Trust me to go on holiday for the big fire week eh?

I've literally just caught up on it all, Poor Carla :(

Anywho here is Chapter 14

I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review :)

It was Sunday night and as Carla came out of the Rover's, she had a feeling she may regret being out so late especially when she had work in the morning. She had finally gone into town with Michelle and had made sure she had got her home safely before making her own way home. They had gone out to eat and then for a few drinks and although Carla felt like Michelle was slightly distracted by Steve, they had a good time all the same. She was wearing a grey vest her leather jacket and a tight black pencil skirt and whilst it was still quite warm for the end of September, the nights were a lot colder than Carla had anticipated.

The street was empty as the residents weren't exactly party animal types and were obviously all tucked up in bed. As Carla was about to walk straight over to her building to go home, she saw a familiar figure sitting outside Audrey's hair salon. She took a closer look at the person on the bench and gasped when she realised who it was.

"Ken?" Carla said moving closer to him, He looked up at the sound of her voice and sighed

"Hi Carla" he said rather sadly, She looked down at her phone to see what time it was.

"Ken... It's almost two in the morning." She said not realising her and Michelle had actually been out that late. "What are you doing out ere?" She asked, rather concerned that he was out there on his own in the cold with just his pyjamas on. He was sat rigidly next to her and his cold skin had gone pale. "Why are you out ere all on your own?" She asked again, still worried because Ken really didn't look right at all.

"I couldn't sleep" he started "I just couldn't take it anymore... I have to sleep in… our bed alone. Do you have any idea how hard that is? It's been getting to me for months now and I just… needed to get out, just for a little bit" Ken sniffed and put his head in his hands. He almost slurred his words as he spoke and Carla who was almost an expert at sussing out when people had been drinking, asked awkwardly

"Ken... ave you been drinking?" and it was as if by magic that Ken produced half a bottle of whisky from under the bench.

"I only intended to have one but it's like the more I had, the less I began to feel"

"Yeah... I know the feelin…" Carla said shivering and sitting down next to him on the bench. "Ken, why didn't you wake up Peter or Tracy?"

"It's not their burden to bear" Ken said looking up again

"They're your children Ken, They would want you to speak to them about this. They're grieving too," she said but this time Ken didn't answer her. He just stared ahead into the night and as the wind picked up a little, he soon began shaking from the cold. "Ken… it's really cold out here." She said looking at his generic blue and white striped night clothes.

"I don't feel anything" he said solemnly "Why don't I feel anything Carla?" He asked with tears in his eyes. Carla gulped not knowing what to say to him. She found it highly unsettling that Ken could be in this state, He was usually a very calm and collected man and she would never have imagined finding him almost drunk on the streets of Wetherfield at this time.

"Ken... Y'know maybe we should talk about this inside." She said trying to take his arm but he shook his head and snatched it away from her.

"I don't want to go back in... Not yet" he said. Carla watched him as he sat next to her, He had dark circles under each eye and he looked completely shattered. He was still shivering, even though he said he couldn't feel anything she knew he must have been freezing and she was beginning to get worried about him. Carla turned away slightly, so Ken couldn't see what she was doing and began typing away on her phone furiously. Carla then she realised that if Peter was asleep he probably wouldn't even see the message that she was in the middle of typing until he woke up anyway. She cleared the screen and pressed Peter's name so she could call his mobile instead. It rang and rang until Carla was forwarded to his message service, She rolled her eyes as Peter's "leave a message" tone played, then she hung up and tried to call again.

"Uh answer your phone Peter." she said quietly to herself as his message tone played again. She turned back to Ken

"Ken, is Peter still sleeping in the back room?" She asked, Ken nodded but he still wasn't looking at her properly. She got up off of the bench and decided she'd have to go and get Peter herself. She hesitated leaving Ken for a moment but he only lived across the road so she would be able to keep an eye on him from there.

"Ken... I'll be back in a minute okay?" She said and she ran across the empty road to number one.

