Football Smuts

Misunderstanding ft. CR7

"Football superstar Cristiano Ronaldo and beautiful Italian model Alessia Tedeschi have been rumoured to be hooking up for a while now – but, wait, isn't he already married?" the TV host pulls a face and shakes her head, she neatly styled blonde hair bouncing with the movement. It looked a bit ridiculous, to be honest, and the TV show I was watching had a reputation for being dubious, but the pictures flickering across the screen were undoubted of Cristiano with a gorgeous woman by his side, and one of them even showed said woman kissing Junior's cheek.

No need to say I was pissed because Cristiano is freaking married.

Glaring down at where my wedding band adorned my ring finger, I sighed. I did trust him, but sometimes ... It wasn't always easy, especially considering the shocking amount of affairs he'd had before he'd met me. But he had matured; I could see it in how he behaved on the pitch, how he treated those around him, and how he always came around to apologize to me after a fight, even when he wasn't the one at fault.

I knew Cris wanted this, us, to work, but I had good reason to query whether he could maintain a long-term relationship. On the other hand, he had asked me to live with him in Spain and married me. I was sure that, had it not been his intention to be in a stable relationship, he wouldn't have proposed to me.

My head hurt; why couldn't things be easy for once?

Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the marble flooring of Cris' mansion, the quickness suggesting it was Junior running towards me. Not wanting to drag him down or cause him to worry, I quickly ran a hand through my hair and forced a smile on my lips. I could do this – I didn't go to drama class in high school for nothing.

"Natalie!" Junior called, a wide grin plastered on his sweet face. I'd bet my right hand that he would grow into a real heartthrob, just like his father.

"Hi," I chuckled when he threw his arms around me and crawled into my lap. My stomach clenched, but I tried to ignore it, pressing a kiss to Junior's soft cheek instead, "Missed me?"

"A little." He flashed me a mischievous smile, and I mocked a hurt expression, placing my hand against my heart to add to the effect. It earned me a giggle.

It was only then that I saw Cristiano leaning against the doorframe that led into the living room, his face all soft lines and fond eyes, and not seeming to notice the fury behind my gaze. My hand tingled with the urge to slap him.

Asshole.

Eventually, he had the good grace to speak and greet me, "Hey."

"Hi." If it weren't for Junior, I would've already gone up to Cristiano to scratch his eyes or do something equally dramatic.

Suddenly, Cristiano's body stiffened, and I realized his eyes were no longer on me. I followed the path of his gaze; he was staring at the still flickering TV screen, the host still going on about his alleged love affair with that model.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head turn to me again, but I couldn't return his look this time.

"Hey, Junior," Cristiano started, walking over to the couch we were sitting on, "How about you go upstairs, change into your football clothes and then we can play a bit outside, huh?" At least he sounded cautious.

Thankfully, Junior, with his childhood naïveté, didn't catch what was going on. Instead, he jumped off my lap, a megawatt smile still in place, and nodded before running off towards the stairs.

"It's just a rumour," Cristiano said when Junior was out of earshot. I scoffed as I stood up, angrily throwing the remote onto the couch's soft cushions after switching the TV off – I couldn't go on listening to whatever the host was saying about my husband and his maybe-fling.