Returning

Chapter 2

"Of course I love him. He's our nephew!" She chuckles. "And I'm not lying when I say I don't like babies, but Bertie is different. Just look at him."

"I know, love. It makes me think..."

"About what?" She frowns.

"What it could've been like if, you know. If we had our baby."

"Peter. Do we have to do this now?" She shuts him out.

"I'm just saying. Do you ever think about it, about her?"

"Of course. But sometimes it's better not to mourn over the past, that's what Scott told me."

"True. I just love this maternal side of you. Makes me love you even more, and I didn't know that was possible." He says, his voice muffled due to his face being buried into Carla's head as he kisses her.

"Mm. You'll be seeing a whole lot more of it, I think we're going to be looking after Bertie a lot."

"Nothing wrong with that is there?"

"No, I love it. Keeps me distracted, gives me something to do." She replies.

"Speaking of having things to do, when's this meeting?" He questions, releasing her and going over to boil the kettle.

"Erm, half an hour. It's weird you know, I didn't think business would be booming this fast."

"Well, Sinead was good at her job."

"Yeah. I just hope I'll do her proud."

"You definitely will. You already have! She'll be so appreciative that you're doing all of this for Bertie's future. That's what she was scared about, I think. Bertie struggling when he's older. It's always going to be hard for him without a mum. But you're providing for him and that's amazing, love."

"Well, when you put it like that."

"I'm gonna go to Roy's now and get ready. Seeya, baby. Love you." She adds, kissing Peter on the cheek and softly squeezing Bertie's chubby cheek. "Bye bye, little one."

"Bye, love." Peter says.

At Roy's flat, Carla looked in the bathroom mirror and perfected her hair. Her raven locks had a slight wave in, a look she'd been opting for recently. It wasn't normal for her to have her hair anything but straight but Peter loved her natural hair, she thought she'd try and do more things with it and she actually really started to like her hair with more movement. Her makeup was minimal, as per, and she wore black skinny jeans with a black shirt. Matched with her signature leather jacket and ankle books, she went to grab her bag and left to go to the bistro.

Walking into the Bistro, she was greeted by Ryan.

"Heya, Ry." She greets him.

"Alright? I didn't know you were working tonight." He frowns.

"No, I'm not. I'm meeting a client. You know, to do with Sinead's Beard Oil."

"Ah, right. Have you got a table booked?"

"They said that they were going to book it."

"And what was their name?"

"Erm, I don't know." She narrowed her eyes in thought.

"You don't know the name of the person you're eating with tonight?" He rolled his eyes, in a playful manner. "Jesus Christ, Carla."

"The email was sent by the company. They never mentioned a name."

"We have a free table over there," Ryan points to the far corner. "You can go over there and when the client comes, I'll just say your tables been moved."

"Okay. Thanks, Ry. Orange juice when you're ready." She walks over to her table and sits down.

"There you are." Ryan hands Carla her drink a few moments later. "Not here yet then?"

"Nope." She shakes her head.

"Weird. Maybe they're stuck in traffic."

"They better hurry up. I can't be bothered with this today." She groans.

Half an hour later, Carla was beyond impatient. She was extremely fed up and started collecting up her stuff as Ryan came over to the table once again.

"A no show then?"

"Mmhmm. Ridiculous this. They were the ones that were desperate to meet up and then they don't flamin' show up. You wait and see the email I'm going to send to their stupid company." She says, irritably.

"What's their company called?" He questions.

"BPFM."

"Follow me." He frowns.

As the pair walk over to the bar, Ryan looks up this company on the computer.

"Hmm." He adds.

"What?" Carla frowns, trying to get a closer look.

"Well, I could be wrong. But Google says a company called 'BPFM' does not exist."

Carla looks at the computer.

BPFM company in Manchester

No results found

"Oh. I don't know-..."

"Did you get the name wrong?" Ryan asks.

"No. It was definitely that." She tilts her head in suspicion.

"So, what does this mean? What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe it was someone trying to make a joke? But why? I have no idea. I'm going to talk to Peter about it and leave it at that for now because I'm shattered."

"Okay. Seeya."

"Bye, Ry."

Hope you enjoyed this update, who set up this meeting? The company name I obviously made up so god knows what it comes up with if you search it. Leave reviews!