The morning rays of the sun shine through the curtains and I take it as a sign to wake up. This morning Bella slept soundly and her crying did not wake me for the first time since our return home.
That scared me at first so I checked her pulse and heartbeat. This sounds creepier than it should.
Then I went downstairs and made myself a coffee. Today I'm supposed to take Bella to Neymar. He doesn't have training today nor tomorrow, so Bella will stay with him for the weekend, and I'm going back to my studio.
As soon as I took the first sip of coffee, I heard Bella cry. Here we go again.
I started to soothe her in my arms, and then a thought came to me. I really need a little break, not from Bella, she is my child-my responsibility, but from everything in general. It will be good for me if she stays with Neymar for a while.
But how will he know to calm her down, and when and how to feed her, and change her diapers. Hell, what if he forgets her in the park? Or takes her to some club? He, plus responsibility, equals chaos.
Fuck. I hope Nadine will be there, or I could just come up with something.
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I'm in front of restaurant with Bella in wheelchair, and I can already see Neymar through windows. I can't believe he is on time. I walk to him and he looks really nervous as he looks at me giving me weak smile.
"Hey"
"What's up, you look upset" I ask him as I sit in chair opposite of him. He looks at asleep Bella and smiles, taking her little hand in his big, tattooed one. Damn, can't he look bad for once? It would be easier to hate him
"Linda there's something I need to tell you"
"Don't tell me you are pregnant" I say sarcastically warning him and he laughs.
"This is hard"
"Just shoot. Can't be worse then when I saw you putting your tongue into my best friends mouth" I say, not giving him pleasure of forgetting what he has done.
He looks me apologetically "I know, I know, you are sorry. Just spit it out already"
"My manager called me this morning. Barcelona wants to accept me back"
Oh wow!
"Wait, really?" He nodds. "Well that's good, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes of course. I've always wanted to go back. They said they could tell that I went to PSG as a exchange player. Everything would be back to normal, but..." realization hits suddenly.
"You would have to move back there" I say almost as a whisper. He looks down.
I can't blame him, I can't understand him. I'm kinda hurt, but at a same time happy for him. I want to punch him in that stupidly pretty face for one more reason. Great, really healthy
Ijust sit there looking at my lap then at Bella.
"Say something" he says after minute of silence
"What do you want me to say?" He shrugged.
"Ney you did a lot of things you know? And I... I was always there to forgive. The day you brought as home was horrible. Because I realized that I would forgive you whatever you did. One sad look from you was enough for me to cry in your arms, after everything." I say fighting with tears in my eyes. He looks down, whenever I cry and he sees how much he fucked up he looks down.
"You fucked up everything. I dreamed of you coming to pick us up from hospital, and driving us home, where are families are waiting. But instead you left, and don't get me wrong, after all, I wanted you to leave. But most on this world I wanted you to change, and when they told me you prepared party, and set up crib with my grandpa, I... believed that you would. That you would change, not for me, but for your daughter. But here you are huh?"
He looks up now and once again his teared up eyes meet mine. "I didn't accept it yet"
"I think that for our relationship would be better if you accept the offer. About your relationship with your daughter - you decide." I say standing up, taking mu purse and getting out before he could say anything. I didn't even get to kiss Bella, what a mother am I?
I start crying even more at that though, not even thinking about all those people staring. My vision is so blurred I don't even see where am I going. It gets even worse when I leave restaurant and there are paparazzi. My security somehow escorts me to car. My postpartum hormones don't help in calming down anger at paparazzi, so I drive fast to my studio, making up (in my head) all ways how I could kill them.
I spend rest off my day alone in studio. Writing was really therapeutic for all feelings I had for last few days, and it calmed me down.
Hi guys, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated for a bit longer.
Anyways, I just saw that Neymar and Bruna B. are back together and they look so happy and cute together, I can't explain how happy I'm for them. Literally screaming😭
Oh yeah not to forget, Aurora is brunette NOT BLONDE! Don't get confused with picture, I couldn't find brunette.
Thank u so much for reading and if you liked it please vote it would mean a world!💕