She called Peter's phone one more time before knocking on the door lightly, in the hope that it would wake Peter up but not Tracy or Amy who were also staying at number one. She knocked again and then again louder. She opened the letterbox

"Peter" she called apprehensively but there was still no answer. She stamped her foot down onto the ground into frustration, not knowing what to do. Carla knew that Peter was a heavy sleeper but this was taking the mick. Carla really didn't want to wake up Amy, who's bedroom was just down the hall way but she was firmly out of ideas. She banged on the door loudly, this time using her fist "Peter!" She shouted and suddenly the door opened. Peter appeared in a t-shirt and boxers. He was shocked to find Carla stood there, looking stunning but staring at him furiously.

"Why the hell didn't you answer your phone?" Carla cried giving him a quick shove.

"Because it's two in the morning and I was asleep, that's why." Peter said gruffly, rubbing his eyes, taken aback by Carla's tone and still by the fact that she was even there.

"And what you didn't hear your phone ring? I called it three flamin times!" She cried

"Shhhh Carla, You've already woke me up, what are you trying to do wake the rest of the house up as well?" He said irritatedly

"Look" she said taking one hand and practically dragging a barefooted Peter out of his house, onto the pavement. She pointed with her other free hand and Peter's gaze followed it over to the bench outside the salon.

"Is that... Me Dad?" Peter asked, alarmed

"Yes" Carla replied,

"What's he doing?" Peter ran across the road and Carla ran after him.

"I don't know… Peter all I know is that I was out and I saw him and he's been... drinking." Carla said as she joined him across the road

"Dad" Peter said bending down in front of him "Dad… it's freezing what are you doing out here?" Ken didn't answer his son, he just looked down as if he was ashamed of himself.

"He said he couldn't sleep" Carla said looking down at Peter's bare legs and feet. She would normally find it comical that Peter was out on the street in his boxers but there was nothing funny about this situation.

"Dad?" Peter looked at Carla for some sort of support, She just shrugged and couldn't help but feel a little useless.

"Come on Dad, lets go inside you're shivering" Peter said holding out his arm to help Ken up. Ken shook his head

"I'm sorry Peter, I don't know what I was thinking" He said

"Hey… it doesn't matter, All that matters is that you're okay Dad." Peter said softly "Whatever the problem is, we can talk about it inside." Carla saw that he had spotted the half empty bottle of whisky that Ken was clutching, She swallowed, took it off of Ken and simply put it in the bin.

"Look at me?" Ken said disgusted "Drinking on the street, what have I become?" Peter gave him half a smile

"Yeah you wanna be careful Dad or you'll end up with one of those ASBO's" he said, Carla wasn't sure if it was a good time to joke about things like that but Ken gave Peter an exhausted smile all the same. He got up off of the bench and Carla was sure it was probably time for her to bow out of the situation and give Ken and Peter some time alone.

"Maybe I'll just…" she began pointing in the direction of her home but Peter shook his head

"No... Car come with us... please." Peter said and it was the desperation in his voice that made Carla cross the road with them.

"I just had to get out of the house for a while that's all" Ken mumbled,

"It's okay Dad, you don't have to explain." Peter said carefully helping Ken across the empty road.

"Yeah... I'm sure you'll feel better after a nice cuppa" Carla said as they got to Ken's front door. They went inside sat Ken in the armchair and got him warmed up with a blanket and a cup of tea. Ken told Peter and Carla about how he had been up all night thinking about Deirdre and how he didn't think he could cope much longer without her. Peter and Carla didn't know what to say to make things better for him and at first they just sat there awkwardly and listened, eventually Peter said

"Dad, Deirdre wouldn't want you to be feeling like this. She'd want you to try and enjoy life as much as you can without her." Ken nodded

"I know but doesn't stop me from feeling this way though Peter"

"You know... I really don't think you should be drinking at this time of night either" Peter said sternly. Carla nodded at Ken who almost raised his eyebrows at them, Two ex alcoholics telling him that he shouldn't drink. Carla knew exactly what he was thinking and said

"I know it sounds a little hypocritical coming from us Ken but Peter is right, you really shouldn't drink that much."

"I know I shouldn't and it's really unlike me to do something like this, It's just I've never felt so low before and I'm finding it difficult to cope with everything." Carla, who had been sitting opposite him at the table next to Peter, moved closer to Ken.

