Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 13- Figure 8

A/N I swear, the theme song for Belle and Neymar is perfect! I put it in the side. Anyway! Love writing this story. Comment and vote. Oh and on the side is also a picture of how I would think Aspen would look like.

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"Thanks for inviting me over." Neymar sat in Belle's kitchen, gazing over at the woman he once knew so well years ago. It would be a lie for him to say that he didn't miss her, that he didn't think of her every day. She was his first love and, unfortunately, his first heartbreak. After he found out that Belle was released from the hospital, he thought that their friendship was damaged beyond repair and that it was time now to go separate ways. At that point, Neymar decided to throw away all their pictures, notes, anything that reminded him of her.

"Mr. Neymar." The little girl he had met recently ran into the kitchen with a huge radiant smile that resembled her mothers. Just looking at little Aspen's face you could tell that Belle was the mother. She copied her untamed curly locks that was Belle's signature. They fell to the middle of her back, which was unnaturally long for a two year old. Her complexion matched Belle's as well, not anything on her face mismatched. "Yes, Little one?"

"Look!" Her little arms held in front of him a plain t-shirt that she had painted yellow. On the back, in black glitter paint, it read "Neymar Jr." just like his Jersey. Neymar beamed and took the small shirt in his hands. "This is so cute."

"Really?" This made the smile on her face grow almost looking as if it would crack her face.

"Aspen, baby." Belle walked over to her daughter gracefully and held out her hand for Aspen to take. The little girl wrapped her hand around Belle's finger and listened to her mother speak about privacy and what not. As soon as he was alone, this gave him the chance to explore his surroundings. Unlike he thought, the kitchen was really clean. The cabinets were alphabatized and sorted nicely from spices to soups and other cooking materials.

The only thing keeping the kitchen from being spotless were a few forlorn pieces of paper on the counter. The title wasn't legible but the picture was high lighted. On the bottom of the paper it read in pen "The Neymar project."

He felt his face heat up slightly. A surge of unidentified emotions rushed through his body faster than wild fire and caused him to not release the paper. The design was a skirt that resembled of a Santos FC jersey and on back, just below the buttox was his name.

"What are you doing?" A voice made him snap his head up until his eyes connected with hers. "I-I uh--"

Belle clearly didn't show approval as she caught Neymar looking at her unfinished project. She blushed bright pink and stormed over to him, attempting to snatch the design away. "Neymar that was personal!"

"You made a design about me?" His voice was soft but loud enough to be audible.

She growled and crossed her arms,trying hard to hide a blush. "It was an experiment. " she mumbled quietly.

"Belle, I'm--"

"Don't say it. I know it was stupid."

Neymar walked closer to her causing her to swallow thickly. "Belle, I'm honored."

"I wasn't trying to make you feel honored."

He cleared his throat, backing up from her to make it less uncomfortable. "How have you been. It's been a while."

"Too long. I've been good. I'm a designer. I have a wonderful little girl, and I'm happy."

"Yeah." Neymar chuckled, "She is a lot like you, Little Foot."

Belle shuddered at the sound of him saying her old nickname. She would hear him say it in dreams, but hearing it in reality again was so surreal.

"Well, she is my daughter."

"Is the father in her life?"

Belle shook her head lightly. "He doesn't really know. "

Neymar hung his mouth open in shock, "Oh God! Belle, if you need any help, I can help."

"Thanks Neymar, but you don't --"

"I want to."

He walked over to her with his arms open, ready for her. He missed the feeling of having her in his arms. She hesitated, but crawled in his arms and caught her breath when he wrapped his arms around her torso. She looked at him, no words were coming from her or him and the room felt tense.

Without thinking, she went in and kissed his lips tenderly. It took Neymar a while to feel comfortable enough to kiss back but eventually he pulled apart. "I'm sorry Neymar.."

He let go of her quickly and looked around the kitchen in search of a way out. "I'm sorry Belle, but I need to go."

"Neymar, please I didn't mean to."

Neymar turned from her and sighed. "I'll be back..remember, I'm helping you with Aspen."

"When?"

"Soon." Was the last thing he said before exiting the kitchen. When he entered the living room he saw Aspen coloring a picture. Her eyes would often rise as a part on a tv show would come on. Her eyes brightened up when they landed on Neymar. "Want to pway wif me Mr. Neymar?"

"Sorry Little one." He patted her head and smiled weakly. "I can't be here right now."

"Why? Don't you like me?" He tone held a hint of sadness but her eyes still remained bright.

"Of course I do."

"Don't you like mommy?"

Neymar sighed deeply and tore his eyes away from her. "Well Little one..I think I'm in love with her."

"Then why leaving?"

"If I'm sure about how I think I'm feeling, then I can't let it happen." He knew Aspen wouldn't really understand, but actually hearing himself say it made himself a little better.

"Okay come back pwease."

"I will, Little One. "

"When?" She asked sounding like her mother.

"Soon."