A First for Everything (Cristiano Ronaldo)

First Deep Convo

Kendalls POV

I woke to the sunlight coming through the open blinds. I attempted to reach for my phone on the night stand but instead rolled onto the floor. I groaned and used my hands to push myself back up.

When I finally arose I took my phone and read through my messages. Most from friends and one from my mom, who lives in the United States. She wasn't to pleased when I told her I was going to become a model and move to Madrid. She always wanted me to go to collage and become a lawyer or doctor.

She cried a lot when I told her I was moving, and I knew it hurt her. But i wanted to show her that I could be a successful model and support myself. She's actually very proud of me now, which makes me happy.

Cris had send me a goodnight text and hour after I was already asleep. I smiled and began typing.

To: Cris

Good-morning! :) Good luck at your game!!!!

I placed my phone back down and reached for the remote. Then I noticed it was 9:00 which would be like 12:00 in Madrid. The game was about to start. As I scrolled through the guide I noticed the game wasn't anywhere to be found. This may be an amazing hotel room, but there definitely is a lack of sport channels.

I tried to make best of the situation and follow the game on twitter. It at least let me know the score, which was 1-1. Cris didn't score by the end of the game. I let out a long sigh and thought about what else I could possibly do.

Shop.

I quickly got ready and made myself took presentable. I honestly tried more the usual just because I was going to some pretty high end stores and I didn't want to look out of place.

I planned out the rest of the day.

Chanel.

Dior.

Versace.

Gucci.

Louis Vuitton.

Prada.

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I entered the hotel room with only two bags in my hands. Louis Vuitton and Chanel. The shopping trip wasn't so successful. I kept worrying about Junior and then when ever I finally got my mind off things and liked something I would start to wonder if Cris would like it. The entire time it was,

"Would Cris think this dress is ok?"

"Would Cris like the color of the bag?"

"Should I get a matching LV belt with Cris?"

"Does Cris like me wearing Gold or Silver?"

I couldn't take it anymore. Paris is no fun.

I looked at my suite case that laid wide open in the center of the room. And before I knew it I was pilling my cloths back inside. I went online and got the next flight to Madrid. Vacations are suppose to be fun. And frankly I was having the worst time of my life.

Cristiano's Pov

I placed my hand on Junior forehead. He's had a really high fever. Junior's my world and seeing him like this makes me want to cry. I couldn't focus on my game today, but thats no surprise. How am I suppose to focus knowing my sons laying in bed constantly coughing.

I scooted Junior over and sat with him.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

He pouted, "not good."

"Does your head still hurt?" I asked.

"No, my tummy hurts."

"Are you hungry?"

"A little"

I kissed his forehead and headed down to the kitchen where I could try and put something together for him.

The door bell rang so I stepped out of the kitchen and made my way towards it.

I stood in complete shock.

"Hey."

For some reason I reached forward and hugged her.

"Hi." I finally said back.

"Hows Junior?" asked Kendall.

"I was just going to make him a sandwich."

"A sandwich?" She giggled.

"Yeah."

"Thank god I came back you cant give him anything to hardy. Let me make chicken noodle soup."

I smiled, "Sure."

Kendalls POV

After making soup Cris carried to bowl upstairs with me.

As soon as we opened the door juniors eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Kendall!" He screamed.

I smiled knowing that even when he was in the worst mood I could make him happy.

Cris feed him to soup and then we told Junior to get some rest and that we would be down stairs watching a movie if he needed anything.

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We sat on the couch and watched some random 90's movie, but we mainly talked.

"You back really early, what happened?" asked Cris.

"Paris was really boring and there wasn't much to do. Plus I was worried about Junior."

Cris smiled slightly, "You really care about him don't you."

I nodded my head.

Cris let out a loud sigh, "Yesterday he kept asking about you." There was a long awkward pause.

Cris kinda of laughed, "He called you mom by accident."

I giggled, "Did he really!?"

"Yeah."

"Does he-- ever-- ask about his real mom?" The question came out of no where. It was just a thought in my head and I didn't even know i said it out load.

"One time, about a year ago, he asked if his mom loved him." Cris said slowly.

"Wow." I said taken back.

Cris sighed, "I was so stupid. Junior deserves a good mother,someone who actually cares about him, like you do, and not just my money. She was a waitress for god sakes. Im an idiot."

"We all make mistakes." I said sympathetically. I felt bad for him. You could see the hurt and shame in his eyes.

Then Cris eyes began to glaze.

"Cris, everything happens for a reason."

"I just wish I new the reason." he sighed.

"You always say Junior is your world, or that Junior is your everything, and you always score for him. Junior makes you happy and if you didn't make that mistake you wouldn't have had Junior."

Cris nodded.

"I love you." I heard.

I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Great now I was hearing things.