Good isn't perfect [c.e] | 18+ a Chris Evans fanfic

43 | Birthday Party

Sunday December 20th

"Thank you for helping me out, Carro," Emma smiled at me as I got the pizzas out of her oven. "I thought I was being smart when I sent out the invitations to Sofia's birthday party so close to Christmas, but these mothers to the girls in Sofia's kindergarten are reckless. Every single one said they would drop off their daughter. That's twenty four-year-old girls."

The moment Emma had asked me if I wanted to help I had told her of course I could do that. I wanted to spend some more time with them before I had to go back to the states for the movie premier and all the interviews. Chris left yesterday and I was supposed to leave with him, but had postponed it two days, so I could help my best friend out.

"Hot tip," Emma drank from her wineglass which she had filled to the brim. "Never get kids." I could feel my heart sink, I had been so happy when I had found out I was pregnant. And here she was, telling me to never get kids. All I ever wanted was to get pregnant with the man I loved. I realised that now.

"Å faen," Emma looked at me when she realised she had hurt me with her words. "I'm so sorry Carro. I didn't mean it like that."

"It's okay," I took the wineglass from her and put it in the fridge. "You shouldn't be drinking. There are kids out in your living room." I grabbed the plates with pizzas I had put them on and carried them into the girls who were sitting around the table. "Pizzas are here! Who is hungry?"

"Me!" They all answered me in unison. I walked around the table and they all took a piece each. I walked into the kitchen again and put the remaining pizza on the kitchen table in front of Emma. "You should eat." I took the two soda flasks and walked back out into the living room. Walking around the table again I asked each girl which soda they wanted.

"Both, please." Marianne told me and held out her glass.

"You want both Coca-Cola and Fanta?" I asked and she nodded. These girls are something else. I poured half and half of each into her cup. She smiled up at me and thanked me.

"Now, what about the birthday girl, who happens to also be my favourite four year old, what does she want?" Sofia giggled before she pointed to the Fanta flask. I was about to pour it into her cup when she changed her mind.

"No, I want Coca-Cola!" I unscrewed the lid from the flask and was about to pour the brown liquid into her cup when she changed her mind again. "No, I want Fanta. No Coca-Cola. I can't decide." She covered her eyes with her hands before she spoke again. "You decide."

I laughed at her cuteness, she was just like her mother. Indecisive. I poured her some Fanta, since that was the first thing she said she had wanted. And you should go with your guts.

"Thank you, Tante Line."

"You are welcome," I kissed the top of her head. "What do you want, Maria?"

Maria was Sofia's best friend and very shy. She whispered something to Sofia before Sofia nodded and turned to me. "She doesn't like soda, so she wants water instead."

"Of course, she can get water," I fixed Sofia's tiara. "You are a clever girl Maria to not drink that poison. You want to know a secret?"

She nodded and I leaned down and whispered into her ear. When I pulled away she had big eyes. "Is that true?"

I nodded. "Yes it is. I will go get your water."

*

Emma and I were chatting while the girls were playing in the living room. "When is Chris planning on making you a worthy woman?"