"Ken the way you are feeling is totally understandable." she said reaching out and taking his hand supportively "You've done amazingly so far and you were bound to feel like this at some point but you've got to try and take this one day at a time and remember that we are all here for you." Carla said smiling caringly at Ken, Peter who had watched the whole thing and felt incredibly lucky that they had Carla's support, got up too and joined her next to Ken.

"Thank you Carla" Ken said looking at her admiringly

"She's amazing isn't she?" Peter said giving Carla the same look,

"Oh behave" She said sheepishly because she hated this kind of attention.

"You as well Peter, You truly are remarkable and since you've been back you've really stepped up and taken care of this family." Ken said proudly

"Awwww" Carla said as it was Peter's turn to act sheepish.

"What are sons for? Eh Dad" Peter said coyly as Ken sipped his tea

"I must say I do feel a little better now" Ken said putting his cup down. "I think I just had a slight moment of madness." he was still shaking slightly but the colour in his cheeks had come back and he wasn't so pale anymore. "I hate sleeping in that bed alone I really do but there's also no way I'm going to get rid of it" Ken said

"Ken" Carla said softly "You know what I think you should do... Talk to Roy . I mean he knows what you're going through better than anyone, He might be able to offer you some comfort." Peter nodded

"She's right Dad but you must remember that we are all here for you. No matter what, so if you ever do need to talk, please make sure you do, no matter what time of day, no matter where we are."

"Okay" Ken said genuinely, He watched as Carla and Peter both gave each other a sweet smile and was glad that he had the two of them to lean on during this horrible time.

They all sat together making small talk for a while before Ken looked at the clock on the wall and gasped.

"Blimey it's three am. I should try and get some sleep now" Carla and Peter gave each other an apprehensive look which Ken spotted instantly "I'll be fine. If I need you Peter I'll come back down okay" Ken said, he was truly feeling more positive about the situation and he also thought that maybe Peter and Carla could do with some time alone as the atmosphere between them was magical. Peter nodded at his Dad

"Okay."

"Night Ken" Carla said smiling at him and getting up to hug him, Peter watched as they embraced and still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Carla as his friend, although these days it was as if they were best friends, They didn't even go a day anymore without some sort of contact.

"Night Dad" Peter said also giving his Dad a quick hug. Ken walked out of the backroom leaving Peter and Carla alone. Peter took a look at Carla properly for the first time as she stood in front of him yawning.

"So what were you doing hanging around on the street at Two o clock in the morning, especially when you've got work tomorrow?" Peter asked going back over to the sofa bed and sitting on it.

"I went into town with Chelle, it were only supposed to be for a meal n a drink but some how we ended up in this dreadful karaoke bar." she watched Peter's expression "I know" she said because it definitely wasn't her kind of thing

"You didn't sing... Did you?" Peter said grinning, Carla read his expression again

"Are you trying to say my voice isn't Karaoke worthy Peter Barlow?" She said laughing

"Yes" Peter said joining in with her laughter. She sat down next to Peter on the sofa bed and then shook her head

"Well I think you'll be happy to know that I didn't treat the folks in there to my delightful voice but Michelle sang though, I always forget how amazing her voice is"

"What did she sing then?"

"One of Michelle's karaoke favourites of course" Carla said grinning "Jolene" Peter laughed as Carla rolled her eyes "The crowd loved her and kept begging her to do more but she refused but there was this guy after her and Peter he were amazing"

"Oh yeah, so what did he sing then?" Carla paused for a moment thinking about the song that the guy had chosen, it was one that she knew was one of Peter's favourites.

"Iris and I were ready to punch him if he killed the song but seriously Peter he was incredible, everyone said he n Chelle should ave done a duet, It were actually a really good night."

"Wow I wish I'd been there" Peter said remembering how long it had been since he had heard Iris. "Seriously Iris one of me favourite songs." he said thinking about it some more. Carla nodded at him on the same wavelength

"Peter as soon as he started... I thought of you" she said and then there was a slight moment of silence between them. Peter broke it on purpose by clearing his throat and Carla glanced over at the clock and thought that it was maybe time to go home as she had work tomorrow,

"Don't go" he said knowing what she was thinking, She titled her head on one side and looked back at him

"Peter it's three in the morning…" she said tiredly

"Right?" Peter said making Carla laugh at him "I mean it's not as if you've got anything else to do right now is it?"

