Carnival Of Lust(Ronaldo sequel)

Chapter 4- Its been an honor, Mr. Ronaldo

Authors note!!

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I liked Marcelo in this (: a lot of drama in this chapter. Well, comment, vote, yeee 

Love you Madridistas!

*Paige*

It felt great to be back home, well my once home. If I were really "home" I'd be standing on Portugal's land.

"Feel good?" Marcelo circled around my suitcase attempting to help unpack but all it did was make a mess.

"Not with you digging through my clothes. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple of days by the way."

Marcelo jumped on the bed and handed me a diet coke. "No problem, so the party is tonight. Do you wanna go?" Out of all honesty, I would go but I would rather stay and rest here. Plus, I am really not in the mood to see Cristiano. I already know that I am bound to see him, especially since he is invited to the wedding.

"No.. I think I'm just going to just stay here and get some sleep. I haven't been feeling well anyway."

"Yeah, I heard you barfing on the plane." He bit his lip trying not to laugh. "Probably have the flu."

A lump grew in the middle of my throat and tears blurred my vision, luckily Marcelo didn't take notice or I would have lost it. "Yeah, probably."

"Do you want me to stay? I can help if you need me." The worry in his tone made me want to tell him. Tell him the scary news I received before I left. I guess you could say that coming here would make me feel better and to escape Yandel for a while. I'm pretty sure he knows but the way hes been acting proves to me that hes not too thrilled.

"Marcelo?" Hiding it for too long wouldn't be healthy, especially when I am in fragile condition. "I'm pregnant." I said bluntly.

His cheerful face fell quickly and his once bronzed complexion paled to a sickly white. He was acting as if he was the father of the baby. "You're..what?"

"Preg-Nant. Yandel is the dad." My lips pursed and it felt like a wave of heat hit the side of my face. Hearing myself say those words made me feel odd. I wasn't ready for a baby yet. What about football, my social life, school, I can't juggle all of this. Tears dripped down my face and soon I was comforted by Marcelo's arms. This only made me lose it. Silent sniffles changed to loud sobs. The kind of sobs that make you unable to breath.

"Shh. Everything will be fine." He cooed, but not even his soft voice could help me calm down from this nightmare.

After about five minutes, I managed to calm down. "So." His voice cut through the silence. "Are you going to keep it?"

"I-I don't know.."

"How is Yandel with this?"

I bit my lip tightly. "I don't even know. I don't even know how he found out..but he did."

"How many months are you?" Before I could open my mouth, I notice the shininess in my best friends eyes. He was worried about me, and it gave me warmth. If Yandel leaves because of the baby, I know I will always have Marcelo. It was like he read my mind, because he lifted his hand on my belly and whispered,

"If you need anything, I'm a call away."

*Cristiano*

"Feeling alright?" I spoke to a pale Iker who just arrived at the party. "I don't know man, I'm so nervous!"