Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter seven

Emily's POV
I woke up to the sound of beeping machines. I didn't know what happened. I fluttered my eyes open, and the first person I see is Luis.
"Luis, what happened?" I muttered.
"After I told you that I was your father and Leo was your half-brother you fainted." He explained.

"Luis did she..-" Lionel came threw the door. I stared at him. I wanted to be mad at him but I couldn't he didn't do anything wrong.
"Luis, can you leave my brother and I alone?" I requested. He glanced at Leo and then nodded. He left the room.

I sat up.
"I'm Emily. Emily Beckham." I extended my hand, so he could shake it. He shook it awkwardly.
"Lionel messi." He said.
"I know who you are." I mumbled.
"It's a bit ironic, my father and brother both are part of the Barcelona team. Which I despise."

He sighed.
"I used to hate you too, but since you're my brother I can't. It's not a option." I smiled.
"But you hate Real Madrid so we're even." I added.

He stood there a bit quiet.
"You didn't think you would ever meet me huh?" I asked.
"I didn't find out I had a sister out there until Luis became manager of Barcelona." He told me quietly.

"Listen, maybe when I'm not in a hospital bed and after el Classico, which you will lose we can grab a coffee eh?" I offered.
He cracked a smile and nodded.
"Can I ask you a favour?"
"Yeah." He said.
"Can you get my phone?." I asked. He grabbed it from my bag.

"Oh, and you can leave bro. Tell my dad I'll be fine. I don't want you guys here, go back and train for the match you'll lose" I pointed to the door and chuckled.
He nodded and left.
After a few minutes, I called my Luis's name once. He didn't respond which meant the cost was clear.

I called Gareth.
"Gareth, I need you to come to the nearest hospital to the stadium. I fainted, and I'm here so come." I breathed.
"What happened to-" I interrupted.
"Just come mate! I'm fine. I need Compony so come."

"Just say, that you're here for Emily Beckham." I hung up the phone. I went on Instagram, my Instagram was blowing up with comments like "are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"Emily is pregnant?" I just chuckled at some of them.

I took a picture of my legs covered in the hospital blanket and captioned it, "I'm fine! But thank you to everyone that asked. I'm very certain I will still play." I posted it.
Then someone barged into the room.
"Emily! Are you okay??" Gareth shouted.
"Gareth, bud! Calm down. I'm fine!" I told him.
He sat next to my bed.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Well, I was at a café and found out something astonishing." I simply said.
"What was it?" He asked.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone bud! Okay? I trust you."

He nodded.
" when I was leaving the arena, Luis Enrique approached me and asked me out to coffee..." I told Gareth everything that had occurred. Including that Leo is my brother and Luis my dad.

He gasped,
"I can't believe it." He said.
"I know. My family favourite the Barcelona team and I'm on the Real Madrid." I chuckled.

" not even that, just the fact that you're related to both of them is astonishing." He said.
His phone rung and he answered.
"hello?....what!?....yes Im heading out now." Gareth hung up,

"My son is sick, I have to take him to the hospital. See you later! Get well!" He said running out the door.
I was tired so I decided to take a nap.

•••••
I woke up a few hours later, someone was holding my hand.
He was sitting looking down, praying. I'm a atheist but I have nothing against religions. So I didn't mind.
I smiled looking at Cristiano as he had his eyes closed.
"Buddy." I said as I lifted Cristiano's chin with my index finger.
"What are you doing?" I asked, seeing if he would admit that he cared for me.
"Just checking in like my friend Gareth asked, as well as Zinedine said." He tried to make an excuse.