I know I said that I was done with all of this, and I think I am going to take a step back and just let this storyline play out, maybe process it all as a whole, once it's over & done with.
However, there were a few of Becky's behaviours / comments that I needed to address in some way, and once I started I got a bit (a lot) carried away and ended up with a retrospective saga spanning the entire length of Lisa and Becky's relationship. So, this is, I'm afraid, a Lisa & Becky fic, an uncomfortable, unhappy perspective of their (possible) *true* relationship . And it is a long one, so, I apologise for that too.
Sobering
After Becky and Lisa's first proper fight Becky had stormed out and gone drinking. She had turned up at Lisa's door at two in the morning slurring apologies and putting her best puppy dog eyes to use. Lisa had rolled her eyes, mildly irritated but mostly affectionate, and ushered Becky into her flat.
"What am I going to do with you, eh?" She'd asked softly.
"Love me?" Becky had suggested with a sad pout. Lisa chose to ignore that particular suggestion, it was too early in their relationship to be using that word just yet.
"Come on, you shower and I'll make a cuppa."
Becky made an attempt but ended up stumbling and crashing into a lamp after three steps.
"Jesus Bex, how much have you had?"
"Dunno, I was sad." She reached out clumsily, pulling Lisa towards her and pressing her face into her chest. "Please don't leave me."
Lisa guided Becky into the bathroom and started to help her undress. Becky's attempted sloppy kisses and wandering hands were almost relentless.
"Bex stop, you're drunk."
"So? Don't you want me?"
"We are not having sex when you're three sheets to the wind babe."
Becky sulked, like a toddler, arms folded across her now naked chest, head lowered, bottom lip jutting forward.
"You are utterly ridiculous..." Lisa stated, her voice soft, she lifted Becky's face and pressed a tender kiss to her pouty lower lip "...and annoyingly adorable."
Becky smirked, her eyes twinkling as she leaned in to kiss Lisa before suggesting "Join me? I'll behave I promise, just, need to feel you near, please?"
"Fine."
They showered together, then Lisa wrapped Becky in her fluffy bathrobe and gently dried and combed her hair. They drank tea, then fell into bed together. Becky managed to convince Lisa that she'd sobered up, and eventually persuaded her to have messy, fumbled sex, before they fell asleep together.
The next morning Lisa woke Becky with breakfast, pain killers and delicate kisses, and whatever their argument had been about was completely forgotten.
After that, whenever they fought Becky would storm out and return several hours later, pretending to be drunk. Every time Lisa would roll her eyes affectionately, help Becky to shower, then make her tea, which would always miraculously sober Becky up enough for Lisa to agree to sex. And their fights would be forgotten.
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When Becky was pregnant with Betsy, she could no longer rely on getting drunk. For the first few weeks Lisa was overly affectionate and forgiving, so they didn't argue much anyway. And, of course, Becky always had the option of playing the hormones card.
However, when Lisa called at the end of a shift saying that she was going out for drinks - drinks which Becky could no longer participate in - Becky saw red.
She waited a couple of hours, long enough to be sure that Lisa would be over the limit and unable to drive, then called her, in a faux panic.
"Lise? Lisa, I need you, it's... Something's wrong, the baby."
The blood had drained instantly from Lisa's face and her heart lurched from her body.
"I, fuck. Go, go to the hospital, I'll meet you there okay?"
"What? No, Lise I need you to take me, I, I can't go on my own."
"I've been drinking sweetheart, I can't drive. Just, just get a cab, I'll meet you there, I promise, I will be there waiting for you."
At the hospital Lisa was riddled with guilt as Becky clutched dramatically at her tiny bump, tears rolling over her cheeks.
The scan, thankfully, showed that their growing child was perfectly healthy. They were informed that they had been right to get checked, but that mild cramping and spotting were not uncommon during early pregnancy.
When they got home Becky had broken down, sobbing about how terrified she had been.
"I thought I was losing it Lisa, I thought that I was losing our baby. I was all alone and scared and you, you were out drinking. I had to sit in the back of a taxi, thinking that my baby was dying inside of me, and you weren't there."
The guilt had been sufficient enough to ensure that Lisa only left Becky's side to go to work. She refused invitations to drinks, turned down over time and extra shifts, gave up her early morning sessions at the gym. Anything that took her away from Becky was deemed unnecessary and unimportant.
Lisa read pregnancy books cover to cover, every one of them advised that stress should be avoided, that a partners role was to be supportive, to remain calm, patient, attentive, understanding.
