Neymar and I had no more contact after our last talk and things between us were finally over but for some reason I have been feeling sick and throwing up all week so I decided to go to the doctor and actually I've known I was pregnant that night Neymar drove me back to Madrid but I was in denial and didn't want to accecpt it. Your pregnant" the doctor said as I was sitting on the table walking nervously for the results and that would have been great news but Gareth and I broke up over a month ago and I moved back to Portugal to live with my father. "And your having a girl" he said "And how far along am I?" I asked "About four to five months" he said and then it hit me there's no way I could be having Neymar's baby because the last time we had sex was seven months ago and the only other person I was with was Gareth which was about four months ago. But there was only one way to know a DNA. I went back to my dads house to tell him the news.
FLASHBACK
The night Neymar brought me home from Barcelona.
"Why were you with him" Gareth asked yelling as I made my way into my house with him following. "We were just talking" I said as I made my in and sat on my couch. "In so tired of this back and forth where is this relationship going?"he asked "Where is it going Gareth do you want kids?" I asked "What does that have to do with anything?" He asked "It's just a question!" I said "No I don't" he said which caught me by surprise. "Not anytime soon like maybe five more years" he said adding on but the damage was already done. "It's clear we want separate things in life so I think we should go out separate ways" I said shrugging my shoulders "Fine" he said leaving and slamming the door behind him. You would think I would feel sad because I just broke up with my boyfriend but I actually felt relieved and that's not what love should feel like.
