Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

15. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

15. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

"I feel pregnant." I said to Mari as we FaceTimed through our iPhones. She laughed at me as she tried to rebalance Tim on her hip. That was her beautiful son by the way. "Looking at Tim makes me want to set up a play-date sometime soon."

"That's good for you! Get knocked up again, and yes! You're in Cali come visit!" She squealed. A kiss was planted on my temple by Cristiano, as he passed by me and went through the door. We were planning a surprise visit to Marisol and Danny's so we, mostly he, was packing up our stuff into a rented car.

It's been awhile since I've seen that chick! I was about to go insane without her, so I organized a well planned trip to visit her for a couple hours. It doesn't even take that long to get to San Diego, from L.A., so we were going to drive there. Get back before midnight, and be ready for our late night flight home.

Argh, my life was planned out for the next few weeks. Get back home, pack some more for Madrid, Adele's birthday, then the actual moving part, not to mention all the unpacking, and decorating, and rearranging. Arghhhh. Fuck my life! After all of that is done and settled with, I shall go to the beach, or a spa. Or even have Cristiano be my servant for a day. Okay, that sounds too mean.

"Okay, we'll see ya soon!" I said concluding my conversation with Mari. She grinned ear to ear, putting Timmy down.

"Hopefully!" She crossed her fingers before getting off.

"So is everything good?" Cris asked me, wiping his hands together. I looked around the room, and nodded. Adam was smear playing with rattle, and ready in the car seat. Half the things were all packed and such, so I think everything's good. "Great, let's go!" He picked up the car seat, and made his way out the door.

I couldn't help put look at Cris from behind. What a sweet man, caring for a baby that isn't even his. I can't believe I hadn't given him a chance anytime sooner. Cristiano noticed me not by his side, and stopped to turn around. He was already halfway to the elevator.

"What?"

"I love you." I blurted out randomly, making my way to him. He smiled back and gave me a peck on the lips.

"And I love you too." He wrapped his arm around my waist, and mine mimicked his action.

Ah, love.

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We arrived go Marisol's new house a couple hours later. Thankfully, we hadn't caught her at a bad time, but we sure did catch her by surprise. I could've sworn I saw tears of joy in her eyes.

She made us a delicious lunch of her famous sarsuela, (a Barcelona-n dish), and a quick batch of mel i mato. (The sarsuela was fish and shell fish made with oil, paprika, and all the other stuff, and the mel i mato was white cheese with honey on it. Though sounds peculiar, but it tasted like heaven.) Adam and Timmy, still unable to chew on food, were fed with breast milk/formula, (I think you know who was whom), and applesauce.

We also put them in a playpen later on so they could get to have some guy time. The pen was set up in the living room, a fee feet from the couch. Cristiano and Danny wanted their own guy time, so they turned on a random football, (American style), and chatted. Marisol and I got to catching up in the dining room.

"I'll help!" I volunteered, not waiting for the answer as I grabbed mine and Cristiano's plates.

"Thanks." Mari smiled as she grabbed hers, and Danny's. The two of us had been discussing current affairs, what movie was good or wasn't, and our love lives. Apparently, they wanted to conceive another baby.

"Anytime!"

"But seriously," She turned around, supporting her weight against the sink, leaning. Oh no, not again. "Get pregnant with me!" Mar practically begged. "Please oh, please?" She grabbed my wrist and shook it as she jumped up and down. I couldn't help but laugh at her, in the background we could hear the guys screaming at the Ref of the game.

"I don't know if that's even possible to plan!" I chuckled, leaning against the sink with her. We just stood there for awhile thinking. That's the good thing with close friends, awkward silences scarcely happened. The silence between us was comfortable.

"It's easy to plan," She lifted herself up and off, making her way to the fridge. A calendar of this month was present upon it. She pointed her French manicured finger to today's date July, 14. "You have sex every single night starting now." She tapped the days to come after that. I shook my head a her plan.

"I don't even wanna know how you find time to have sex with a baby." I made my hand cut through the air, telling her I really don't want to know. "And it's not like I can have sex with him everyday!" I drew closer to her, lowering my voice into a whisper, so the other two couldn't hear. "It's not like we're married! Let alone engaged. Who knows how long that'll take!"

"You guys are already moving in after less than a week of going out!" She mouthed to me, making some words audible for me to understand.

"Because I'm in love with him and he's in love with me!" I whispered/mouthed back.

"So get engaged!"

"We had a conversation about that, and we're waiting for awhile!"

"How does that happen?" Mari asked in a normal voice, sitting her ass back down in the dining room chair. I sighed, moving the chair in front of her, and put my hands on her knees.

"Sweetie, it's when two people move both their things in one house."

"No silly." She gave me a small smile. "How do you move in with a guy you've only been dating for less than a week?"

"It's my leap of faith in life." I shrugged my shoulders. "Things wouldn't be so different if I hadn't left him in Madrid."

"Oh pray tell how?"

"Well, I mean, if I hadn't left him, we probably would've had a relationship together. And eventually we would've moved in, right? So why not just go straight into it."

"You mean rush?"

"Okay if you wanna use that word than fine. I wanted to rush into it. But it never felt so right! I want this so bad. I want to be with him everyday. Yeah, yeah, he's with me now, but I'm talking about all the time be with him. Back in New York he would always come in for a few hours than head back to his place. I like waking up next to him, and have his arm wrapped around me everyday."

"Oh wow. It's not confession time!" She laughed, I blushed realizing I just practically poured my heart out to her. But she was my best friend she had to deal with it. "I'm just proud of you all grown up." She teased, pinching my cheeks. I sarcastically laughed at her, and swatted her hands away from my face.

Oh best friends.

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At around ten o clock we left their house, seeing as it was an hour or two drive from her house to LAX. Thankfully, we had already got everything ready so all we had to do was get on board to get home.

We slept through the entire ride, not including the several occasions where Adam was crying for some food, and finally made it back home. Too tired to unpack anything, since we had got to NYC pretty late at night, we just fell asleep again on my bed. (Damn traffic, you'd think it'd die out at night! But no. It gets worse.)

Damn, we'd be leaving soon.