They barely fought at all throughout Becky's pregnancy. On the rare occasions when voices did start to rise, Becky would wince and rub her hand over her stomach soothingly, and Lisa would instantly start to fret and fuss.
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The addition of Betsy to their lives threatened to create a new dynamic, one which Becky quickly decided she was not in favour of.
Lisa loved Betsy, purely, fiercely - exactly as a mother should love her child - only, in Becky's mind, Lisa was not Betsy's mother. Becky had been the one who carried her, she had nurtured and grown her, given birth to her, Betsy belonged to her. Yes, Lisa had provided her egg, but, a donor had provided the sperm and he had no claim, so why should Lisa's egg automatically give her any claim?
On the flip side of that coin, Becky had become very accustomed to being Lisa's main priority, always, but as their tiny premature daughter lay in the intensive care unit, Lisa started to prioritise the baby's needs over Becky's. It was clear that Lisa loved Betsy more than she loved Becky, and Becky *hated* it.
When they were finally allowed to bring Betsy home, Becky insisted that she should be exclusively breast fed - she was a preemie and needed the nutrients and goodness that only her mother's milk could provide, formula just would not cut it. And of course, because Betsy had spent so much time in an incubator, missing out on crucial bonding time, the idea of pumping milk and using bottles was absolutely out of the question.
This arrangement worked to make Becky 1) Betsy's primary and most essential caregiver, and 2) Lisa's first priority once again.
Eventually, it became the norm, and this dynamic cemented itself - Becky cared for Betsy, Lisa cared for Becky. It suited Becky perfectly, and Lisa never got the chance to experience any other way, or to even question if there was another way.
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In their untraditional family, Lisa somehow found herself in the role of a traditional father. She became the breadwinner, Becky took on the bulk of the childcare and Lisa worked hard to provide for her family, to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table.
As Betsy grew and needed more things, and the economy changed and pushed prices higher and higher, Lisa found that she needed to work longer hours, to climb her way up the career ladder - promotions brought bigger pay cheques. Working was how she cared for her family, and so working became her purpose in life.
Of course, Lisa working so much meant that Becky couldn't, in the first instance nursery care was expensive, then when Betsy turned 4, Becky needed to be available to do the school run, to care for Betsy during school holidays, to be home in case Betsy was sick and needed collecting.
Although Becky did miss being at work, being a stay at home mum actually suited her just fine. She dropped Betsy off at 8.30 every morning, and then she was free to do whatever she pleased until it was time to collect her at 3.30. She would browse the shops, meet up with friends for coffee or lunch, visit the cinema, treat herself to an occasional spa day. When summer rolled around she would spend the day just soaking up the sun in the back yard; in winter time she would curl up in front of the fire and watch Netflix, or read a book.
After collecting Betsy from school and letting her run off some energy at the park, Becky would cook an evening meal while Betsy played in her room. Once they had eaten, Becky would listen to Betsy read, help her with homework or spellings, then get her ready for bed and prepare her uniform and lunch for the next day.
Lisa returned from work each day to a hot meal and a glass of wine, which she would thank Becky for with a kiss and an offer to clear up once she was done eating.
This was how Lisa became responsible for the majority of the housework. Because "There's no point in trying to tidy or clean while Betsy's turning the couch into a fortress and creating glittery magic potions is there Lise?"
No, cleaning was a night time job, and Lisa was almost obsessively tidy, so whilst Becky did try to help, she would have to double check everything she did because "I know how you like to have everything in it's proper place Lise, I don't want to stress you out by getting it wrong". Eventually, Lisa insisted that she was happy to clear up by herself, and so Becky would sit back and let her.
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When Betsy was six a new officer transferred to Weatherfield Station, a newly divorced single mum of twin boys, only a year younger than Betsy. She was assigned to Lisa's team and the two women quickly bonded over discussions about school lunches, after school clubs and kids TV shows.
Lisa started to talk about her new colleague - Hannah - a lot. After hearing her name every day for a week, Becky decided, without ever having met her, that she hated Hannah, and her twin boys.
When Lisa suddenly announced one evening that "I've arranged a play date for Betsy on Saturday, with Hannah's boys", Becky seethed.
"This Saturday? I wish you'd asked me first, I already promised we'd take her to that new soft play place."
"Oh, that's perfect, the boys will love it. I'll mention it to Hannah, she can meet us there."
