She was as pure as a flower, and his true love was all she needed to blossom.
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This book was written by LoraDark (neymarfantasy on wattpad). The author has used her own ideas to write this book thus copy...
"I'm coming!" I texted her quickly after winning the Rio 2016 men's Olympic football gold medal for the first time in history against Germany, the very enemy who had destroyed our reputation in 2014 with that infamous 1-7.
I climbed the stands in the Maracanã stadium to find her. My guards helped me push through the screaming crowd. When I spotted her, I ran to her and wrapped my arms around her tightly. All the cameras of the world were on us, but I did not care. I squeezed her tight and felt the adrenaline of the victory rush through my veins.
"Eu te amo," I whispered and pecked her cheek quickly before going back to the field.
Some Dutch reporter stopped me for an interview. It was an elder female, and since we were obliged to give at least one interview after any game, I agreed.
"Gefeliciteerd! Jullie hebben fantastisch gespeeld en de eer voor Brazilië teruggewonnen na de WK in 2014!" (Congratulations! You guys were fantastic and regained the honor for Brazil after the World Cup '14!) She spoke in her own language, and the earpiece translated it to Portuguese.
"I'm very proud of my team. We were determined to win and did our best. I thank God for this!" I replied pointing to the sky.
"Dus mogen wij veronderstellen dat zij jouw motivatie was dan?" (So can we presume that she was your motivation then?)
"Sim..."
"Zeg ja voor je Nederlandstalige fans!"
"Ja," I chuckled and did the shaka sign.
After taking tons of pictures with my team for social media, I hit the shower. I put my hands against the tiles and let the cold water stream run down my back. I replayed the game against Germany, letting my aching muscles relax. I had taken the crucial penalty and led Brazil to victory, proving to my nation that I was a worthy captain of the Brazilian team.
My thoughts wandered to the moment right before taking the penalty as I rubbed my shampoo into my hair. Bruna had been so happy when I had embraced and kissed her in front of the whole world in the Maracanã stadium, but it had been Flor's face I had seen before making that vital goal.
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[ Fleur's POV ]
I was chuckling, trying to gasp for air as Davi tickled me like crazy. "Davi!" I squeaked. I sought to regain my breath as I restrained his little arms.
"Eu amo quando você ri," Davi cooed and pecked my cheek.
"Rafael, you know I don't understand Português, my naughty little boy," I chuckled.
"I know," he said in Spanish and stuck his tongue out to me teasingly.
I pinched his chubby cheeks and showered his face with little kisses, making him squirm in my arms.
"Florrrr," he squeaked out loud.
"What is happening here?" Carl a gasped dramatically with a bright smile plastered on her face when she entered my room.
"Bebé is naughty," I chuckled and squeezed his tiny nose, making him grimace.
Carla giggled and scooped him up in her arms. "Davi, it's time to go to back to papai."
Davi's eyes lit up, and he squealed excitedly. "Papai!"
"Why aren't Carol nor Neymar allowed inside our house?" I asked Carla as I followed her out of my room. It had been a question I had wanted to ask for a couple of days now.
"It's your parents' order."
"I will take him to his father," I told her. She hesitated, but then she nodded much to my surprise. I think it had to do with the fact that my parents nor brothers were home today.
I felt nervous when I opened the front door with Davi on my hip. He gasped with bulging eyes when he saw me. It was that same man I had seen in my room with my family a few weeks ago only he had super blonde, almost white hair now. It was so fake and looked funny. I suppressed my grin.
"Flor?" he breathed out.
"Papai!" Davi squealed in my arms, so I gave him to his father.
There was no resemblance between Davi and him, but then again DNA was a mystery.
"Neymar?" I mumbled, feeling somewhat shy to look into his hazel green eyes.
"Flor...
"Bye Davi, see you soon!" I said quickly and shut the door with a loud pounding heart.
"Fleur, are you alright?" A concerned Carla asked me as I entered my room.
"Yeah fine," I said and grabbed my blanket to wrap myself inside it.
"Did you talk to Neymar?"
I nodded and laid back on the bed, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.
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Neymar is getting engaged to Bruna, yet thinks about Fleur before taking that penalty. What is he feeling? Is it guilt, shame or something else entirely?😶
Fleur and Davi are so cute, don't you think? I love writing their scenes😊