"Oh I dunno, Sleep maybe?" Carla said and Peter scoffed "It's alright for you Mr life of luxury, I've got a factory to run in the mornin"

"A little bit longer won't hurt though will it? Besides it's not safe for you to walk home at this time of night." He said although they both knew that she lived across the road and it would take her all but half a minute to get home.

"Hmmm If I didn't know any better Barlow, I'd say you were trying to get me to stay over." Carla said smiling as Peter moved up a little on the sofa bed.

"I'm not asking you to stay… I'm just asking you not to go. Come on y'know you want to" Peter said grinning at her in a way that was totally irresistible. Carla took off her leather jacket and gave in.

"Alright but if I fall asleep at me desk tomorrow, I'm blaming you d'ya hear?" she kicked off her shoes and then sat down next to him on his bed.

Peter grinned triumphantly as she moved up the bed so her back was propped up against the back of the sofa like his was. She looked down at the both of their legs and at the duvet that Peter was obviously using to sleep under, he caught her looking at his homemade bed.

"I bet I know what you're thinking" he said sighing

"I bet you don't."

"You're thinking that I'm far too old to be kipping on me Dad's sofa bed" Carla shook her head at him and grinned

"Actually Mr know it all, I was thinking about getting under the covers because I'm cold." She said and she leant forward and pulled the duvet so it covered them. Peter chuckled as Carla snuggled up underneath it and rested her head on his shoulder.

"This is only temporary, once I've got me self a job? A flat will be next" He said because he was determined not to stay at his Dad's forever.

"Well there's no rush is there? I reckon your Dad likes having you around."

"I know he does but it's a bit ridiculous for a grown man like me to be sleeping on a sofa bed. Plus I'd like me own place y'know so Simon can maybe have his own room and then he could sleepover because it's crowded enough over ere as it is."

"Yeah and I guess it's gonna get a bit awkward if you wanted to bring a woman back and you show her to your sofa bed." Carla said laughing although she had to admit the thought of any other women in Peter's life was not something she found funny.

"Well I dunno? I got you back ere didn't I?" Peter quipped with a smirk on his face.

"Hmm… I was trying to be helpful, I don't think it counts as bringing home a hot date" Carla said

"Oh I think it does" Peter said still smirking at Carla. Then his face got serious for a moment. "Thanks Carla, y'know for helping out with my Dad and stuff"

"Well I was hardly gonna leave him out there was I?"

"I know but you didn't have to come back here with us and say all those supportive things to me Dad" He said yawning and rubbing his eyes. "You truly are amazing" He said and then laid down properly on the sofa bed leaving Carla still sat awkwardly upright.

"Eh you better not be going to sleep on me" Carla exclaimed looking down at Peter as he turned off the lamp leaving it dark but light enough for them to see each other… just.

"I'm just getting comfy" He said. Carla rolled her eyes and laid next to him on her side she was facing him. It was silent for a long time before Carla said

"I really hope your Dad's managed to get some sleep."

"Me too although I don't think he'll find it too difficult after that half a bottle of whisky" Peter said turning his body to face her so they were only inches apart. "It's a good thing we've got out first session with this family grief councillor this week."

"You've got a councillor?" Carla said because this was news to her.

"Did I not tell you? It's for all of us. We've been on the waiting list for months now and we've finally got our first appointment. It's good timing eh. Tonight's proved that maybe me Dad needs some more help in dealing with all this and we obviously weren't coping as well as we would have liked."

"You've all done the best you can Peter" Carla said "There's no shame in a little outside help ya know"

"I know" Peter paused "I just think that maybe if I'd come back sooner... I kinda rushed off after the funeral" Carla shook her head but he continued, "I was so scared. Scared that if I came back before I was ready that I wouldn't be able to stay in control... Being in Portsmouth was a lot easier then being round here, it were selfish really."

"Peter, don't beat your self up over it. There are times when you just have to put yourself first, especially if it's for the sake of your family and that's what you did. You're back now aren't ya and that's all that matters" Carla said softly. Their faces were only an inch or two apart as they gazed into each other's eyes intensely for a moment, then both of their mouths broke into a grin.

"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked captivated by the look on Carla's face, She looked down for a moment at how close their bodies had become, Peter's bare legs were touching hers and as they were both under a duvet it was becoming rather hot under there.

