This was painful to write! I love angst but not like this, I'm so angry that corrie are ruining Carter. I've written a very heartbreaking one-shot based off of the Adam storyline. None of this has been confirmed to actually happen, it's just theorising and imagining. I hope you enjoy, review would be very much appreciated!


"Peter, I'm telling you now, Carla slept with Adam." Abi sighed, dreading to drop such a cruel bombshell but she knew she had to succumb.

They were sat in the Rover's backyard; although it was December now which meant there was a piercing chill in the air, but Peter needed to get out. Things just weren't right since Carla had confessed about sleeping with a random man from the conference a few weeks back. He knew he'd done so much worse, but that didn't make this situation okay at all. He wanted a future with her still, he adored her, but things felt so forced. He couldn't just forget and he found it incredibly difficult to act normal.

When he was at his meetings, he was told to go outside in the fresh air when he felt tempted. It got him further away from the drink and he could have a clearer mind to think things through. That was the case today, until Abi hastily followed him through without giving him a chance to oblige.

She started saying all sorts of things, and it did make him wonder if she'd taken drugs. She wasn't making any sense and she was speaking as if she was very irate.

Meanwhile, Abi was trying to tell him what she'd recently discovered. Her head was such a mess that she almost sounded inaudible but one thing came out clear as day...

"Carla slept with Adam."

She was sneakily going through Ray's laptop as she started to grow suspicious of him and Debbie. She didn't know what she'd find but she was going through all of his CCTV footage when she saw it. Carla and Adam entering a hotel room together and later that night, running out very flustered. A blind person could guess what they'd been up to.

She couldn't lie to Peter and make him look like a mug, especially considering her history with Peter and how angry it made Carla. She swiftly ran to the Rover's to tell him, just as he was walking outside.

"What?" Peter's eyed widened. "How could you say something like that?"

"I know I sound crazy but it's the truth. And I hate to god that I have to tell you this but it's true." She bit her lip in anticipation.

"She wouldn't do that. It was some random guy from the conference." He shook his head in denial.

"She's lied to you, Peter."

"How would you know?" He raised his voice. "You'd do anything to break us apart. Because you've always wanted me to yourself. Well I'm sorry, but I'm staying with Carla no matter what."

"I saw the CCTV footage from the hotel she stayed at. I wouldn't lie about something like this."

The silence was deafening, Peter sat down and bit his nails nervously whilst looking to the ground.

Abi didn't know what to do, or what to say. It seemed like Peter was currently digesting such awful information, she swallowed as she awaited for his reaction.

"I don't believe you." He muttered.

"Peter, look at me." She tilted his head to face her. "She has cheated on you with Adam. And I know you believe me."

He pushed himself away from her and stood up, letting out a deep breath and leaning against the brick wall.

"How could she do this? Her own nephew?" He shouted.

"I can't believe she'd stoop so low..." Abi shook her head.

"And you're sure that this is all certain?"

"Afraid so."

He let tears flow, as he leant against the wall.

"I'm so stupid," he cried. "I'm so stupid. I felt like something wasn't right but I just let it happen!"

"Don't you call yourself stupid, Peter. This is all her doing and she will suffer the consequences. It's not every day you find out your girlfriend has slept with your nephew." She reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I need to speak to her," He sniffed, standing up straight. "I need to hear it from her."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You're angry and upset."

"What's the alternative? Drinking myself into oblivion?"

"No but-..."

"Actually, she'd love that, wouldn't she? Because last time, it gave her time to sleep with him behind my back. Who will she go for next? My flamin' dad? Because it seems like she has something for the Barlows."

"Just calm down, okay? We will go inside and I will make you a drink."

"I don't want a drink," He snapped. "I'm going to find Carla."

He swiftly walked inside and searched the bar and living room, but she wasn't there.

"Carla?" He called out.

"Where is she?" Abi asked.

"I have no idea," Peter said. "Look, I appreciate you telling me but this is something I need to do alone."

"Okay. Don't have a drink and I'll be here if you need me." She smiled, weakly.

He nodded. Now he was alone, he released a guttural sob before rushing upstairs.

"Carla?" He opened their bedroom door and still no luck. Before striding over to the bathroom door, which was locked. "Carla! I know you're in there."


Carla gasped, her head whipping up at the sound of pounding on the door. Her vision was blurry due to the tears she'd she'd in the past half an hour, she was not in the right mind to deal with Peter right now.

"I'm about to get in the shower." She lied, her voice wavering gave it away.

"No, you're not. You just can't stop lying, can you? Open this door now, I mean it." He said, in a scarily serious tone.

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut before hiding something in her dressing gown pocket and opening the door slightly.

"What?" She murmured.

"What are you doing in there?" He barged in and looked around. "Haven't got some bloke hiding in the shower?"

