Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

7. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

7. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

If dreams were just premonitions of the future; I don't want to dream anymore. For the past couple of days, I've only dreamt about Joseph and Cristiano. None of them ever turned out good in my point of view! But for Cristiano...

In every single one of them, I end up kissing him. Or hugging him, or just being with him period! Joseph always ends up mad at me, yells at me, and leaves me. Then out of the blue Cristiano comes and comforts me.

What was up with this? Am I suppose to be heeding the warning of the extreme douche bag becoming my boyfriend once more? Fuck no. That's not going to happen!

"You okay?" Joseph asked as he placed his hand on my forehead.

And with the due date coming along, I'm even more stressed out. With my stress, needs sleep. But sleeping would cause me to dream, another, terrible dream. One where only Ronaldo wins. Curse my subconscious.

"Mehhh." I whined. I've been having more cramps beyond belief. Not the regular two minute pain, it was longer, and more painful. Just plain bad.

"Those dreams again?" He asked.

Of course I told him what was bothering me at night. The worst one was still so vivid in my mind.

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"Adeline! You just can't keep going back and forth between us two!" He screamed at my face. The tears ran down my cheeks, as I stared into his angry eyes. Never in my life had I seen a man so angry at me. So upset with the actions that I chose to do. I bit my lip, to supress a sob coming out. He was right. I couldn't keep doing that. It was not right.

What made me think, that toying with two men's feelings were right at all? What gave me the right to lead the two on?

Nothing.

"Joseph I'-" I tried to apologize to him. Reach out to him, and tell him how sorry I was to put him through this pain. I hadn't known his feelings ran that deep for me. Enough to go up to Cristiano himself, and start a pchysical fight. Enough to show me a grown man can cry. Enough to prove his real love for me. Something I had failed to return.

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And I'm positive you all know the rest of that one. That's the one that made me wake up crying. When I started pouring myself out to Joe. Telling him how confused I was with these dreams. Telling him I didn't want us to end, but these dreams just kept telling me otherwise.

Joseph was just too amazing, just too right for me! And I let him go like that for some low life who broke my heart?! No fucking way. That's not like me.

"I feel like peeing." I moaned in pain as another cramp came up. Then all of a sudden, I felt something warm and wet dripping down my sweatpants. Joseph looked down to where a wet circle was forming, and he laughed out loud. I glared at him, but that sent him double over hysterics.

"I didn't think you meant it!" He pointed and laughed some more. This guy can be so immature at the times.

"You idiot!" I glared at him. "My water broke!"

Realization hit me.

"My water broke!" I exclaimed once more, looking from my legs to Joe. He had shut up by now.

"Shit!" He began to help me up, as I reached for my purse. I whipped out my phone, and called Fernando.

Joseph rushed into our bedroom where a few of our needed things were. Those things consisted of a baby bag with some clothes in it, a toy or two for the baby, and extra clothes for myself. I hobbled over to the front door where I grabbed my coat off the hanger.

"Hey idiot it's an emergency. I'm giving birth." I greeted him the second the phone stopped ringing.

"You're not kidding?" Came his reply. I rolled my eyes at him even though he couldn't see it.

"Her water broke on the couch and she looked like she pissed!" Joseph said into the phone, as he opened the door with the baby bag, and coat in his hands.

"It looked like she peed?!" He sounded excited about that.

"Yeah!" Joseph and him laughed together. I smacked Joe upside the head.

"You two are such children, I'm having a baby come out of me! And all you can do is laugh at how my water broke!!" I hobbled out into the hallway. Wet pants are uncomfortable.

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"I'm here!" Fernando exclaimed in a rush when he opened the doors.

We came into the hospital five minutes ago. I was already changed into that hospital gown, and bedded in a private room. I called my Mother, and as much as I didn't want to, Cristiano.

After all he is a potential father of my baby, how could I not?

"Took-" I laughed at Fernando along with Joseph. He was struggling to get untangled from several balloons that he was carrying. He was also struggling to keep a giant bear in his hand. "You know you're supposed to buy those AFTER I gave birth." I said as I calmed down from laughing.

"Oh." He replied still tangled. A balloon floated in front of his face, and he tried blowing it off. "A little help?"

"Sure." Joe walked over to him, and tried to untangle the strings wrapped around his arms, chest, and neck. Poor Fernando.

"Did I miss anything?" A voice came.

Oh gosh.