Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 20- The Show

I'm not entirely proud of this chapter. Oh well I know you guys wanted an update. Here you go Madridistas. Check out Midnight Nation and to comment and review that one. Also, give this one love too. Muuuaahh.

xoxo,

Jenn.

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The night was late, but Belle refused to even think about going to sleep until she finished her last design. It had taken her late nights the past week just to even get close to finishing her designs for the fashion show that was less than 24 hours. She knew she was suppose to get her much needed rest since she was due for a couple of photos, but even if she wanted to, she couldn't.

Not just because the clothes weren't finished but due to the fact that Neymar stopped making his attempts to speak to her. It had urked her to the fullest. Sure, she hated him at the moment for his lieing, but she didn't want him to stop calling. What was she kidding though. It had been almost a full week since he last called and even she knew that Neymar wouldn't have kept up calling if she never answered him. She just hoped she was wrong.

The World Cup was next week, so Neymar's face was plastered on every billboard, every commercial, and possibly every other form of advertisement that there was. They called him "Brazil's Miracle" since he was probably one of the best players on the team. This only made her heart ache more. She knew she can't hide forever, especially since Aspen has been pestering her to go watch the opening performance and to cheer him on. She hasn't gone one night without going to sleep without her Neymar jersey.

Belle sewed the last seam together and smiled at her finished work. It was beautiful, but she frowned deeply afterwards. It was the design Neymar found in her kitchen a few months ago. A beautiful green and yellow wrap skirt that resembled much of the Brazil home jersey. One the back where the buttocks will be has the letters "Neymar JR." and the number 10. She had a similar one that Paige was going to wear first and it was a similar skirt but instead of green and yellow, it was a deep red color and instead of the "Neymar Jr." it had Ronaldo with the number 7 on the back. She was sure Paige was going to love it, since she knew that Cristiano was going to watch her anyway.

"Momma." A little voice croaked from behind her. Belle jumped slightly at the slience breaking and twisted around to see her little girl with tears streaking down her face.

"Baby girl." Belle cooed, picking her up slightly. A flash of light blinked in her eyes and immense pain erupted on the side of her skull. She flinched but didn't make it too noticable to Aspen. "What's the matter?"

She sniffled and whipped her misty eyes with the back of her tiny hand and then wrapped her arms around Belle's neck. "Bad." sniff. "dream." After she said that, she shoved her face in the crook of Belle's neck and sobbed quietly. "Daddy say you mad."

Belle sighed deeply and sat the little girl on her lap and whipped her eyes. "Well, love, I'm not really happy with your father right now."

"Why?" Her large brown eyes shot up to hers. "I miss daddy."

"I know sweety, I know." Belle sighed once again, not entirely sure what to say to her daughter anymore. Neymar had become a big part in the small girls young life and this wasn't helping. Their relationship was not normal nor was it healthy. The only way that everything would work out is if she were to cut off Neymar completely, but she knew that she couldn't do that to her. He came in her life already, she can't keep the father of her child away from his daughter, even if she was angry with him. Though, Belle didn't have to see him if he wanted to see Aspen, it wouldn't be right for her to discover a broken family at a young age.

She looked over at the clock that sat on her nightstand and turned back to her. Aspen seemed to have calmed down slightly. "Baby girl, it's really late. We can discuss this in the morning. How does that sound?"