"I'm thinking that... I should probably…turn around" Carla said quietly and then turned over so that her back was towards Peter because she could sense that if she didn't turn over they might end up doing more than just staring each other. Peter laughed silently

"Are you sure that's what you were thinking about?"

"Uh huh" Carla said but she was lying, her thoughts had strayed to the last time she was in bed with a half naked Peter and it had left her unsure of whether she would be able to keep herself under control.

"I'll turn around too then, just incase eh" Peter said and turned himself around too because Carla's back and bottom was overwhelmingly pressed up against him.

"In case of what?" Carla asked "Are ya scared you might get a little excited?" She let out her trademark dirty giggle and nudged him in the back but when he didn't answer her she added "Oi Peter… I'm not staying the night y'know"

"Goodnight Carla" Peter said smugly because he knew that she had no intentions of going anywhere. Carla sighed at how easy it was for Peter to get her to do what he wanted but she still laid next to him and she eventually said

"Night Peter."

It wasn't long before her eyelids were beginning to droop and even though she couldn't see him of course but Carla could tell that Peter was on the verge of falling asleep by the way his breathing changed.

It was nine am and Tracy Barlow woke up on Monday morning to hear that her house was completely silent. She was surprised because she could usually hear her Dad and Peter shuffling around the house. Amy had stayed over at The Rover's so Tracy was able to have a little lay in before opening up the second hand shop. She got ready for work and went downstairs where she thought she would find her Dad reading the paper. Instead she found Peter and Carla fast asleep.

They were still next to each other, Peter behind Carla just as before only now, Peter was laying the other way around with his chest against Carla's back and with an one arm holding her tight. Tracy smirked and pulled her phone out of her bag.

"So much for being friends eh?" she said to herself as she pressed the shutter on the camera and took a picture of the unknowing pair. She then got her jacket on and left the house feeling rather smug.

It was another hour or so before Carla awoke. She exhaled softly and moved slightly, it was then that she realised where she was. Carla eyes opened wide and she shook her head in disbelief because she couldn't believe she had actually ended up staying the night. She glanced down to see Peter's arm around her middle and smiled contently to herself.

Peter had turned over at some point during the night and he had made sure that he was as far away from Carla as possible. She had felt him turn around and she knew he was trying not to get too close. Carla shifted her body backwards slightly so that she was now touching his'. Peter wasn't sure if she was awake or not but he decided he was going to be brave, he sleepily put his arm around Carla and took a deep breath, wondering what she was going to do. She moaned gently and moved into him again, letting Peter know that she was awake and more than okay with what he was doing and soon enough they were both asleep again.

It had been the most relaxing night of sleep Carla had had in a while and She had been planning to stick around for a little at least until Peter woke up but when she caught the time her jaw dropped. It was ten past ten making her very late for work. Usually her alarm clock at home would have woken her up in plenty of time but obviously Peter had nothing to do with his mornings and no such alarm was in place.

Carla gently removed his arm from around her and got up out of the sofa bed. She picked up her leather jacket off of the floor and then looked at Peter who was still sleeping peacefully, unaware that she was about to leave. She glanced around the room and found a notepad on the table with a pen, She scribbled down a quick note for Peter, which said

"Had to go to work, call me later. Carla x"

She didn't want to Peter to think she was just running out on him and placed the notebook next to him on his bed so that he'd see it when he eventually woke up. Carla was about to leave before realising that no one was around and she didn't have to hide the things that she really wanted. She glanced around foolishly, bent down and affectionately placed a soft kiss on his forehead. That was enough... for now.

Carla had decided that going round the back was probably a good idea because if anyone saw her leave the Barlow's in last night's outfit that they would probably get the wrong idea. She went home, got out of the pencil skirt and top that she had been wearing last night and then jumped into the shower. By the time she had got dressed again in a white blouse and black jeans and left her flat, it was eleven o clock.

At the factory Sally had taken charge seeing as Carla hadn't been there to open up, the machinists were all at there desks sewing away although they didn't take too kindly to Sally bossing them around, so when ever her back was turned, they would start gossiping again.

