I know you haven't made your mind up yet

Part 2: Drunk words, Sober thoughts

5:30am and Nick's alarm was just going off waking him for the day ahead.
"Morning Car..." He whispered turning to face her, only she wasn't there was she? Confused, Nick frowned to himself, surely Carla couldn't still be out could she? Maybe she had stayed the night at Michelle's, or had she gone back to Kate's? Sitting himself up, Nick leant across the bedside table as he reached for his phone. No missed calls from Carla and no text messages either.
"Let me know your safe, I'm worried. Lots of love Nick." He typed on his phone pressing the send button before he could hear the key in the door. He raised his eyebrow putting his dressing gown on as this person
was taking in awful long time getting in.

Opening the door Carla soon stumbled in now clearly quite drunk. "Christ..." He laughed a little as he caught her before she fell.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't my sexy husband to be." She smirked looking into his eyes.
"Steady on and how much have you had to drink? How did you even get home?" He frowned questioning her as he held her up.
"Erm...." Carla thought to herself for a moment. "I don't know the answer to either of your questions, pass." She giggled.
"I think it's time for bed, don't you?" He laughed a little as he picked his fiancé up carrying her into their room, he knew that there was no way she would be able to walk after all she could barely even stand up. Carefully placing her down on the bed Nick leant over as he kissed her lips.
"Bloody hell Carla... You taste like a pub." He spoke.
"Hmm come and get me." She laughed trying to pull Nick down on the bed. Feeling her do this he stood himself up.
"You, get some sleep well I go to work." He instructed her now she needed to sleep this off. It was rare that Carla would get drunk but when she did she wouldn't even know what her own name was.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered watching on as she saw Nick approach the bedroom door.
"Your allowed to get drunk, it's your hen night babe." He smiled sweetly as he walked over to the bed. There was more to it than that and Carla wasn't just apologising for being drunk.
"We can't get married... I can't marry you Nick." Carla blurted out.