What A Goal ~Phil Foden~

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Lucky a few weeks later Effy made a full recovery- it took a lot of help and a lot of convincing from Phil not to relapse - but it was officially 6 weeks since she had the operation, and 6 weeks since she last took a drug

It was match day for Phil meaning, because Ef couldn't be trusted, she had to be up at 6:45 to get on the coach with Phil to travel to Leister but she was having none of it

Phil had tried his best to keep her mood positive, the withdrawal symptoms for the first few weeks back after her relapse were extremely difficult.

She had a very sensitive stomach and she was still dealing with physical and emotional issues with her relapse.

But that was in the past now and they were going to make sure that it stayed in the past. He woke her up as gently as he could.

"Eff, babe. It's time to get ready, we have to get on the bus and we have to go to Leicester. Got it?"

"Just fuck off!" She mumbled, not only had she been throwing up all night because of the baby, she was also feeling like shit mentally

He winced sharply at her swearing, she hadn't been speaking in this fashion in the past few weeks and it was clear that she was going through something. His tone wasn't as calm and gentle as it had been previously when he spoke. "Don't speak to me that way, get up."

He moved her hands away from her face with a strong and firm grip. His eyes were stern and he needed her to listen for even a moment.

"You and I both know this isn't about the fact that you're not feeling well. This is about you trying to find any excuse possible so that you can go back to using. I'm not going to let you do that, so get up, get dressed and get in the car."

"I'm not going to fucking use whilst i'm pregnant Phil! I would never do that to our child, you absolute twat!"

He flinched slightly as she said the insult, it was one of the most hurtful things she had ever said to him.

She was pregnant and in a fragile state, yet she was insulting him like he was the lowest of the low. His mouth opened, he wanted to snap back at her in the same way but he knew that wouldn't accomplish a damn thing. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Get ready. Now. There's no argument here, you're not staying on your own today. I don't trust you."

"That's great to hear my own boyfriend don't fucking trust me." Effy scoffed as she turned back over "I can't go nobody even knows i am pregnant, and i look like absolute shit Phil!"

He sighed slowly as she turned back over and refused to get ready.

He understood her concerns, she didn't want to reveal to the world that she was pregnant right now, especially because it had happened during her relapse. His tone softened to try and soothe her worries.

"No one is going to know, and it's not going to come out. But I'm not taking any risks with you at the moment. You're coming with me, and that is final."

"I've been up all night throwing up! I don't want to go Phil, please."He softened at the thought of her suffering all night and it became even more difficult to be firm.

He gently placed his arms around her and cradled her, holding her close as he began to speak more softly.

"You've been throwing up because you're pregnant, that's normal. You just need some rest but that can wait for a few hours while we are there. We've got a game to win and I need you by my side to do that, can you do that for me?"

"I'm exhausted Phil, i don't think i can do this fucking pregnancy! i'm 18 and i can't even get up at 6:45 because of this stupid child." It was clear Effy was hormonal and has been for the past few weeks, she also hadn't been dealing mentally with the withdrawal symptoms of being an addict and not having the drugs for 6 weeks