Becky had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
As it turned out, Betsy was absolutely fascinated by the two identical little boys - Jacob and Joel - and instantly declared that they were her new "bestest best friends forever and ever". The three youngster excitedly ran off to explore the play area together, leaving their parents to sit and chat over cheap tasteless coffee. Or at least, Lisa and Hannah chatted, mostly about work, which made it difficult for Becky to join in, so she decided to observe instead. Lisa seemed happy and relaxed with Hannah, she spoke animatedly, confidently, she was smiling and laughing. Becky didn't like it. She scowled and sulked, and insisted they take Besty straight home as soon as their two hour play session was over.
The drive back home was tense and quiet. Betsy was sent straight up to her bedroom and Becky suddenly announced that she wanted to return to work.
"I miss it, I fell into this new role, this routine of looking after Betsy and I think I forgot, but, listening to you and Hannah talking about work today, it made me remember how much I used to love it. I think I'm gonna go in to the station on Monday, see about pulling my uniform out of storage."
"Right, yeah, if that's what you want, we'll have to figure out childcare though."
"Don't worry about that, I'll sort it."
A month later Becky's phased return to work began, part time, desk duty until she finished re-training, strictly school hours only to begin with. Her shifts began at 9 and ended at 3, and the arrangement worked perfectly for them.
Becky kept a very close eye on Hannah, and on Lisa. She had a few quiet words in the ears of her superior officers, dripping suspicions and doubts about Lisa’s new work partner.
Two months after Becky's return to work an anonymous complaint was made against Hannah and their DI was reluctant to defend her. Hannah was suspended indefinitely, until a place at a different station became availabile, then she was quietly transfered with a demotion to a lower rank.
When Becky explained the finer details of the situation to Lisa - "I'm in that place all day, I get to hear everything, you know?" - it was decided that they probably shouldn't be seen socialising with Hannah, and they eventually lost all contact with her.
Hannah's transfer left a position open at the station, and, of course, Becky was first choice to fill the role. This meant that she was working longer shifts, and suddenly child care became a joint responsibility.
It was challenging, but they made it work for the most part, until the day that Betsy's after school art club was cancelled. Lisa had been on an early shift, so it was agreed that she would finish early to collect Betsy from school. Unfortunately, nobody informed the armed robber at the local garage of this plan, and Lisa was still negotiating with him, as he erratically waved a knife around, at 3.50, twenty minutes after she was supposed to collect Betsy.
She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, knew that it would be the school, prayed that they'd try Becky instead - her shift had only just started, she should hopefully be available.
Becky, however, heard her phone, recognised the school's number, and decided, since it was Lisa's job today, that she didn't need to answer.
At 4.15 - 45 minutes after the end of school - Lisa hauled the robber in for questioning. Becky, who was on processing duty, pulled her to a side and hissed out an accusatory "Did you forget about Betsy?"
"No, I was stuck in the middle of an active crime scene. Didn't the school try to contact you?"
"Why did you take a call when you knew Betsy needed collecting? Was getting one more collar really more important than our daughter?"
"No. How can you even think that?" Tears sprang to her eyes, but she refused to cry at work. "Look, can we do this later? I need to get to the school before they call social services."
"Well it's a shame you didn't think about that an hour ago, isn't it?"
"I'm sorry, okay? We'll talk after your shift."
Lisa ran to her car, frantically calling the school as she went
"Hello? Hi, I'm so sorry, it's Lisa Swain, Betsy's mum, I'm on my way right now. I'm so sorry. Please, please tell Betsy that I'll be there soon. I'm sorry. I'll be five minutes."
Betsy was sat quietly playing with Legos in the head teacher's office when Lisa finally made it to the school. Lisa instantly scooped her up and whispered desperate apologise into her hair.
"Did you forget me?" Betsy asked, her tiny voice wobbling with uncertainty.
"No, oh sweetheart, no, not ever I promise."
After explaining the situation to the school head teacher and safeguarding officer - who informed Lisa that Betsy's other mother had also failed to answer their call - Lisa and Betsy finally made their way home.
Betsy refused to speak at all in the car, and she stomped straight up to her bedroom when they got home, sullenly announcing that she didn't want anything to eat. Lisa guiltily cooked Betsy's favourite meal, accompanied by a double scoop of ice cream with rainbow sprinkles, and took it up for Betsy to eat in her room - something she would never usually allow. Betsy had a single bite of a sausage, then finished every last lick of ice cream, before declaring herself full.
Betsy refused to leave her bedroom until it was time for her to actually go to bed, when she suddenly decided she was ready to talk and forgive her mum for abandoning her.
