Back In Weatherfield

Chapter 14

I guess this classifies as mild themes of loss, but otherwise I hope you enjoy

21st November 2019

They went to sleep about 10 last night, Carla falling asleep on Peter around 9 halfway through the film, so he carried her to bed, undressing her knowing she would be more comfortable in an old t-shirt of his rather than her day clothes, he did this somewhat effortlessly, trying not to wake her from her peaceful sleep. It was around 2am when Peter woke up to go to the loo, Carla wasn't in the bed next to him, he heard muffled cries coming from the corner of the room.

"Car?"

"Don't"

"Can I turn the light on?"

"No"

"Come back to bed, you're going to be cold sitting there and that's not good for you" he sighs taking a seat next to her

"No I need to stay awake"

"Why?" he prompts

"In case something happens, you never know what could happen Peter" she sighs getting worked up

"Like what?" he prompts again knowing that she could get annoyed very quickly, more quickly than usual

"People plotting" she huffs getting up and moving to the lounge sitting in the armchair

"Tell me what's going on in your head, I want to help" he sighs sitting on the sofa

"How does she do it?"

"You've lost me, love"

"Ciara, every time she gets me so wound up but I just feel nothing no pain, no heartache, how does that work?"

"I don't know, maybe you're finally coming to terms with things" he shrugs unable to give a suitable explanation which would probably just anger her more, but he couldn't think something up on the spot

"Oh hardly Peter, talking about our daughter like that, it's always made me feel bad, angry how come I can just feel nothing all of a sudden?"

"How do you want to feel about it then?"

"I don't want to talk about it" she shivers

"Car, can you please at least wrap this blanket around you, I don't want you to be ill" Peter sighs throwing her the blanket

"I miss her Peter"

"I know you-"

"No my heart aches for her, I needed her she might've saved us I don't want to replace her"

"Oh Carla I wish I didn't put you through all the stress"

"Did you ever think about her?"

"Yes, she would've been your double, feisty, outspoken at times, funny but also kind, caring and she would've had a good heart just like you" he smiles kneeling down in front of her taking one of her hands in his "What about you? What do you think she would've looked like? Been like?"

"My feistiness, how could a kid of ours not have that, dark brown hair, your eyes and that cheeky grin you have, plastered on her face when she would get into trouble which would no doubt melt my heart, she would've loved Si, and Si would've loved her wanted to protect his little sister, it's a shame he didn't get to meet her, she would be five now starting school and I would kill to meet her little friends, get to know her teacher, find out whether she would've been academic or creative, not that it matters but either way I would love her so much Peter, so much" she cries as he holds her close, he knew this would happen, the outcome of counselling, no matter how delayed it was, he knew these feelings would be stirred up