any idea about this? That I'm 'ere?"

Peter shook his head quickly, "No.. She doesn't have a clue what I've got planned and especially not that you're here. I didn't know-"

"You didn't know if I'd turn up. I said I would, didn't I?" Michelle didn't sound angry as she spoke, just defeated. She had lost the respect and trust of so many people and it tormented her endlessly.

Both looked up at the sound of Carla calling and Peter bit his lip, "I need to get back in there, you'll be back at about 3, yeah?"

Michelle took a deep breath and nodded, "I guess I'll see you then. I'll bring everything we'll need. If she hasn't killed me before that bit."

Peter's hand was already on the door handle but he threw her a soft smile and shook his head, kissing her cheek as a gesture of almost reassurance. "Trust me, 'chelle. There's no one else she'd rather be here for this. I know it."

With that, he was gone. Leaving Michelle to ponder what was next.