"What are you talking about? Peter, I thought we've moved past this."

"Why are you shaking?" He looked down at her hands before his blood ran cold as he saw something sticking out of her pocket. "What is that?"

"What is what?" She looked down to what Peter's eyes were locked onto, and suddenly her heart dropped.

"Are you pregnant?" He looked up, frantically.

A hand raised to her mouth as she cried, harsh sobs emitting from her lips. She felt overwhelmed, and so confused. She didn't know what to do for the best or how to feel, this was the worst situation to be in.

"Yeah." She stuttered, quietly.

"Who's the dad?" He asked before looking at her dead in the eye. "Me? Or Adam?"

Her eyes widened and she frantically shook her head.

"Yes, I know. I know that you slept with my nephew, Carla. How could you do such a disgusting thing!"

"I-I..."

"Save your apologies." He said, walking away and into the bedroom, perching on the end of the bed.

"Please, Peter! It meant nothing, this is no different to what you already knew. We're moving past this." She followed him.

"Carla, he is my dead sisters son! Do you not realise how messed up that is!" He yelled.

"I'm so sorry. If I could go back in time, I would."

"How could you do that! No matter what I said that day, that gave you no right to sleep with him!"

"I'm not saying it was okay. I know it was the worst thing I could do and I hate myself for it. I feel so guilty, Peter." She sobbed.

"Well, don't ask for my pity."

"Please, forgive me, baby. I will do anything."

"If I were you, I'd get dressed and tell Adam your news."

"Peter, please!" She sat next to him and took his hand, but he yanked it back.

"Are you keeping the baby?"

"I don't know," she shook her head and sniffed. "I don't know anything anymore."

"How far gone are you? Is it mine?" He questioned, as bile rose to his throat at the thought of Carla having someone else's child. But not just someone else's child, his nephews child.

"I don't know anything, Peter. I've just found out. I couldn't get rid of it l-last time."

"Are you really going to try and take this back to 2014?" He rolled his eyes.

"No! I was just saying."

"I've had enough of this. Of you. You bring everything back to that time, to make me look like the bad guy whilst saint Carla never does a thing out of place. Well I hate to break it to you, but that's so far from the truth."

"That's not true-..."

"It was your decision to take me back, I didn't force you. But why did you when you're clearly so bitter about it?"

"Because I love you. Peter, I love you so much."

"You've got a funny way of showing it."


It was now the evening, a few hours after their heated row. Peter left to go for a walk whilst Carla stayed back and thought of ways to fix this situation. So much had happened and she didn't know what to process first. Her mental state was already low since the guilt started eating away at her, but now she had something bigger to focus on. An actual child that was nestled in her womb, a bunch of cells that'd soon turn into a baby as it grew inside her. She didn't know what she wanted. Keeping the baby would be a massive thing, she'd be a mother and have someone looking up to her. But was it fair adding a baby to the mix when her life was already so complicated? The thought of who the father was constantly swam around her brain, she desperately hoped it'd be Peter's but their was no way to find out at this moment in time. She just prayed for a miracle.

She was sat on the sofa in the back room, just as Peter walked in.

"Do you want me to go?" She whispered.

"No. I think we need to talk." He sat at the table and fiddled with his fingers.

"I'm so so sorry, baby. I know you can't forgive me but you need to understand how much I regret this happening." She cried.

"I can't get over this, Carla. There is no way I can carry on with you after what you've done." He exhaled, trying to block out her heartbroken cries.

"We can try." Her voice cracked.

"I tried when it was just a random bloke and that was hard enough," he said. "No, there's no coming back from this."

"Remember that no matter what I've done, I love you more than anything in this world."

He wiped away his tears.

"What are you going to do about the baby?"

"I can't think straight." She shook her head, crossing her arms over her stomach.

"That could be my baby in there. The baby we never got to have. We could've been a family."

"We still could be. It's probably yours." She whimpered.

"Carla, 'probably' isn't good enough. It could be his."

"I don't even know if I want it."

"Really?"

"What kind of mother would I be? I'm a horrible person. I can't even take care of myself, let alone a child."

"You were willing to back then."

"I've got too much baggage now. And I hate myself, it's unfair to make a child have to suffer with me for it's whole life. I can't do it."

"So you're aborting it?" He asked, coldly.

"I don't know."

"You need to tell Adam. And by the way, I'm sleeping at my dads tonight."

"I will go, you can stay here."

"This is your dads place, I'll go."

"Before you go," Carla called out. "Is there any way back from this?"

He looked into her emerald eyes, the eyes that were glazed over by tears. So much love was still there, but it was overpowered by pure disappointment and heartbreak. He could never hate her, but the betrayal he felt in this moment was agonising. He felt it deep in his soul, he felt crushed.

He simply bit his lip and shook his head, before leaving the pub.