||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part Two: Chapter 11- Grieving

June's POV

"June, June love. Wake up. Marcela has made us breakfast," Neymar gently shakes me.

"O-okay," I rasp struggling to sit up.

Neymar slips an arm around me and helps me sit up. I lean against him still feeling a bit fuzzy in the head. I sigh as he carries me down stairs. I lean my head against his chest. My eyes hurt from crying all the time. Neymar sets me down in a chair and sits down next to me.

"Good morning, June," Mãe says resting a hand on mine.

"Hi, Mãe," I smile trying not to tear up again.

Mãe leans over and kisses my cheek making me burst out crying again. She hugs me and coos in Portuguese. Neymar takes my hand and rubs my back. I cry on her shoulder and try to stop. I feel awful, as if I've lost a part of me, which I have. Neymar slowly pulls me into his lap and cuddles me close. I know it's been hard on him even though he's been so strong. I often hear him crying after he thinks I'm asleep. It makes my heart ache.

The two of us decided to go to a family counsellor to help us work through it. We've been going for the last couple of weeks, and will resume once I'm back from Madrid. I love Neymar's family, but I'd really like to see mine around this time. I know Neymar isn't thrilled about me leaving, but I need to do this. He's worried that I might become depressed again and wants to be there. I understand his concerns, but I know that I'll be perfectly fine with Dad, Ana, Lety, and Javi. Javi took care of me after Daddy died. I know I'll be in good loving hands. I miss my big brother and sister. I miss Dad and Ma right now more than ever. I'm homesick to go see my family.

"I love you," Neymar mumbles pulling me close.

"I love you too, Juninho," I smile hugging him.

"What would you like to do today since its your last day in Barcelona?" He asks running his fingered through my hair.

"Let's go play," I respond looking out at the pitch in our backyard just beyond the pool.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I talked to Jill, and I might be able to go to Portugal in March. I want to be ready if there's even the smallest possibility," I tell him, "Plus I want to go to Canada this summer and play the World Cup!"

"Okay," he sighs nodding his head.

He goes to pick me up, but I decline not wanting to be carried. I need to start building my strength up again. I plan on bringing my personal trainer with me to Madrid. While I do want to see my family, I'm also going to take advantage of the time to get back into shape. I'm aiming to go to Portugal, but in the end, it's up to Jill. My National teammates have been really supportive of my struggle and hope I can join them.

Neymar and I go into our room and start changing into our work out clothes. He walks over as I'm zipping my Victoria's Secret sports bra up and cups my cheeks. I smile up at him and rub his chest. He gently kisses me. I kiss him back. His arms travel down around my waist and pull me close. Neymar's strong arms wrap me up. He pulls away keeping his face close to mine. I smile and quickly kiss him again which he deepens.

"We. . . Really should. . . Go," I murmur in between kissing him.

"Do we have to?" Neymar whispers gently slipping a hand into my shorts to squeeze my butt.

"Neymar, I'm not ready to have sex again," I say uneasily.

"I don't care. I just want to be with you before you leave," he leaned down and started to kiss my neck.

"I-uhm. Okay," I cave.

Neymar smiles against my neck and picks me up around the thighs. He carries me to our bed as he kisses my neck and chest. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his hair. I smile as he lays down pulling me on top of him.