I love you..

Chapter 4.

"I just need space Peter! Everyone is constantly at my head. You, Rob, Michelle. I can't get away from it!" Carla shouted slamming the door to her and Peters flat closed.
Sighing Peter stood outside regaining his composure, before deciding on walking in after her. "Thats only cause we all care about yah love." Peter fought back. "But if space is what yah want, space is what I'll give yah..." He continued, before grabbing his cigarettes from the table and making his way back out.
"Look, Peter. Wait." Carla tried bringing him back, but he was quick out the door. They had been fighting all that day, Peter was fed up of Carla's mysterious behaviour, while Carla was fed up of always being asked what was wrong with her.
The hours passed by and still Peter showed no signs of returning, maybe she had been a little to harsh on him, Carla began wondering. But she couldn't help it. It was these stupid hormones, caused by his baby, which ultimately was his mistake. She sighed. Her head was going around in repetitive circles and nothing was making sense. She was once again exhausted too. Maybe that was the reason her head felt to messed up, but she couldn't sleep, not with Peter missing.
~the next morning~
Walking into the factory the following morning, Carla could hardly believe her eyes, as she saw him sitting there, as if nothing had happened. "And where exactly 'ave yah been hiding all night then?" She asked storming into her office where she threw her handbag upon the desk. She was still shattered, having barely slept an hour last night, busy worrying over where exactly her husband was.
"Was at me dads giving you the space yah so desperately wanted" Peter replied almost too cockily for Carla's liking. Glaring at him, Carla sat down at her desk.
"A simple text surely couldn't of hurt ay" she muttered under her breath switching on her computer screen where she began her days works.
Once again the hours passed by with the couple barely muttering a few words to each other. Sighing Carla glanced across towards her workers as they collected their belongings and headed out to lunch.
"So will yah be returning home today, or d'ya plan on staying out again? Only it would be nice to know for once" She asked breaking the awkward silence that lingered in the room.
"Depends. I mean if your just gunna bite my head off at everything I say, I may as well just spend another night at my dads." Peter signed throwing his pen to the desk. "Cause that's all yah do to me these days. Carla I only ask if your okay cause I care about yah, and I know there's something not right with yah, just tell me ay?" He pleaded, looking directly into her shimmering eyes. Shaking her head Carla took in a sharp breath avoiding his attempts of eye contact.
"Trust me its better you don't know. This ones really messed up Peter."
"No c'mon. I want to know.." He continued to pushing, silently praying Carla would give in soon.
Sighing Carla stood up, slamming closed the notebook she was writing in, before grabbing her jacket to leave, fed up of his constant harassment.
"Where yah going?" Peter asked, jumping from his chair to block the door. "Just tell me what's wrong Car' please..." He continued begging as she tried pushing past him.
"Fine. I'm pregnant.."