Cook & Effy: Five Years Later

Children?

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been in there for awhile mate."

"I think I just ate some bad food last night. I'll be out in a minute." I hold my stomach as the puke keeps coming up.

"Eff?"

"What Panda!"

"Can you let me in? You're not okay."

I groan flushing the toilet. After I rinsed my mouth I unlocked the bathroom to let her in. She shut it behind her.

"You're fucking annoying."

"And you're pregnant."

I froze, "No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Just because you have a baby and you've been pregnant doesn't mean you can sense when I'm pregnant. So knock it off yeah?"

Panda crosses her arms and stares at me. "I'm your best mate. I know you Eff. Does Cook know?"

"No... because I am not bloody pregnant!" I brushed past her to open the door. There was a line outside waiting... and Cook was first.

"Effy!" "Effy fucking wait!"

I stop walking and turned around, "What!"

"Where are you going? We're supposed to be having this wedding shower or whatever the fuck it is."

I shrugged, "I'm not in the mood for it now."

"Why? Because your preggo?"

I rolled my eyes and began to walk away from Panda's house again.

"Effy..." "Eff why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I'm not—because I don't know what I'm doing." My eyes swell and tears began to fall.

He closes the gap between us and hugs me. "I'm a literal mess and I can't stop thinking about my mother."

"Well, if you're a literal mess than I guess I am too."

I smile.

"Besides, you have Panda, you have your brother who has a wife and kids, and you have me. Your husband who will never leave your side. Don't cry, yeah?"

I nod and wrapped my arms around him.