Edited 8th May 2020

Emily's P.O.V

"Tara, Emilys here!"

"Be out in a minute!" I hear her yell back through the bathroom door.

Devon pulls a top over his head and smiles at me, showing his perfect white teeth. "Come on in" He steps aside so I can enter the apartment, it's a lot bigger and a lot more extravagant than my apartment with Hunter, but then again I wouldn't expect anything less from my bestie. "Tara's just finishing up getting ready."

"So, I'll be waiting here all day then?" I joke and he laughs. "Where are you going?"

"Hunter asked if I wanted to go out today since he has to leave again tomorrow."

The thought makes my heart sink. That's the part I hate about him coming home, inevitably, he always has to leave again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you two were dating now" I joke again in an attempt to lift my own declining mood.

"Sorry, yeah. We're having an affair." he grins at me making me giggle.

"Pu-lease!" Tara interrupts us making her way from the bathroom. Her hair is still wet and I get the feeling I may have been right in thinking that we're not going anywhere soon. "If anyone is having an affair it's Emily and me, we've seen each other naked more times than you can imagine and we would-"

"Ooh, Visual" Devon says gazing off into the distance, all sorts of images running through his mind.

"Don't be crude, Devon"

Devin rolls his eyes and kisses his girlfriend gently. "Says the queen of crude."

She smirks at him and shakes her head. They're so cute together.

It's surreal to think a few years ago, Devon and I were, for lack of a better word, something- or maybe we were nothing? Either way, he was interested and on a very small scale, I think maybe I was too.

I don't think anything would have materialised between us, even if Hunter wasn't in the picture, there's far too much sexual chemistry between Tara and Devon, even back then. It just took a while to realise it.

Hunter was always the one for me, as much as I tried to fight it, just like Tara and Devon were made for each other. My thoughts travel to Phoebe Buffay and her lobster comment and I grin at myself.

"Give me five minutes and we can go," Tara says bringing me out of my thoughts and I nod.

I watch as Devon kisses her again, long and hard, she was her arms around his neck and I suddenly realise how intimate they are, I look away with a blush feeling like a total creep.

"I love you," She says and he replies the same before moving away from her.

He wanders passed me, a huge smile on his face. "See you later Em"

"Bye Devon" I wave as he picks up his keys from the small dresser beside the front door.

It shuts behind him with a soft click.

Tara bends over, flipping her hair forward and grabs it into an elastic before standing back up straight. She's created a beautiful, messy bun and I envy her. When I attempt to do that I make myself look like Miss Trunchbull.

Tara sways on her feet slightly and I move to grab her but she holds onto the side of the sofa for support, blinking her eyes rapidly.

"Stood up too fast" She explains and I nod, I've done that a few times myself.

"Are you okay?" I ask her as she steadies herself. She repeats my action and nods.

"Yeah." She smiles, it's small and timid, Unsure.

I can't help but think she's lying, her face has gone a little paler than usual and her skin looks a little clammy.

Within seconds, Tara has disappeared and I hear the telltale sign of her being sick in the bathroom.

The door is still wide open, so I enter without even asking. She's bent over the toilet bowl, throwing up her breakfast, her hair now looking a complete mess.

I stroke her back gently before going to retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen, when I'm making my way back to the bathroom, Something inside her bedroom catches my eye.

I do a double-take and blink a few times to make sure my eyes aren't deceiving me, it looks like a little shrine, every item immaculately placed on the bed for the perfect photo opportunity.

There's a couple of items, telling me exactly what I need to know but there's one in particular, the tiny, little white stick with two bright blue lines in the little display window.

Tara's pregnant.

XxxxxX

When I pick myself up from the bedroom floor, my head still swimming with a million questions, I slowly make my way back to the bathroom with Taras water.

I'm in shock, why hasn't she told me?

She looks a little better now, she's sitting up with her back against the bathtub, dabbing a wet cloth onto her forehead. "Here, drink this," I say and she takes the glass from me before taking a small sip.

"Thank you," She says eventually.

I look down at her, wondering if she's going to try and talk herself out of it or tell me the truth. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful" She admits letting her head fall into her hands.

I smile, not because she's miserable but because she's so usually so well put together, seeing her a mess is strange, I've known the girl for years and not once have I seen her look so terrible. A total one-eighty from her appearance just ten minutes ago.

"Can you give me a hand please?" She holds out her hand and I take it, lifting her from the floor. "Thanks"

"Okay, that's the second time I've had a 'thank you' from you in the past thirty seconds, what's going on with you?" I joke and she smiles as we make our way back into the living room.

Tara falls onto the cream coloured sofa and I sit beside her, waiting for her to tell me.

Thinking about it now, the signs were all there, I just never put them together.

The mood swings. Check.

But I assumed that was just Tara being Tara.

The crying. Check.

But I thought that was because everybody cries at The Notebook.

She didn't even drink at the engagement party in New York... How could I not have seen this coming?

I turn my head to look at her and I can see the cogs working overtime in her brain as she tries to figure out what to say.

She's obviously excited and happy about it if the little display on the bed is anything to go by so I put her out of her misery and hug her tight.

It takes a few seconds for her to respond but eventually, her arms wrap around me. "Congratulations"

"Thank you."

"And there it is again" I joke pulling back slightly. She's smiling but her eyes are shining with tears threatening to spill over. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugs and wipes her eyes. "It's bad luck to tell people before twelve weeks."

"How many weeks are you?" I ask and she's suddenly interested in the intricate pattern on the sofa.

"Fourteen" she admits, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. For someone three and a half months pregnant, she still looks incredible, not a bump in sight.

"Okay, so why didn't you tell me, really?"

"I was scared," she says looking back up at me "I didn't know how you would react. I was scared in case you didn't want to be near me"

"Why would you think that?" I question her completely confused.

After a couple of seconds, Tara places her hand on top of mine. "Because of what you went through with Nick and the accident."

It all clicks in my mind and though I'm happy she's considered my feelings, another thing I'm pretty sure is down to her pregnancy, I think she's a hundred per cent crazy. I could never not be happy for her.

"I'm fine Tara" I respond squeezing her hand, "I promise you."

"So, you're not mad?"

"Why would I be?" I frown and she sniffles wiping at her nose with the back of her free hand. Attractive.

"I'm still young, I haven't even got a job yet-"

"I'm not your mother Tara" I laugh and she joins in with me. "If you're happy about this, then I'm happy too."

She smiles again, bigger and brighter than the other times. "Than-"

"Please don't thank me again, it's freaking me out" I put a hand out to stop her.

She hugs me again and I squeeze her tight.

My best friend has another tiny little Human growing inside of her, suddenly the excitement flies up a few notches and I think of all the possibilities. Shopping for baby stuff, taking him, or her to the Park and being the cool aunty everyone needs in there life.

For all her faults, I think Tara will be a good mom.

"I was going over to tell my parents the night we found them arguing," She tells me.

"Shit- does Hunter know?"

"He does now," Devon says and we turn toward the doorway, his eye is split and bloody and his top has a small tear in it. "You're boyfriend is a fucking psycho Emily"