Elena Averio is Cristiano's younger sister. She lives in Barcelona & works as Barca's nutritionist, sometimes even younger sister that no one can touch--they're way too overprotective.
Anyway, she just recently gave birth to a baby boy. The father...
I'm woken up around 2 a.m. by my son crying, I get up, & go over to his nursery.
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I open the door & see Luca crying, so I walk over & pick him up. We go over to his changing table & I see he's done #1 & #2, so I quickly change him into clean clothes & diaper, then take him to the corner chair to breastfeed him.
He nurses for a while, making sure he takes his time & I move his feet around to keep him awake, "Luca...you better not fall asleep." I whisper. He responds how any kid with 3 football players in his blood, he kicks my side, "Luca Clément dos Santos Lenglet," I say, "Is he kicking you?" I hear Clém asks from the nursery door.
I nod, "It hurts too, that's the 1 thing I hate that he got from you & Cristiano...he would always kick me right before I would go to bed. What was terrible, was that my pregnancy was during quarantine, so I wasn't able to have Gerard or anyone over to help me calm him down. It took me almost 2 months to realize that he wanted to hear a ball being kicked against the wall...if you go outback & see the wall right by the door, you will see where I would kick–it couldn't be recorded either–this shit knew the difference...so, 40 mins. every night, just so this stinker would go to sleep. I actually had Gerard stay with me the first night, he brought a ball & had to kick it so that he would fall asleep, even here his first night home I had Leo come over." I rant.
Clément walks over & stands by my side, "You really are a Ronaldo & Lenglet, you have us in your blood. Have you thought about what team you'll want him to support?" Clém asks me, I shrug my shoulders, "Premier League: Manchester United, Bundesliga: Bayern Munich, Seria A: Juventus, Ligue 1: PSG, & La Liga: I don't care–he has blood on both sides. Yeah, he's closer to Real Madrid, but–I don't care." I say, then smile as I remember what Junior told me, 'I'll teach Luca how to be a football player like Papa.'
As Clém & I are talking my 2 puppies come running into Luca's room, "Keizer–Dozier, go back to your kennel," I whisper, they both sit at my feet & look up at me.
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"Aye-go back to your kennel," I say, the 2 boys don't listen so I hand Luca to Clém & take the pups back to their kennel room. They go into the cage & I lock them up, "You 2 can play tomorrow," I tell them.
{next morning}
I'm woken up by a weight being set down on my stomach, "Get her Luca," Clém whispers. Clément encourages Luca for a few more minutes until he starts to cry, I know he's hungry so I sit up and situate him, he latches on & Clém sits next to me.
"Does it hurt?" He asks, I shrug my shoulders, "At the first-in-the hospital, it hurt...but now it just feels normal. I have a feeling he's going to be built pretty well," I whisper & lean my head on Clém's shoulder, we talk for the next hour or so just lying in my bed.
