Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

3. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

3. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

God loves me.

Or someone up there is my fan. A very big fan.

If no one had been a fan of me, then they wouldn't have given me this angel of a boyfriend. This savior. Joseph had been nothing but helpful to me since I've told him about my pregnancy.

I have to say, his gentlemen deeds have gone through the roof since then. Other then his usual nice actions, he set up several doctor's appointments for me, kept smoking people away from me, hell he's even quit smoking around me for a change. That's probably the nicest thing ever, because I know how hard that is to quit. How sweet.

Of course that was months after I told him. Since then, I've told my entire family, and Mari and Danny. But pretty much the word was out that I was pregnant. People kept asking who it was, (the father I mean), but I only told five people about that, you can guess who. They've all been just as supportive as Joe.

But I still never even told the likely fathers. I mean, that's the hardest thing to do. Fernando and Cristiano just might have a clue as to the father being them, but who knows? Fernando keeps texting, and talking to me like he never even heard the news, and I'm still choosing to ignore Ronaldo.

I'm now in seven months of my pregnancy. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. Just eight more weeks till the big day! Thankfully, I wasn't too big so filming and whatnot still continued for me. Sadly, I couldn't do much running or other things they did due to my condition. But that's what stunt doubles are for, right?

We finally finished filming, so I was happily back in my New York City condo. Just chilling on my couch. I hated not being able too do much with baby. (The gender was still a surprise.) So I had sent Joe out to get me some ice cream, but I gave him extra cash to spend on whatever the hell he wanted to. That was just five minutes ago.

He's probably going to smoke some... Oh well I don't really care.

A knock on my door scared the shit out of me. I jumped up my spot on the couch, and shut the tv off. Well, more likely on mute. I was watching and old rerun of 'Friends.' Good show, always made me laugh a lot. Pushing myself up off the couch, I hobbled to the front door.

"Hey." I greeted with a smile on my face, opening the door, not even bothering to check who it was. The smile quickly dropped from my face, and replaced with a frown. I thought it was Joe. But it wasn't. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to see you again." Ronaldo replied in a desperate voice. His hand was busy holding a bouquet of flowers. What did he think he could butter me up with charm? No.

"You're seven months late on that." I tried shutting the door on him, but he stuck his foot out to prevent it from shutting.

"Look I'm sorry!" He said to me, seeming even more desperate than before. I rolled my eyes at the act he was playing.

"Do you wanna fuck me? Is that why you're here?! You done with Paris and Kim?" 

"No-"

"Because as you can clearly see, I can't. Even if I could, why would I want to have sex with a little fuck face like you!"

"Adeline I'm sorry!"

"For what?!" This yelling was not good for the baby at all. Which reminds me I still have to name it.

"For-" He stopped. I knew it. He didn't even know what he should be sorry for.

"How about I tell you? Sorry for breaking my heart? Sorry for lying to me! For leading me the fuck on?! That's a couple of reasons."

But I never said that out loud. I wanted him to figure that much out by himself. Like that'll ever happen.

"For disappointing you." He finally fessed up. I looked at him incredulously. That was the best he had? I scoffed at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Go fuck yourself. You've got nobody else to anyway." We just had a stare down after I said that to him.

"Hey Ade I-" Joseph's voice came from not too far away. He stopped in front of the door, noticing Cristiano there. "Am I, uh, interrupting something?" He looked back and forth between us. I shook my head, answering for Cris and I.

"He was just leaving." I pulled Joe into the condo, and glared at Ronaldo once more.

"I'll be back." He left with that.

"What was that about?" Joe called from the kitchen. I could hear him taking out cartons in the plastic bags, and the clinking of silverware being picked up. I walked back to the couch as I unmute the television. He handed me a spoon, and sat next to me on the couch. Placing the three flavored ice-cream carton between us, I dug up the strawberry first. I just don't know but pregnant woman love ice-cream.

"Don't mind him. He's a dick."

"Is he the father?" He asked reluctantly. I shook my head.

"I don't know. I'll find out I promise. Then I'll tell the daddy. And the other supposed daddy wouldn't have to know he was a suspect in my crimes of unprotected sex."

Can I find out like now?