Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

28. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

28. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

"Buy me Starbucks!" I pointed to the outside of my window of the passenger seat, the left side which I have gotten accustomed to the past week and a half. Cristiano never let me drive alone ever since the incident. I don't blame him, I won't want me getting lost again! The Starbucks was just right across from me, and I have been craving them lately. It's been so long without them.

"Okay." Cris shrugged his shoulders, making the turn. I clapped my hands like a child with a big grin on my face.

"Yay! You have to order it though. I still can't grasp the whole euros thing."

"You know how to say coffee in Spanish?"

"Uhm... Me mucho gusta café y galletas." I told him I really liked coffee and cookies in Spanish, unsure if that's the answer he really wanted me to tell him. He chuckled at my reply. We made small talk as he parked the car, getting outside to get me my drink, of course I followed him. He offered his arm for me to latch onto, which I did.

The last few days have been quiet eventful, nothing too over the top. We went to his practice, hanged out with some friends, did a little shopping but that was all. It wasn't as boring as it sounded, believe me going anywhere with Cristiano was fun. He made it fun.

"Gostaria de um caramelo vente caramelo frappacino, extra e chantilly. E uma moca vente, top molho gelado de caramelo e de fundo, sem chicote, luz sobre o gelo, e sete bombas de xarope de menta. Graças." Cristiano ordered for us. I heard caramel in it, so it was all good. The lanky cashier was awe struck to have a professional Spanish soccer player standing right in front of him, it took awhile for him to process what Cris said.

"Little boy get with it!" I slapped the back of my hand to my palm, grabbing his attention.

"No hable Portuguese." The boy nervously answered, shaking his head.

"Me gusta caramel frappacino, comprende?"

"Sí." He nodded. Cristiano repeated the order, this time in Spanish, so the kid could understand. Be nodded once more, then scurried off to make us the drinks we ordered

"I still hate Ramos." I started conversation with him, as I sat on the nearest chair, he sat next to me. Sergio hadn't left me alone since the game, always teasing. I was about to snuff him. Thankfully, Piqué got the notice that I was taken, and backed off. It was either the someone talked to him face to face, or Cristiano's aggressive self scared him on the field.

"Don't worry about him." Cristiano rubbed the small of my back affectionately, pulling himself closer to me. The sound of the chair squeaking across the quiet Starbucks made me smile a bit. It was funny. I rested my head on his shoulder, watching the people go about in the streets.

"He's an annoying little cu-"

"Bad word." Cris cut me off not letting me finish the sentence. "He keeps raving in about something you did when you were younger?"

"Oh." I sat up straight, realizing Sergio still knew about that. Biting my lip, I wasn't really in the mood tell them I played. I mean, I came off as the person who hates soccer to them, and they'll just tease me about it. It wasn't a big secret, hell nobody even knows I was on track and field team!

"What was is?" He came back with two drinks at hand. Whoa. Way to totally space out Adeline.

"Nothing big." I smiled, taking the drink with a thank you kiss.

Why am I making this such a big deal?

"Just used to play soccer when I was younger."

"Really?! How come I never knew this before!" Cristiano stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me surprised.

"Because you guys would tease me about it!"

"Not me."

"Of course not you." I kissed his cheek, telling him I knew he would never. Getting back into the car, I told him my story. How I started, the games I played, and why I quit. By the time my little life story had concluded, we were already in the park. It wasn't an intentional visit, but it seemed like the perfect place to go.

We hung around the park for a couple hours, mostly just talking. Planning actually, in a couple of days he promised me that he would take me to Valencia. It was a three and a half hour drive from Madrid, but he said the beach was worth it. I was more than ready to get some sun, swimming was fun too! So I couldn't wait till we went. Cristiano also promised that he'd take me out on another date soon. (I wonder where this time.) Not to forget that he'd had to leave me alone for a couple hours next week for some important meeting. I guess he probably thought I was going to get lost and captured again because he literally assigned me a babysitter. By babysitter I mean Caroline. Way to treat me as if I were twelve.

Later once we got home, around early evening, we had a little more fun. (If you're catching my drift. If you aren't then I mean we were having sex.) Concerns about not using protection were bothering me at the back of my mind. I loved Cristiano, but was I ready to have another child so soon? At the rate he and I were going, its going to be no surprise that I'll get pregnant really soon. Which reminds me, I'm going to have to ask Marisol how her baby plan is going later on. After our intimate moment, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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So the next chapter is going to go straight into the day where Cristiano leaves for his meeting. Make up what you think happens at the beach, and the date. This was more of a filler. That's pretty much it. Thank you for reading. Message? Bye!

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