I'll Make You See It Was All Real-Sequel to When Does the Pretend End?

Chapter 62- Champion

Lucy's Pov

  "How the hell did I end up here?" I groan to Coleen as I stand on the pitch at Old Trafford. Man United were about to lift the Premier League trophy and the cauldron as they call it was filled with happy fans and happy families pitch side. "I would have thought you'd be asking how did that happen" Coleen jokes tapping my bump. "I know how that happened" I smile. "I'm sure Cris would be more than happy to help remind you" she winks and I laugh knowing she was right. Although the past couple of weeks hadn't just been about being in bed together. Although we certainly had enjoyed certain bedroom activities. But the past few weeks had been lovely and relaxing. When I wasn't at Cris's, he would stay at mine and we would veg out in front of the TV, laughing and joking. It had being nice.

"It would be nice if it was a different red lifting the trophy just once" Coleen mutters. "I told Cris I was going to wear my Liverpool jersey today and I swear he pouted more than when I told Rodrigo he had to go to bed last night" I laugh. "You aren't wearing it?" she asks. "Nah I didn't want him sulking" I say and we both laugh. "Lucy" Rodrigo says and I bend down to him. "Ya sweetie" I say. "Look" he says pointing as Cris and the team make their way back onto the pitch.

"I see him" I say kissing his forehead. I watch as each of the players are given their medals one by one. "He's next" Dolores beams next to me and I know by the look on her face how proud she is of her son. Her treatment was nearly finished and everyone was praying it would be a success. "Woooooooow" I shout and clap as the medal goes around Cris's neck. "Sure you haven't turned into a United fan Lucy?" Nuno asks. "No" I say clapping. "Not yet?" Zé coughs. "She's a fan of Tío Cris" Rodrigo says looking up at me. "Until he annoys her again" Nuno jokes and I laugh. I grab my camera from my bag and take a few pictures of everyone.

"This time next year you'll have the baby with you during the lap of honour" Leanne says as he daughter tugs at her jeans. I look around as all the kids run around the pitch and run to their Dads and can't help my eyes getting teary as Cris walks towards us. "Hey kiddo" he says lifting Rodrigo in the air. "Cup" he says. "I'll get you the trophy" he says dropping the boy to his feet. "Congrats Cris" Katia beams hugging her brother and the entire family congratulate him. "Score one for Portugal next week and you'll end the season of in style" Andae says to Cris. "I'll do my best" Cris smiles hugging him. I look at Cris with Andre and can't believe how far he's come from his initial reaction of finding out about his mother's boyfriend.

"Aww there's my favourite girl" Cris says standing in front of me. "Hey what's wrong?" he asks brushing his finger under my watery eyes. "Nothing" I smile. "Luce" he says. "Really it's nothing. Just these damn hormones" I say. "So you're not annoyed it's us and not your beloved Reds that won this year?" he smirked. "I don't care that United won. But I'm glad you did" I smile. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his forehead against mine. "Thank you for being here" he whispers before placing a kiss on my forehead. "Wouldn't want to be anywhere else" I whisper truthfully.

"Ronnie" Rio shouts and Cris drops his arms and turns to take the trophy from Rio. I watch as he lifts it into the air with cheers coming from everyone around us. "You know if you're going to take pictures then it's only fair that you be in some" Cris smirks at me. "Not when I'm this big" I say. "Oh Luce" Katia says rolling her eyes at me as Cris moves behind me holding the trophy in one hand with his other resting on my bump. "Well next year we'll have the baby instead of the bump when I lift the trophy again" he says placing a kiss on my cheek. I twist my head to look at his smiling face. "Ok seriously saying things like that will only set me off crying" I say. "Then smile and say cheese" he says as I turn and Katia's and numerous other cameras flash in front of me. He hands Michael the trophy and wraps his arms around my waist as he rests his chin on my shoulder.