Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter twenty-three

Emily's POV

I woke up, and the first thing I saw was Cristiano and my dad.

"Dad." I spoke softly, as he came over to hug me. My stomach was in pain, and I was still a bit drowsy from the anesthesia.

"Are you okay?" He whispered into my ear. I nodded. I assumed Cristiano told him, what happened.

"My brother and Neymar don't know right?" I questioned, he nodded.

"I'm glad you're okay." He gave me a weak smile, as I returned it.

"Well...what does this mean for your career?" He spoke softly. My eyes met his as I, for the first time in the football category, had no answer. I didn't know what I wanted. At this point I was just devastated on what had just occurred but on the other point I saw my passion, and the beautiful pitch waiting for me.

"I feel like it's time for me to retire..."

"Honey, you can't. It's not right, this is a-" He abruptly got cut off by me.

"Dad, you don't understand. I lost a child, a child damn it! This child died because of me, because I fuck- freaking was playing football. I can't continue playing knowingly that this sport dented me in such a manner. I can't play like this....I just can't. Just look at me, I'm a mess and because of what? Because I was being selfish and not thinking about my body. I was only was thinking about what made me happy ." A tear streamed down my face of anger.

"Okay, calm down darling." Cristiano said as he softened his expression.

"hija, I was just asking okay. You didn't have to answer but I mean maybe you'll change your choice? It's hard to see this happen." My father sighed.

I shut my eyes, and let the tears flow one by one.

I heard the door shut, I reopened my eyes and only my father stood there.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.
I felt bad for snapping at him, right now it's just stress on my shoulders. Once the media finds out about this, everyone is going to flip.

"It's okay." He answered back. The room was quite silent, it was actually really silent.

The silence broke once Cristiano opened the door, and the hinges creaked.

"The doctor said you can leave today. In a few hours."

I hummed in response.

Then the realization came to me, I'm here feeling all shit. People are feeling bad for me, But I wonder how Cristiano feels, it's his kid. Well it was his kid.

"Darling, are you sure you don't want me to inform the others?" My father asked.
I shook my head, it wasn't time. He was being careful on bringing up Leo's name or especially Neymar's name in Cristiano's presence. He thinks it bothers Cristiano, but it doesn't seem like it.

"Where are you going to stay." My father asks, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Um, my house?"

"Hm, why don't you come and stay with me." He asked.

"Because no." I quietly said.

My dad took out his phone as it buzzed. He read it, and cursed under his breath.

"darling, We have a game against Valencia in a few days. The day after Tomorrow is the only day, we have to practice on the pitch. I have to go and catch a flight. Do you want me to stay?" He asked. I nodded no.

"You sure?" He confirmed. I nodded once more.

"I love you, I'll see you as soon as I can." He shut the door behind him. The tension between Cristiano and I couldn't grow more.