Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Epilogue

Hey guys, so here is the epilogue later than I planned, I'm so sorry! It may be short but know that Belle and Neymar finally have their happy ending! Yay! But I'm so glad I got positive reviews of this story. Also, I caught like 2 people already copying this story, so if you see anyone with this story, please let me know right away! It feels so weird finishing the story. I feel better about this story than my Ronaldo story. I remember writing this story immediately after watching Neymar play for Santos. His skills at such a young age was so amazing to me. And he was beautiful on and off the field. At only 17, he acquired the skills that most players have that gained after playing on a club for years and years. Neymar will easily become a legend. I'm waiting on that. The day I meet Neymar will be the best day of my life(well..one of them lol). With that being said, you can expect a lot more stories from me that have Neymar in them. 

I already have a chapter written for my Marcelo story, new Neymar story, and my Ronnie Banks but I have to edit them. 

Also, I made a YouTube channel and I would appreciate it if my Madridistas will subscribe and like it. 

Here is the link:

http://youtu.be/RLd9IsNrpEU

I'll still be writing, don't you worry. 

I hope you enjoy Belle and Neymars last moments.

Love you Madridistas!

Xoxo

-Jenn

5 years later

"Neymar!" Neymar's head spun out of control at his first serious press conference. He never felt so important than he did at that very moment. Lights flashed, quickly blinding him and sending him into a disoriented state. "Neymar!" A man gained his attention by waving his hands frantically. "Can you tell us how you think Brazil will do in this years World Cup?" 

Neymar took a deep breath and faked a smile directed towards the man. "I think we will do well. But after today's game, I expect us to train much harder so we can perform better for the next match."

This  seemed to spark approval, due to the fact that there were many head nods and mumbles of agreement. From the corner of his eye, he could see Belle and their sweet daughter Aspen standing on the side. Belle gave him a thumbs up while Aspen jumped up and down uncontrollably, asking her mother to go sit with him. 

"Neymar! Over here!" Another young gentleman from the far right lifted his hand. "Yes?"

"Can you tell us how it has been playing on Barcelona? Good vibes? Bad vibes? How can you see yourself performing on the team?"

This was an easy question to him. He loved Barcelona and they were his first choice when it came down to deciding between Real Madrid, Barcelona, and Manchester United. 

"I love playing on Barcelona. The men have quickly became my brothers. It's always fun playing with them and I expect to perform quite well in my years at the Camp Nou stadium. "

"Sir." Another man raised his hand.

Before he could ask the question and before Neymar could comprehend what is going on, Aspen started pulling on his shirt. 

*Riley Curry moment lol*

"Go back to mommy, sweetheart." He whispered to his daughter and smiled instantly when she gave him a pouty face. "But I miss you, daddy!"

The crowd awwwed and started snapping more pictures.

"And who is this?" One of the reporters asked.

"This is my beautiful daughter Aspen." He looked around for a familiar lions mane but came out unlucky. "She was with my wife who-"

"Sorry!" Belle came from his right and scooped up Aspen in her arms. Neymar couldn't help but gaze at the beautiful women in his life. 

"This is my beautiful wife Isabelle."

A few whistles erupted from the crowed earning a light growl from Neymar. Belle blushed and ducked her head while Neymar stood up and swept her up in his arms.

"This conference is over. I hope all of you have a wonderful day."

Before anyone could protest, Neymar grabbed her and Aspen's hand and pulled them out of the room. He exhaled deeply and ran a hand through his blond hair.  "I have to get use to that."

"What?" Belle cocked her head innocently. "I thought you were use to the attention by now."

He shot her a cocky grin and kissed her delicately on the forehead. "I meant having men ogling my wife." He watched the pink rush to her cheeks again. "I was use to men ogling my best friend, but not my wife." 

"It's kind of the same." She pointed her finger in the air as a matter-of-fact method. "I should say that I'm not use to women all over the world watching you and imaging you naked."

His cocky grin turned into a sly grin. "Yes, but no one actually sees me naked except my beautiful wife, Isabelle."

She giggled and pulled a peice of curly hair away from her face. "This whole WAG thing has some getting use to as well. Do  you know that everyone who hated you in high school are now asking me how you are and if they can come over to visit and "old friend?""

This caused Neymar to scoff. He knew that was going to happen. That is the very reason why he didn't go to his high school reunion. He wasn't nor will he ever be in the mood to deal with the fake people who talked a lot of junk about him to suddenly like him because he had fame and fortune. He hated how Belle went alone, but himself going was something he could not do. 

Belle smiled widely at her friend Paige as she strode in with her son, Benjamin, on her hip and Neymar's son Davi holding onto her free hand.

She walked up to Neymar and passed Davi to him. "He is vicious! You won't have any problems with him and bully's when he goes to school."

Instantly upon seeing Aspen, Davi grabbed her and pulled her into a hug."

"He looks fine to me." Neymar chuckled. "He loves his sister."

At the moment and the view from Neymar, everything was simply perfect. His beautiful family, career, and life was everything he always dreamed of. God has blessed him immensely and he couldn't be more thankful. There is absolutely nothing that he would change. All his misfortunes worked out well in the end.

"Paige." He said pulling out his phone from his back pocket. "Can you take a picture of us?"

"I'd be happy to!" She beamed, gradually taking it in her hands. "Say cheese."

"Cheese!" They all said simultaneously.

She tapped the screen many times so that she could make a burst. After handing the phone back to him, she asked "What is it for?"

"Everything. I'm putting it on everything. Instagram, Facebook, hell even a Christmas card!"

"I'm sure we can take a more professional picture, love."

Neymar declined instantly while looking at the picture. It was perfect already."

"It's perfect."

"I'm hungry." Aspen piped up.

"I say this calls time for some food!" Neymar took Belle's hand. On the other side, she held Aspen's hand, who had davi's hand. "Let's go,Littlefoot." 

He then looked at his children. "And Littlefeet."

Belle gazed up at him and smiled, "We are perfect." She squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for a more perfect life."

He pecked her lightly on the lips. "And neither can I."