Cristiano Ronaldo Jr [one-shots]

Messies Daughter

*Cristianos pov*

"Cris, wake up!" I said gently, shaking my sleeping son. His eyes refused to open as he yawned.

"We are meeting Messi today." I encouraged. His eyes shot open, and he bounced out of bed excitedly.

"I forgot!" He stated.

"Well, now you remember be ready by ten." I said, grinning as my boy ran around the room chucking out clothes.

I left him in his room and went to set up the table for breakfast. Georgina was getting the other kids up.

*Cristiano Jr's pov*

My dad woke me up, and I rushed around the room, trying to find an outfit. I grabbed my football gear and chucked it on. Maybe we could play some football.

I bounded down the stairs two at a time and sat down. Everyone was waiting for me.

"This is so exciting!" Georgina said, dishing out the pancakes.

I nodded and chuckled as Mateo sang footballs coming home.

"Did you enjoy the game last night?" My dad said to Mateo. He stopped singing and sat there looking thoughtful before shaking his head.

"No." He said and carried on singing. My dad laughed and started eating.

"So Cris, do you think Messies daughter is cute?" Georgina said, winking.

I started to choke on my food.

"What! Dad, you never told me this!" I spluttered. I had to change.

Georgina raised a brow at my dad, who shrugged.

"He doesn't need a girlfriend." He responded.

"I disagree." Georgina said, smiling at me.

"Dad, why wouldn't you tell me I have to change now!" I wailed, grabbing my pancake and running upstairs before my dad could say something.

Chucking on some baggy jeans and a white Nike top, I quickly fixed my hair and cursed my dad for not letting me have a phone so I could look her up.

That's not weird, right?

I bolted downstairs and sat back in my seat.

"Dad, show me a picture." I demanded.

"It's just a girl you don't even know her age!" My dad replied.

"Don't worry, she's your age well a year younger. She's thirteen." Georgina answered, glaring at my dad.

"Okay, let's go." I said.

We all put on our shoes and scrambled into the car.

*Y/ns pov*

I nervously did my makeup and put on some baggy jeans and a cropped white top.

I straightened my tight curls. No one, not even my dad, had seen my natural hair. Apart from my mum. She used to love doing my hair before what happened.

I hated my step mum. Messi had tried to get us to get along, but I was having none of it.

"You look stunning, honey." My step mum said, smiling. I rolled my eyes and walked past her.

*Messi's pov*

"I'm sorry. She's stubborn. Like her mum." I said. Antonela shrugged her smile, fading slightly.

I walked after Y/n.

"Can't you at least be nice! She's done nothing to you!" I shouted. Y/n flinched.