"I wonder where Mrs Connor is?" Sean said, turning to Beth who was sat texting away on her phone, She shrugged at him

"She went out with Michelle last night, I saw them leaving the Rover's together, I reckon she's probably got a right hangover" Beth said not looking up from her phone

"I saw Michelle this morning and she seemed fine though?" Sean said recalling how he had seen Michelle in the café first thing this morning. "What?" Sean said intrigued because something on Beth's phone had made her start grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"So I was just talking to Tracy right and I told her it's fine coz the boss isn't in yet and d'ya know what she said?" Beth said and she now had the attention of the other machinists as well

"What?" Sean said

"This why your boss is late." Beth held up her phone smugly, there on the screen was the picture that Tracy had taken of Peter and Carla asleep.

"No way" Sean gasped, pulling the phone towards him so he could get a closer look, Sinead leant in too

"Let me see." said Sinead and she pulled it towards her "Awww that is so cute" Alya who had been making a coffee came over.

"What is?" She asked because the way they were all acting fascinated her, Beth showed her the photo

"Wow?" Alya said awkwardly "Where did you get that from?" She asked

"Tracy sent it me." Beth said as Sally came over and took a look at her phone

"So do ya reckon they are back together then or what?" Sean said

"Surely not" Sally said, "After everything he's done."

"They do seem like they made an amazing couple" Alya said she had never seen Peter and Carla together but could tell from just watching them out and about that they had an amazing chemistry.

"Oh they were" Sean said nodding

"I've always said they'll be in each others bed's again before Christmas" Beth said grinning down at her phone.

"Who that then?" Carla said suddenly, creeping up behind Beth with a coffee in hand. She had decided that since she was so late anyway going to grab a coffee wouldn't hurt.

They had all been so wrapped up in the phone that they hadn't noticed Carla walk into the building. Beth jumped and tried to hide her phone but it was too late, Carla grabbed it off of her quickly

"Oi!" Beth said but it was too late as Carla looked at the screen.

"Where d'ya get this?" Carla asked rather calmly but on the inside she was fuming. Beth looked around at the others helplessly but they all kept quiet, she turned back to look at Carla who was waiting for her answer

"Tracy" she eventually mumbled, Carla rolled her eyes

"Right… Let's get a few things straight shall we?" Carla said loudly so that everyone could hear "First of all, mobile phones should be kept in your lockers whilst you're working, so really I ought to ave this one confiscated." She said looking at Beth and still holding her phone in her hand. "Second of all Me and Peter are not back together so you can get that idea right out of ya heads, I stayed over last night and that is it. Not that I should ave to explain me self to any of you but if it stops the infantile gossiping then good." She said handing Beth her phone back "Last of all I assume you ave all finished the Marc Matthew's order, that you're supposed to be working on, seeing as you're all standing around doing nothing n all." The machinists looked at each other worriedly because they were nowhere near finished. Carla read their expressions and sighed, "Right then I suggest you all get back to work then… Now!" She said and they all started sewing again on command.

Sally and Alya were stood next to each other awkwardly, Carla looked at them both for an explanation.

"I was just over here to tell them to get back to work Mrs Connor" Sally said in an effort to make it look like she wasn't involved, Alya stared at her in shock

"Oh save it Sal" Carla said and she went into her office.

Peter hadn't done much with his day. He had woken up when his Dad started frying bacon for their breakfast. He was slightly disappointed to find that Carla had gone but he had found her note which made him feel a little better. He had another chat with his Dad and when he was sure that Ken was okay, he went to the gym for a workout. It was six thirty pm when he was sat at a table in the rovers on his own, He was reading the paper and sipping orange juice when Carla slumped down next to him on the sofa.

"Just the man I was hoping to see" She said sighing and taking off her jacket.

"That sounds ominous" Peter said closing the newspaper "Especially after you just ran out on me this morning." he looked at her pretending to be upset.

"What? I left you a note" Carla said frowning "Right next to your flamin head how could you ave not got it?"

"I'm kidding, I got it." He said grinning because he could tell that Carla was getting riled up and she was not in the mood for jokes right now. She sighed and shook her head

"You're not funny Peter" She said running her hand through her hair.

