Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

22. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

22. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

"What? What!" Cristiano bursted through the door of the home office, where I was currently in pajamas using the computer. I looked at him as if he were crazy, he had an urgent look on his face, with a metal baseball bat in his hands. Armed, and ready. "Don't look at me like that." He rolled his eyes, seeing as there weren't any form of threat in the room.

"My dad emailed me saying he put cameras in the car!" I screeched in anger. What a disturbance of privacy! Explaining to Cristiano that my Father had been videotaping the past days I've been here, was the entire reason to why I screamed bloody murder.

"I feel violated." He commented. Few minutes after that we brushed it off. Took a small video of some things we do around the house, then watched a movie in our room. Our legs tangled under the sheets, as I laid across his bare chest. His arms were wrapped around me, his left hand holding my left hand, with his right hand rubbing up and down my right arm. The movie we had on DVD was 'What Happens In Vegas.' "Hmmm...guess what?" He mumbled, grazing his lips against my cheek. I sighed at his touch.

"What is it?" I closed my eyes, resting my head back against him.

"You're birthday is coming up really soon." Cristiano reminded me.

By real soon he meant tomorrow.

"Oh yeah, I know it. I'm getting old!"

"I'm older than you."

"But you make being old seem so sexy." I muttered as I turned over snuggling against him. "Real sexy."

"Thanks." He chuckled, adjusting his head to rest over mine. "But I'm throwing you a party, so you better be out of the house tomorrow by noon, and come back around four."

"You are spot on the dynamics of surprise parties."

"I never said it was a surprise party, I just said party darling."

"Oh..." My face turned scarlet as I realized it was true." Whatever! Goodnight." I muttered against his skin, before kissing it. "I mean good afternoon."

"Good afternoon to you too."

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Waking up, I found an empty space next to me. The digital clock read seven thirty as I stretched in the bed. I must've been really tired. Next to the clock there was a small note with Cristiano's handwriting. It read that he was off to Sergio Ramos' house for a bit, and I could go there if I wanted. Sergio's address was written down as well.

"Ah, there's no one to talk to!" I whined, being alone for the first time in a long time. Cristiano has always been by my side for...since the day Adam was born! That was like two...three months ago? Oh yeah let's see, he was there for the month when he was born. Then...we started going out like after that. Nope it was about two months.

It felt weird knowing that Cristiano was somewhere else, and I wasn't close by at all. Like a part of me was missing, and that part was him when he left. It's corny, it's lame, but it's the truth. After taking a quick shower, I into black shorts, and a red novelty cropped shirt that had the word love in huge silver font. Slipping on some black flats, I grabbed the keys to the car and left. It still amazes me how warm I gets at night in Madrid.

"Hey friend." I answered the phone as soon as I knew who was calling me. Slamming the door shut, I waited for the car to heat up after I turned the ignition on. "It's been too long since I've talked to you!"

"I agree Addie." Jack replied through the other end of the phone. "You know how it gets when you tour."

"Actually I don't." I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me.