Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

36. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo) END.

36. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo) END.

"Good morning." Cristiano's grip around my waist tightened as he woke up and greeted me.

Yesterday had been more eventful than I had thought it would be. After the guys had finished washing up, we went to get some lunch, and did shopping. What had happened during the shopping was what made it even more fun. We were in the mall, Cristiano and I, along with Sergio (Canales) and his girlfriend, and Caroline and Ricardo, (we were all paired up with our significant others.) It was your normal day there, people asked to sign some autographs and take some pictures, the usual, but their was this one couple that was my favorite. The both of them had ran up to Cris and I, and began to gush over how much they loved us. The girl went to me though, and the guy went to Cristiano. I had to contain my laughter as Cristiano was awkwardly getting groped by the man! He was asking if his muscles were legitimate, and just started rubbing them with his hands. Cristiano was bot disgusted, afraid, and disturbed. I had a taste of karma when the woman began to ask if my breasts were fake or real, and touched to make sure. It was pretty hilarious. Despite the fact we got raped by total strangers.

Once we had gotten home, we unpacked everything we had bought. (Well mostly everything I had bought, with my money. I wasn't going to be that girl who always asks for the boyfriend's cash.) Cristiano and I retreated back to our bedroom, and just chilled. We snuggled, which I told him I loved a lot, and watch some telenovella. I had asked him what the sex of the baby was with that other woman, and he had told me it was a boy. When I asked for the named he told me he was going to be named after himself. Which I had found to be adorable. A few hours later, we had fallen asleep in each other's arms, and now here we were waking up to each other.

"Morning to you too." I smiled as I turned over, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Kissing lip to lip early in the morning wasn't really my style, I had disgusting morning breath. "Happy anniversary." I grinned from ear to ear.

I had woken up earlier, making sure I didn't wake Cris up when I had gotten out of bed. (Granted, the only reason I woke up earlier was because of morning sickness.) Since I couldn't fall back asleep, I had decided to take it upon the myself to make him some breakfast. Yeah, I've done it before, but this time it was going to be in bed. Making him his favorite food, (Bacalhau a Braz which was a Portuguese cod made with potato and scrambled eggs), and setting it on a tray with some water, I had added a small vase with a single rose from the bouquet he had bought me the day before. Placing my present, (which was a small, black box), right beside the vase, it took me ages to carefully go up our stairs and into the bedroom. We had a bunch of stairs...

"Happy anniversary." Cristiano grinned, with his eyes closed as he placed butterfly kisses at the crook of my neck. Giggling, I instructed him to get up and see what I had done for him. Rubbing his eyes from the sleep, he finally sat up and looked around the room. His vision landed on the tray of food by the bed on the side table. Another grin broke out in his face.

"Bacalhau a Braz." Silently, I had hoped I had pronounced it right. Though, I doubt I did. My Portuguese was terrible.  "Your favorite." He let out a small chuckle as he kissed my cheek.

"You're too sweet." Cris mused as I got up to bring him his food over. Setting the tray over his lap, I gave him the fork.

"Bon apetit." I smiled nicely, emphasizing the French in my words as he took the fork gratefully from my hand. We talked for a bit as he ate, even though I had protested, he had fed me some of his food. (I didn't have the heart to tell him I already had a small bowl of cereal earlier.)  My Bacalhau a Braz wasn't too bad, actually it tasted pretty damn amazing for having cooked it the first time. Discussing the day's plans, I had found it to no surprise we were going to a fanciful restaurant later on. From now until then, (which was a long time period), was still a mystery. Guess it was anything goes.