"What's up?" Peter asked as Beth and Kirk walked into the pub, Carla was diverted by this and said

"Eh Beth come here" as Beth had tried to sneak past, Beth looked at Kirk and then turned to Carla.

"Yes Mrs Connor" Beth said apprehensively although she couldn't help but smirk at the way Carla and Peter were sat together, Kirk went ahead to the bar and left his wife stood in front of her boss.

"Show him what you showed me earlier" Carla nodded towards Peter. Beth was about to say something but Carla spoke again first "Awwww don't even try to tell me that you deleted it" She said knowing that Beth would have kept the picture.

Peter looked a little confused at Carla as Beth got the picture up on her phone and showed it to him, he did a double take when he realised what Beth was showing him. He turned to Carla

"You can thank ya sister for that" Carla said "She sent it to Beth this morning and I got into work to find the entire factory gawping at it"

"I'm sorry Mrs Connor" Beth began

"It's fine Beth, I don't expect someone like you to keep that kinda thing secret" Carla said shaking her head "Go on back to Kirk." Beth gave her half a smile and went to join her husband at the bar.

"I'm gonna kill Tracy" Peter said downing the rest of his orange juice he went to get up but Carla pulled him back down into his seat

"Peter calm down."

"Are you not annoyed about this?" He asked, "Imagine what they were thinking."

"I were furious Peter, I still am but there's no point going mad at Tracy because that's what she wants, a reaction." Carla said "And anyway I don't care what they were thinking, I just don't like the idea of our private moments being broadcast like that, that's all"

"Spose it's a good thing she only sent it to Beth eh?" Peter said thankfully

"And you know that d'ya?" Carla said with her eyebrows raised "I wouldn't put it past her sending it to her whole contact list"

"Don't be silly Carla, Tracy doesn't have that many friends" Peter said smirking and getting his phone out of his pocket, Carla chuckled at him

"That's true."

"Here let me get you a drink." Peter said getting up and ordering Carla a red wine, She sat and waited for him to come back.

"Thank you Peter" Carla smiled appreciatively as he sat down and handed her wine "and thanks for last night." She added

"Wait... you're thanking me?" Peter said thinking of how helpful she had been with his Dad. Carla giggled and nodded shyly

"Yeah I am… I mean I ave to tell you... I had the best nights sleep, I've had in a long time"

"Me too actually." Peter said and left a silence between them for a moment, they were both still smiling when he added "So… seeing as we had such a good night, maybe we should do it again sometime?" Carla smirked at him and said

"Yeah… maybe we should." as Tracy walked into the pub. She took one look at Peter and Carla and grinned at them smugly

"Hey you two…" She said joining them at their table

"Tracy" Carla said sarcastically, Peter on the other hand was more upfront

"What were you thinking when you sent that picture of me and Carla out this morning?" he asked his phone in his hand.

"Oh" Tracy said and she bit down on her lip in an fake apologetic fashion "I didn't think it would get back to you."

"Oh come on Tracy, you knew Beth wouldn't ave been able to keep it to herself" Carla said

"Carla was round helping me with Dad and you've made it all seem like some big joke" Peter said

"Oh lighten up, it was just a bit of fun" Tracy said sighing

"Well I'm glad you think so Tracy" Peter said putting his phone down on the table mysteriously.

"Why's that?" Tracy asked not so sure of herself now.

"Well let's just say that I've been keeping a rather embarrassing picture of you on me phone that Steve sent me, for a while now and as it's just a bit of fun I thought maybe I should send it out.."

"What picture is this?" Carla asked intrigued. Tracy shot Peter a "don't you dare" look but he leant and whispered into Carla's ear. Carla's draw dropped "Really" she gasped, making Tracy squirm in her seat. Peter then looked back at Tracy with a grin

"You wouldn't" She said her face deadpan, knowing exactly that Peter probably would.

"What makes you think I haven't already? Only I don't actually ave Beth's number so maybe I just sent it to a few of my friends instead" Peter said smugly, Carla who was trying her hardest not to laugh just nodded along.

"Peter!" Tracy cried looking around her to see if anyone in the pub was looking at her and laughing, She then turned back to her brother "You so better not ave" She said then she got up and stormed right out of the pub. Carla and Peter both burst into uncontrollable laughter and they were both sure that Tracy wouldn't try something like that again.