When Becky got home from work just after midnight, Lisa was curled silently on the couch, an empty wine bottle on the floor, and tear tracks staining her cheeks.
"How's Bets?"
"She's okay, we talked it through before I put her to bed."
"Right, so why are you crying? Did someone neglect you?"
"I didn't... Do you know what, you didn't answer your phone either, and you were not negotiating with a guy weilding a knife, so what's your excuse?"
The flash of anger that crossed Becky's face made it clear to Lisa that that was very much the wrong thing to say.
Becky stomped towards the couch, looming menacingly over Lisa and speaking with a dangerous growl, spitting out every word.
"Don't even think about pinning this on me. You agreed to do the school run today, you knew that she finished at three thirty. So please, do forgive me for thinking that I could rely on you to be there for our daughter, no truly, that was completely my mistake. I should know by now how bloody useless and selfish you are."
"Becky please."
"Save it Lisa, I don't care about whatever pathetic excuse you're gonna come up with. You can sleep down here tonight, I can't even stand to look at you."
Becky had refused to speak to Lisa for two days after that, and she put in a request at work to only work night shifts - leaving the house shortly after Lisa got home at night, and returning in time to get Betsy ready and take her to school, before heading home to sleep until the end of the school day.
Working opposite shifts meant that Lisa and Becky barely saw each other during the week, but that was a sacrifice worth making to ensure that Betsy never felt forgotten.
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When Betsy was seven, her mums got married. She got to wear a pretty princess dress and eat lots of cake.
The proposal had been slightly cliché, but extremely sweet and unexpected.
The planning had been, intense. Becky's planner was almost surgically attached to her hand and Lisa started to feel grateful for work so that she got a break from flower selections, playlists, menus and seating plans.
The day itself was a grand affair, at Becky's insistence, as she explained "I just want the whole world to know that you're all mine, that we belong together forever." To Lisa, the declaration sounded like romance, to Becky, it meant possession.
As they swayed softly together on the dance floor to their chosen song, Lisa asked her new wife "Are you happy?"
"it's been a perfect day, and now, you're legally stuck with me for life, no matter what."
Lisa hummed happily, content "Do you promise?"
"Cross my heart darling, until death do us part."
"Sounds perfect."
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The first six months of their marriage were happy, some would say blissful. The knowledge that they were forever settled gently between them and brought a peace to their home that neither had known before.
It wasn't long, however, until the certainty of forever morphed into something darker, almost threatening.
The fights started small, similar to how they were at the beginning of their relationship. They were usually resolved in the same manner - Becky drank, Lisa helped her sober up, they had sex and forgot about the conflict.
Over time they escalated, snide remarks turned into screaming accusations, each argument more vicious and louder than the last.
Betsy learned to drown her parents fights out with noise cancelling headphones and loud music, of they were particularly bad she would just arrange to stay at a friend's house.
It was always Becky who collected her afterwards, full of apologies
"I'm sorry we were shouting chick, you know how your mum can be." Becky would roll her eyes dramatically, making Betsy giggle and nod in agreement. "She's calmed down now though and is feeling suitably guilty enough that I reckon we could talk her into pretty much anything. How does McDonald's and a cinema trip sound?"
"On a school night? No way will she agree to that."
"Wanna bet?" Becky would state with a conspiratory wink "You just need to learn which buttons to press."
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On a random December day in 2021, after a solid week of fights, accusations and disagreements, Becky stormed out of the house, intentionally ignored all of Lisa's calls, and never returned.
When Lisa told Betsy that her mother was gone, her daughter had screamed at her, broken, furious
"It's not fair. Why? Why did it have to be her? It's not fair. This is your fault. It's always your fault, I hate you. I hate you. I wish it was you, you should be dead, not her."
When she finally calmed down, Betsy collapsed in desperate apologies, clinging and begged her remaining mother not to leave her.
Lisa knew that she hadn't meant it, that Betsy had been in shock, but that didn't stop the words from echoing in a constant loop around her head.
When her wife died, the grief and guilt that she felt almost tore Lisa completely to shreds.
I'm not completely happy with this fic, but I've been writing it all day and I just can't figure out how to make it any better.
Anyway, I have a desperate need for Carla to witness exactly how Becky treats & speaks to Lisa, and so, this is a "what if", in which Carla overheard the little Swain family argument about Betsy going to Spain
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Carla listened as Betsy's footsteps stomped up the stairs, waited for the familiar slam of her bedroom door. Yet more intrusive sounds that she wishes she hadn't had to hear today - she was definitely not shifting this headache any time soon. She closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath, then slowly and quietly made her way down the stairs.
