The Player Swap Up

Chapter 13

Ugh Cristiano and Junior are legitimately the cutest. People that say he's a bad dad can go *bleep* off.

Alex POV

So much has happened in so little time. I met my boyfriends son, yes boyfriend. There I said it.

I met my boyfriends mother. Which let me tell you was so much fun.

*flashback*

"It's called Papaya's. It's got a vegetarian selection. I promise you will love their stuff. And as you've said before, I'm always right." Cristiano assured me

"I am pretty sure you said that. Not me." I said raising an eyebrow.

He waved me off "Right, whatever. Same thing. Anyway you'll like it. And my mom, she isn't as much of a hardass as she tries to be. She will love your humor. Abd you in general. " He said as we pulled up to the restaurant.

We were seated as we waited. When Dolores Dos Santos Aveiro arrived, she was anything and everything but pleasent to me at first. Yes at first.

*end flashback. *

I guess she liked me after that lunch because she now gave me a hug everytime she saw me. Which took that gigantic boulder that was resting on my shoulders, right off.

And the last thing, I have been pushed to the limit in training for this day. The day we play the number two team. Barcelona. Number two behind real madrid of course.

Was I nervous? Meh. I guess. This is like USA playing Japan in the world cup. Biggest game, biggest rivals. Same old same old.

I sat contemplating this in the locker room. I heard hoots and hollers and 'calm downs!' from the locker room beside mine.

The guys were ready clearly. I heard the door open on their side and "Vamos!"

I heard cleats clacking on the concrete floor of the Bernabeu.

I closed my eyes and breathed. In, out. In, out.

There was a knock on my door "Alex? You alright?" I heard coach say through the door.

"Yeah! I'm good, I'll be out in a minute." I called back

Now or never Morgan. Get up.

And I did. I walked out of there with butterflies in the pit of my stomach. We can do this. Barcelona is no match for us.

I repeated this mantra in my head as I waited in line to walk onto the field. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I put my hand up to tell them to back off, without opening my eyes.

"What is she doing?" I heard someone whisper, James.

"Don't know. But shutup and leave her to it." I heard Iker order

"She's communicating with the aliens to see when they are coming to get her." My eyes flashes open and looked around to see who said it. I narrowed my eyes at the one and only Cristiano Ronaldo.

"No, I'm not. I'm communicating with them to see if they can take you away and give you an attitude adjustment." I snapped. Ooo's followed this.

His eyes widened and he held his hands up in surrender. I sighed "Sorry." I muttered

He gave me a small smile and came over and sat beside me. "Don't be nervous. They aren't scary. And not even that good."

My head snapped up to meet his eyes "Not that good?" I said incredulously

He shrugged "That's how you have to look at it. So you won't be nervous."