Not a secret anymore •Marco Reus / Lionel Messi•

Chapter 64

Walking down the stairs, I had a hand placed on my back. The backache is coming. You know why? Because I'm getting bigger, I mean my bump is getting bigger. And the bump I have still reminds me that I'm Leo's. And nobody else's.

"Hi." I mumbled stepping into the dining room. "Hi, Annie." dad said while mom gulped hardly. "An, I'm sorry for..." she started speaking, but I cut her off. "Don't apologize." I stopped her. "You wanted to make a welcome party for me. I don't understand why Marco came too, but...it's fine. Forgotten." I said with a soft smile and sat down. "How's my grandson?" dad asked breaking the silence while I kept chewing the toast. "He's getting bigger and my back is letting me know." I said and he smiled. "Thiago?" mom said and I looked at her. "Don't you like the name?" I mused softly and she giggled. "It's different than these German names, but I..I fell in love with it." she said and I smiled resting a hand on my belly. "Did you?" I asked and she nodded. "Even if you'd name him Quasimodo, I wouldn't care. It will be your son and our first grandchild. And I'll love him." she said and I smiled. "Robin...called me in the morning to set up a lunch date. I'll go." I said and dad clenched his jaw. "If you won't let me come with you, take the baseball bat at least." he muttered and mom sent him a death glare. "Robin is...great, so is Marcel." I said and he nodded. "But that Reus is annoying." he added bitterly and I smiled sadly. He used to be different. It makes me wonder what changed him so much.

Walking into the restaurant in my black jeans and baggy white T-shirt, I looked around to see where Robin is. "Hi." I said when I reached the table where he sat. "Hello to you." he said and hugged me. "And hello to..Thiago." he added smiling. I sat down in front of him and took a long breath. "Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded. "Yes, it's just my back." I said smiling lightly. "What will you get?" Robin asked and I bit my lip. "I'll have some pasta salad." I said and noticed the nervousness on his face. "What's up?" I asked and he shook his head putting on a fake smile. "Don't lie." I said and he sighed. "W-would you mind if...Marcel joins us later?" he asked and I chuckled rolling my eyes. "It's no problem." I said and he took a shaky breath. "What about Marco?" he added and I tensed. "That would be a problem." I had got to say before the waiter arrived taking our orders.

"Annie." I heard my name being said and so I turned around greeting Marcel with a smile. "Hi." I said and he leaned down to hug me gently. Marcel looked around and sighed what left me confused. "Where's that idiot?" Marcel muttered. Robin had left, but returned after a few seconds dragging Marco behind him all the way. I shivered and tensed at the same time. "Hi, Marco." Marcel said worriedly and I looked at him chewing my food. They made up this plan. But I don't know what they wanna do. I'm pregnant. Living in Barcelona. When Marco's around, it only causes problems. "Hi there, An." he mumbled and I held the urge to scoff inside of me. I hate him. I hate him for what he's done to me. But I can't shake off the feeling of loving him. I guess that I love-hate him... "Can we join you?" Marcel asked while I was looking out of the window. "Uum...Marcel? I'd like to show you something...in my car." Robin said shakily and they both looked at me. "Wh-where are you going?" I asked and Marcel smiled. "We'll be right back." Marcel said and they left leaving me alone with Marco. Thanks. Really thanks. "So...I..I'm sorry. For yesterday." Marco said and I looked at him. The features of his face are so charming. And his eyes...some kind of pain is there. "I'm sorry for saying that...your b-baby was created...you know..while you were drunk." he aplogized. Taking a sip of water, I was thinking about what I should say. But nothing came into my mind. "Saying that you love Barcelona and Argentina and...and Messi hurts." he mumbled and I looked at him searching for an emotion in his eyes. Some kind of emotion besides those painful ones.

"Hearing that you're speaking about that makes me feel sick." he added. "I'd rather hear you saying that you love Dortmund. Germany. And me." he said softly and my eyes teared up. "I told you. About 6 months ago." I said looking at my bump. "I know. And I was stupid for not letting you know how much you mean to me." he said and I looked at him. "Mean?" I whispered and he smiled softly. "Not meant. You still mean the same to me." he said and I chuckled. "Why didn't you tell me when I needed to hear it? When I needed to make myself clear?" I asked and he nodded. "I was stupid. But the time spent without you in pain, made me change. I'm not that young not grown up anymore." he said and I stood up. "Is there anything else what you'd like to tell me?" I asked and he stood up too. "Definitely." he said and I took my handbag. Everybody deserves a chance. Honestly, I'll offer what I'm about to just because of him. Maybe, if he tells me everything he feels, he'll feel better after it. I don't want him to be sad. The season will start in a few days and I don't wanna be the reason of his failure. And maybe I'm doing it because I still do love him a bit. But the part of me which loves him have to stay covered. And hidden. Forever. "Let's go to the place where we always used to hang out. You'll have the space to speak, Marco." I said and started walking in front of him.

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