Mackenzie Brooke, a 22 year old woman who's hoping to make her dreams come true; dreams involving soccer. She's got her successful soccer team, FC Barcelona, that she's a part of. Now, she hopes to get better and become a part of the World Cup soone...
¨Hey, Davi!¨ I say cheerfully as I approach him. He giggled and says hi back. How is this kid so cute?
¨You want to hold him?¨ Neymar asks me. I raise an eyebrow at him, somewhat nervous about it, considering my lack of experience in holding kids.
¨You want me to hold you, Davi?¨ I ask him. He nods his head urgently, giving me a cheeky smile while holding his arms out to me. I smile and carefully take him into my arms as Neymar puts on a jacket.
He instantly wrapped his arms around my neck, leaning his head against my chest. I smiled down at him. When I looked back up at Neymar he had the biggest smile on his face.
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¨What?¨ I ask him. He smiles, putting an arm around me.
¨I don't know, I just love the way he reacts to you and the the way you look at him when you hold him,¨ he says, his smile getting even bigger.
¨Oh...,¨ I say blushing.
¨So... do you want to to come over to my house for a little bit?¨
¨Yeah, sure!¨
¨Ok, I'll see you there,¨ he whispers, kissing my cheek while taking back Davi. Then we went our separate ways, as we walk to our cars. As I walk towards the exit of the stadium, about 5 news reporters make their way towards me..
On no....
¨Mackenzie, how has your life changed now that you and the soccer star, Neymar Jr, are an item?¨
¨How does it feel to have new fans, because you're connected to him?¨
Why are they asking these type of questions?
I quickly walk out of the stadium before they can bombard me with anymore questions. I jump in my car, and drive off towards Neymar's house with my mind clouded with disturbing thoughts.
Finally, I get to his house. I walk up the steps to approach his front door, and I knock. About 20 seconds later, the door opens, revealing my boyfriend with his son holding his hand by his side.
¨Hey,¨he says happily.
¨Hi,¨ I say back, halfheartedly.
When he hears the lack of enthusiasm in my voice, he scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion as he lead me into his home.
¨What's wrong?¨
I respond by nodding my head towards his child, signaling that I don't want to talk about it in front of him. Neymar then made an ¨o¨ shape with his mouth when he realized what I was trying to say without actually speaking. He then squatted down in front of his son, so he could look him in the eyes.
¨Hey, Bud, why don't you go play with Poker for a little bit? Kenzie and I are going to talk for a little bit.¨
¨Okay!¨he replies, running off to the golden retriever. Neymar then took my hand, taking me to his bedroom to talk.
