Apart | Neymar Jr.

Epilogue.

Please read the authors note below! xxx

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//EIGHT YEARS LATER//

Neymar's POV

Letícia's little fingers wrap themselves around my thumb, pulling me to her Barbie princess castle that she got for the last Christmas.

"Papai play with me" she demands and giggles adorably after I've picked her up to set her down onto my lap again.

"Yes, papai will play with you princesa"

My three year old daughter frees herself from my grip and grabs a brunette Barbie with a pink dress.

"Papai is Lily and me is Barbie"

"Okay, what are we going to-"

"I AM HOME"

My eyes shot up from the Barbie castle, spotting my beautiful wife smiling brightly as she waves at us.

"Mummy!" Letícia exclaims and runs towards Ally, wrapping her tiny arms around my wife's legs.

Ally laughs lightly and picks her up as I start walking towards my family, returning her smile.

"Hey linda" I greet her and peck her lips briefly.

"Hey handsome" Ally replies, "how was practise today?"

"Pretty interesting to be honest, Marc and Melissa bought cake for all of us and we all had a nice chat" I tell her.

"The two are going to come over on Saturday, aren't they?"

"Yep" I respond and take Letícia from her in my arms, planting a kiss on her cheek. "When is Luíz going to come home from school?"

"He should be home very soon" Ally responds after taking a quick glance on the big clock above the kitchen door.

Just as the words slipped her mouth our seven year old son opens the front door, slamming it shut before storming into his bedroom without even greeting or acknowledging the three of us standing in the kitchen.

"I will look after him, okay?" Ally sighs as she pecks my cheek briefly before following our son upstairs.

I place Letícia onto my lap again as I sit down onto the couch, turning the television on. My little daughter starts giggling adorably as Dora appears on the screen, speaking rapid Spanish with a few English words. My thoughts drift off to the things that have happened in the past few years which were just crazy and insane but also the best that has ever happened to me.

Luíz Antônio da Silva Santos was born in Rio de Janeiro at the beginning of September. Not only Ally but also I shed a few tears in joy as we layed our eyes onto our precious son for the very first time. His skin was all rosy and crumbled with tufts of dark brown hair on his head, his closed eyes framed by long black lashes looked adorably. His tiny little hands were balled into fists as if he were angry and the first thing he did, was, of course, crying but we loved him either way and still do.

One year after I had asked her to become my wife, our wedding took place in a lovely villa in the outskirts of Barcelona in the mid-summer, August to be more precise.
Luíz already were eleven months old and tried to do his first steps on his stumbling little feet.
Ally looked more than angelic, she looked simply perfect. I still remember the way her hair were put up into a bun, allowing some strains to fall down loosely. Her white long robe with parts of only lace hugged her curves perfectly. Her glisterning eyes and bright smile made her to a real princess as she walked down the aisle, holding onto her dad's arm, my princess.