Not a secret anymore •Marco Reus / Lionel Messi•

Chapter 58

Sunday

I was rolling in my bed the whole night. No position seemed comfortable to me. That's probably because I don't even feel comfortable in my own body. Thoughts of Marco were haunting me. Every single minute we spent together was playing in my head. Over and over again. And then, when I finally fell asleep, it turned out to be a sleep which lasted 10 minutes. It couldn't be a longer sleep because I had a terrible dream. I was in Dortmund with my baby already, walking down the streets. Then, Marco came. He was angry. Angry that the baby took me away from him. He took the baby from the buggy while I couldn't move. He started walking away and never came back. That's when I woke up all wet and shaky. Nobody will take my baby away from me. That's all I've got after all. I don't have my family. There're my parents, but they're kilometres away. Leo's family can't be taken as my family even though I like them a lot. Leo will have away games. That leaves me with my baby.

Sitting on the chair, I was sipping the tea I got. "How did you sleep?" Maria Sol asked. "Good." I lied and she smiled. "Is baby obedient?" she asked and I nodded putting a hand over my tummy protectively. "What do you think it will be? A boy or a girl?" she asked and I looked down on my lap. It was a baby boy in my nightmare. "I don't care as long as it's healthy." I said. "That's a word of mother." Celia said from behind and walked to the table. "Good morning." she said sitting down. "What shall we do today, ladies?" Celia asked and I shrugged. "What if we show Ana the beach?" Maria Sol asked and I choked. "N-no. I can't be in bikini. Don't want any...rumors." I said and Celia nodded. "We don't have to bath. What about a walk? We all will be dressed." Maria suggested and I looked at Celia who shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think it's that bad idea. With your dress on, nobody will say a thing about baby." she said and I nodded. "It's the plan then." I said and they both smiled.

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After getting off the car, I looked around the beach. It's nice. Sand everywhere. But then, something, well, somebody caught my eye. It's...no. It can't be him. Although I kept denying that it's him in my head, I started walking towards the guy. I patted his shoulder after literally running to catch him. "Excuse me." I mumbled and he turned around. "Yeah?" he asked and I sighed. It's not Marco. "I'm...sorry." I said and he smiled. "Can I help?" he asked and I shook my head. "No, I just...I thought you're somebody else." I said and turned around. I'm stupid. I thought it's Marco. But I could swear it was him. He looks exactly like the guy from behind. Muscular back and the hair... I'm a psycho. "Where did you go?" Maria Sol asked when I approached them. "I just...nothing." I said and kept looking at the guy. "Do you know him?" she asked and I broke the eye contact quickly. "No. I thought it was a...friend from Germany." I said and put on a smile. "Can we walk?" I asked and they nodded. "So, I was...." Celia started speaking, but I didn't pay attention. Why do I see him everywhere? Why the hell do I have dreams with Marco?

I lied down on the bed and dialed Lionel's number. I need to talk to somebody. "Yeah baby?" he answered and I smiled softly. But then, the smile disappeared. It disappeared because Marco appeared in my mind. "Hi." I mumbled after a while. "How are you doing?" he asked. "Not good." I answered without thinking. "Not good? Why not?" he asked and I shook my head. Stupid Ana. I'd rather not say anything til the next day. "I..I just didn't get much sleep, and so I'm tired." I said. "Didn't get much sleep?" he asked and I nodded not realizing he can't see. "Why didn't you sleep well?" he asked. "I had a stupid nightmare." I muttered running circles on the duvet. "What was the dream about?" he asked. About Marco. What if...what if he took the baby away from me because I was meant to have it with him? What if the dream...signalized that I'm not doing the right thing? "Ana? Are you still there?" Leo asked. "Yes, I am. It..it's no use speaking about it." I said. "It is worth it. Annie, you had a bad dream. And I'm your boyfriend. I wanna know." he said and I sighed. "It was nothing." I said. "Why don't you wanna talk about it?" he asked and I groaned. "I don't know! Simply because it was a stupid dream! And I don't wanna think about it anymore!" I exclaimed. "Why are you angry, Ana?" he asked. "I'm not angry! Just...confused!" I exclaimed. "Confused?" he asked. "Yes! I don't know what to do!" I yelled and felt pain in my head. "What shall you do?" he asked not getting what I'm talking about. "I'm pregnant! And alone for the next month! To top it all, I had had a fight with my family before I flew here!" I exclaimed and didn't even realize I was crying. "Why did you fight?" he asked calmly what made me even angrier. "Why? Because I literally ran away! Ran away from Dortmund! From Marco!" I yelled and sobbed. "M-Marco? As Reus? Why do you need to run away from him?" he asked and I clenched my fists. "Because he slapped me! I defended you and our baby and then his palm hit my face!" I exclaimed. "He what? Ana! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked and I groaned. "Because! Why shall I tell you? I'm fine! I just have no friends! My family is angry with me! And I'm carrying a baby while you're playing stupid football!" I exclaimed and hung up. Throwing the phone on the bed, I stood up quickly. I hate it here. I hate the world. I hate Marco. But most of all I hate myself! I fell in love with him and that was the point where everything's started falling apart.

×Short chapter today...
×Sorry that I didn't update, but the school was keeping me crazily busy..
×Tommorow - update!
×What a tragedy happened in Paris. I pray for all those people who were killed, and also for those who lost their loved ones. If you're in Paris, or France, stay safe! #PrayForParis