Lisa was sitting on the armchair, head in her hands and defeat written on her face. She didn't look up when she heard movement, just sighed and waited for the inevitable barrage of insults from her daughter. When faced with nothing but a gentle silence, Lisa finally looked up.
"Carla?" Had she completely missed Carla coming home? "I... I thought you were at work?"
"No I... My head was pounding, I came home for a lie down."
"Oh." Lisa stood then, started to make her way to the kitchen "Did you want tea? Think there's some peppermint somewhere, Ryan swears by it."
"Yeah... No. I mean, in a bit maybe. Can we talk first?"
Lisa paused, leaned heavily against the counter top, her back turned to Carla.
"Lise?"
"Don't think I've got another argument in me right now." She didn't mean to snap, definitely shouldn't have snapped, instantly felt guilty.
"That's not what I'm looking for darling, I promise." Carla, as always, met her with softness.
Lisa's shoulders dropped and she slowly turned around, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor.
"Sorry." Lisa's voice was so broken and exhausted, and Carla wished she could just snap her fingers and erase all of her pain.
"Come here love." Carla opened her arms out, a gentle and much needed peace offering and Lisa only hesitated for a second before cautiously stepping into them.
"I'm sorry Carla, for all of this."
"S'okay."
She hadn't been looking for an apology, but she understood Lisa's need to offer one.
She reached a hand to Lisa's face, brushed a strand of hair tenderly behind her ear, then gently guided them to sit on the couch, her hold reluctantly easing, allowing Lisa whatever space she might need.
"I heard you all, earlier." Carla started cautiously, pausing for Lisa to acknowledge and register her words.
"Sorry, I didn't realise that you were home."
"No. Neither did she, it seemed."
"Did we disturb you? If I'd known you were trying to rest..." Lisa was rambling frantically, her body tensed and ready to fight, or more likely flee.
"Lise, stop. Stop." Carla's voice was soft but the instruction was firm. She wrapped her hands around Lisa's, connecting them physically in a way that had been devastatingly lacking for far too long. "I'm not looking for apologies, my darling, I promise, this isn't an attack."
Lisa's body remained tense, her eyes still fixed downwards, but she didn't pull away, and Carla dared to consider that a win.
"I heard how she was speaking to you, Lise, not just the things she was saying but the tone, the attitude. Felt like maybe that wasn't exactly unusual for you?"
"Yes Carla, we had rows. We were together for twenty years, that's hardly surprising, is it?"
"No, no not surprising that you argued. I was more concerned about how you were arguing."
That was apparently not the right thing to say.
"Right, so now I can't even argue properly? I thought you said this wasn't an attack?"
Suddenly Lisa's hands were pulled away and she was standing, shaking, eyes flitting to the door. She reminded Carla of a caged animal, and so that was how she decided to approach her. She didn't chase, she stayed as still and quiet as she could, hands open in a silent show of peace, face calm and neutral. Lisa didn't move closer, but after a few tense minutes she did sit down on the armchair.
When Carla was satisfied that Lisa was no longer searching for an escape, she decided that perhaps some tea was a good idea after all.
"I'm just going to make us a drink." She explained her intention carefully before standing, choosing to walk around the back of the sofa, rather than risk disturbing Lisa by brushing past her.
Lisa listened to the soft sounds of Carla moving around the kitchen. The rush of water as she filled the kettle; the gentle hum as it slowly started to warm up. The clatter of mugs, Carla undoubtedly searching for their favourite ones. The familiarity of it all washed over her, and she realised that her body was no longer tense, that she felt, safe. She slowly relaxed on the chair, allowing her body to melt into the cushions behind her. Her fingers uncurled and she decided to ignore the biting stings in her palms where her nails had left tiny red indents.
When a warm mug was placed silently on the table in front of her, Lisa managed a sincerely whispered "Thank you".
Carla retrieved her own drink, and sat quietly back on the couch, savouring the warmth of the mug and stealing subtle glances at Lisa. She waited for Lisa to pick up her own mug before she started to drink, and then waited for Lisa to finish before she stood to carry both mugs to the sink and ran warm water to rinse them out.
Lisa's arms sliding around her waist was the very last thing that she had been expecting, and she instantly froze, terrified that even the smallest of movements would make Lisa retreat again. She felt Lisa's head rest heavily against her back and allowed her to take as much strength and comfort as she needed.
