Just the way you are

Chapter 19

Neymar's view: "This is my Davi!",
I smiled and looked at her view.
I didn't know how she would react.

On the picture you could see a little 3-year-old boy with blond curls, looking happily into the camera.
This was my little sunshine, my little Davi.
The best thing that could ever happen to me.

Camila took my phone and looked precisely at the picture.
Then slowly a smile appeared on her lips.
"Oh my god! He is so cute! Who is this?",
she asked me motivated.
I smiled softly:
"It's my beautiful son!"
Her eyes got wide open.
She looked to picture, then to me and then again to the picture.
"No, you are just kidding me! Now seriously-who is this cute baby?",
she laughed, seemed to be shocked what I responded.

Did she really not believe me?

"This is my serious! I'm not lying.
I have a son-Davi Lucca!",
I responded and touched on my phone's surface to change the picture.
I wanted to show her a picture of Davi and me. Finally I found it and stopped touching the phone.
"Look, here we are together in Brazil! Cute, huh?",
I commented proudly.

In the picture, I hold Davi on my arms and we were together in Rio. This was last year.

Camila could not stop smiling and muttering things like:
"Aww, so cute!", or "Davi's cute curls!"
I noticed that she believed me because she didn't comment against it anymore.
"I've never thought that you have a son!",
she finally declared after I showed her some other pictures.
"Well...now you know! And that was the childish voice you heard!",
I smirked and knew exactly what she would ask next.
"Oh my gosh! IS HE HERE?",
she asked and looked exited around my room.

I've told you, I knew what she would ask!!!

"No, no he is not here unfortunately. He is in Brazil with his mum.
I was facetiming with him with my phone!",
I replied.
Cami looked a bit confused.
"Are you okay?", I asked.
"Hm..yes..but what about Davi's mum? She is not with...you?",
she looked with wide opened eyes to me.
I shook my head:
"No, she isn't. And if you want to know...I am single!",
I smirked and pawed at her with my shoulders.
I saw her uncomfortable view and couldn't help but laugh.
"No, I am just joking! Don't worry! But...yeah, I am actually single.
Davi lives with his mum. But whenever he wants to see me, he comes to Barcelona.
I miss him everyday...
Every night I am facetiming with him and see that he develops every day more and more.
I love him!",
I smiled.
She looked at me as if she watched a lovestory movie-full of emotions.
"You seem to be...a good daddy!",
she smiled.
"I am actually!",
I laughed.
"And what about the time?
Is he now not sleeping?
I mean it is almost mid night...how can he then facetime with you?",
she asked.

Oh girl!

"Cami! The time in Brazil is differently!",
I snorted with laughter.
Camila looked a bit ashamed.
I couldn't see if she blushed or not because the light was not too bright of my phone.
"Oh really...",
she stuttered.
We sat a while next to each other, still looking at pictures when Camila suddenly stood up:
"I think I have to go. You have a match tomorrow! Sorry that I disturbed you. My fault!",
she said and stood in front of me.

I noticed with the weak light her pyjama, which were a Micky Mouse top and some black shorts.
Her hair was open and fell casually on one side of her shoulders.

"No problem! I actually couldn't sleep. Stay a while more.",
I said and tapped on the seat next to me.
"No...you have to sleep now!",
she gently chuckled.
I looked at her. She wrapped her hair strainds around her fingers. I guess she was nervous.