Youth 2

Chapter 2

"Junior, shut you mouth" I whisper as lay Matheus down in his football designed crib.

"you know, you need to stop calling me Junior. We already have to juniors and that is Matheus and Davi" he smirks and I kick his ass playfully.

Matheus is sleeping peacefully and if one of us wakes him up we are fucked. It's so hard to get him to sleep. Neymar had to sing around ten lullabies and I had to hush him for hours until he falls asleep, deeply.

I throw myself on the couch. Neymar walks in with two cans of Guarana Antartica.

"Thanks" I say while opening the can and taking big gulps of this refreshing drink I needed.

"Did you breast feed him today or was it....."

"It was boob milk of course, I mean he likes it better" I say slightly laughing.

"But is it going well?" Neymar asks full of concern. Ever since I got pregnant he's been so careful and curious about my health.

"Yeah it's just my boobs are getting huge" I say looking down my shirt. Even my ass is bigger now but I haven't gained that much weight. After all, I have birth like a month earlier.

There was a quite pause before he said something.

"Well that's not a bad thing" He smirks and I roll my eyes.

"I'm sorry" he whispers. I can't tell if it's about what he said right now or something else. I am confused.

"Sorry for what?" I question.

"For ending our relationship in first place" he says his voice all dry and slightly hurt.

"Neymar please, that was months ago. We have Matheus now and that's the only thing I am keeping my focus on" I sigh. Relationship and love is not the thing for me now. All I care about right now is Matheus and my family, also Neymar.

"But you're living with me and I can't even touch you. Do you know how hard it is for me not to give you morning kisses, or make love to you a-"

I stand up, cutting him off. "It's for Matheus, I am living with you for now because we have a son" I say then I make my way to my bedroom, the one I am staying in for now.

He follows me to the bedroom. This is not the first time he has bought up this topic.

"Is it all over? So we're not in love, because I think I still am." He says his voice begging for my response. I stop and clench my fist. Am I in love with him? 

Let me be honest, I miss his touch. How is tongue works on me and how he shows me love.

"Please Neymar stop, I have already a lot to think about" I sigh. Still not looking at him. I don't want to face him.

"If it's the institution, then you shouldn't worry. The manager has worked things out with your family so don't worry" he rambles and I turn around looking at him. He's so desperate.

"It's not only that, I know soon I will be going back to work but it's Matheus" I roll my eyes.

"I told you Rafa is going to help babysit when I am in Barcelona and you're at work" he says a bit louder and taking a step forward. Our chests touching. I take a step back and roll my eyes in annoyance.

"stop rolling your eyes Forealla" he says, rolling his eyes himself, trying to mock me.

"I need sleep, boa noite" I say turning around and walking into my new closet. He's following me in the closet and I had to literally push him away. Neymar is a ten years old.

"Do you know what you're doing to me? It's not good for my health" he says a lot more aggressively. I kind of just stand there. My back facing him. I can hear and feel is heavy breathing.

"I know that you're here for Matheus but can you at least let me explain to you how I am feeling....just once" he literally begs.

"Explain." I say my voice cold, with absolutely no emotion.

"Waking up every morning and not being able to kiss you is pure pain. The only human being I get to kiss here is Matheus. You don't even want me hugging you. I can't sleep in the same room. You don't like me playing with you. I have told you a billion times that....I still have real man feelings for you. I still love you but...but all you do is hurt me more. I have had enough. Can you for once tell me the truth? Is this it? Are we just Matheus's mom and dad. Are you two something or not? Don't you miss it. Don't you miss us? The way I made love to you and the way you-"

I turn around and bite my lip before whispering a quite "no".

"No? What the fuck do you mean by no" he's mad and aggressive now. You can tell it by his voice and posture.

"I mean stop doing this" I sigh and look around the room, searching for my shorts.

"Fine, I'll stop but just remember that no matter how much of a bitch you are now, I love you" and with that he left the room.