"Come and sit with me." Lisa's white flag, offered in absolute heart felt earnest.
Carla could have cried. Very almost did. She closed her eyes to blink away the tears then dared to turn around in Lisa's arms. She met warm eyes and a cautious smile, Carla realised that this was the first time Lisa had looked like her Lisa since the debacle of Halloween. Carla very quickly pushed all thoughts of Halloween firmly out of her head.
She followed Lisa back to the couch, sat close enough that their thighs pressed together.
Carla reached for Lisa's hand and spoke with a calm conviction ensuring to push all blame away from Lisa.
"She had no right speaking to you like that."
"She was just angry."
"She was condescending and cruel, and it's not your job to defend her." Direct and to the point, no use tip-toeing around the topic.
"Carla." It was a warning, but a weak one, so Carla doubled down.
"She has no right to speak to you the way that she did, especially not in front of Betsy. If that had been anyone else you would have arrested them for subordination or something."
Lisa's eyes sparkled at the unexpected lightness in Carla's words.
"Subordination isn't a crime, if it was your entire factory lot would get locked up on a daily basis."
"If you spoke to half of 'em they'd probably tell you that that's exactly what I do."
The welcome change of tone sparked a calm connection between them. Carla laid back, guiding Lisa with her until she settled comfortably on her chest.
"Look, I'm not trying to start a drama or anything, but I cannot just stand by and let her talk to you like you're something she's scraped off the bottom of her shoe."
"That's just how things are with us. That's how it always was."
"Okay, but baby, you do know that that's not okay, right? She claims to love you, but the things she was saying... Honestly, darling, she doesn't even respect you."
"It's not that simple."
"No, no love, I'm not saying that it's simple. God, it's anything but." Carla paused to find the right words, her lips pressing delicately to Lisa's hair. "Lise, this is complicated and messy and heartbreaking, and I wish that you didn't have to go through any of it. I wish she wasn't buried so deep inside your head."
A thoughtful silence settled over them then, Lisa snuggled deeper into Carla's chest, Carla's fingers scratched soothingly through her hair.
"You're nothing like her."
"Well, that's a relief."
Carla's chuckle was hollow and empty and it gave Lisa pause. She lifted her head, manouvered so that she could see Carla's face, and cupped her cheek tenderly, her thumbs tracing along perfect cheekbones.
"I mean it, Carla, the way that you love me, how safe I feel with you, it's like nothing I've ever known before."
"That's how it's supposed to feel, baby, safe, warm."
"Like a constant cosy hug?"
"Yeah, exactly like that."
"Well, you definitely achieve that."
"Good to know."
"How could I ever possibly consider being with anyone else, when I am loved so perfectly by the most incredible woman in the world?" Lisa's smile finally reached her eyes, and she leaned down to brush her lips tenderly against Carla's. "That's you, by the way." She clarified, just in case.
"That's also good to know." Carla kissed Lisa then, sure and certain, all niggling insecurities finally put to rest.
"Just to be clear, she doesn't get to speak to you like that again, not on my watch."
"You gonna shut her up, are you?"
"You think I wouldn't? Got a sexy detective on my side, ain't I? Reckon I could probably get away with splitting her lip a little bit, in self defence."
"Ah, self defence, of course."
"Well, fiancée defence, technically, but I don't think that would stand up in court."
"She couldn't take you to court anyway, you know, what with her technically being dead."
"Oh, good point. Maybe I'll go a bit harder than a split lip in that case."
Lisa rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation, and Carla beamed up at her, feigning innocence.
"I'm serious though Lise, if she starts like that again you just walk away, or you kick her out, whatever it takes to stop her from getting inside your head. And then you come and find me, no matter what, and I'll help you to feel safe again."
Tears sprang to Lisa's eyes, but for the first time in a long time they stemmed from joy, rather than pain.
"Carla Connor, what would I ever do without you?"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, my love, 'cos you're stuck with me for life."
the way i lowkey just envisioned carla swinging on becky but missing and knocking the shit out of lisa instead cause she was trying to prevent the fight by standing between them…
The way I can't tell if the pictures are AI or real and we just haven't seen them before....oh and @swalrlalala posts lovely content on Twitter, you should totes have a look.
Edit ... It's a mock up, but isn't it spectacular!
Not to be not picky, but Lisa is missing at least 2 medal ribbons. The queens platinum jubilee and the kings coronation medal....possibly also the diamond jubilee too
Edit on closer inspection that is indeed the coronation medal ribbon.
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