Sports Love (A Neymar Jr Fanfic)

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

It was game day, and my stomach was not in the mood. Either because of my pregnancy or because I'm just really scared for Brazil right now. It's both, I can feel it.

I turned over seeing Neymar right beside me. It sucks how he's not gonna be in the rest of Fifa. It crushed him, you can just see it he made it so obvious which crushed everyone else. Oh god, my stomach's turning that's a good yet bad sign.

I ran to the bathroom. Good because that means my NeyCat babies are developing. Bad because most of the throw up is coming from Nausea for Brazil. I heard Neymar walk in and he held my hair back. He knelt down and rubbed my back while I kept throwing up. I'm gonna kill him but love him for this. If that makes sense.

"Princess, I love a lot, but throw up is not a pleasant smell to me." Neymar gagged, I rolled my eyes and sat on the floor after I stopped.

"Screw you, you're the one who wants NeyCat babies more than me."

"True, very true. But, I hate the smell of throw up."

I gave him a dirty look and then gave him a fake smile.

"And I hate throwing up, so I guess that makes both of us."

I got back on my knees and started throwing up again.

"Heeeey! So, I wanted to see how the Naycat- Oh god, Cat's throwing up.. Gross. Gross. GROSS!" I heard Fernandinho yell. I heard him run out and then I heard another person walk in. I huffed and sat back down on the bathroom floor. I saw Hulk walk in and kept his distance from the bathroom.

"Hey, sorry about Fernandinho. Every time he sees other people throw up, he does too."

I nodded my head looking at him curiously.

"Uh huh.. So why are you so far away?" I asked, giving him a glare.

"Uhhh.." Hulk hummed in a high tone, I rolled my eyes. "See the space you're in right now at the moment has throw up fumes in the air and the space I'm in right now has fresh fumes. So uhh.. Awkward.."

Hulk ran out pushing Oscar in the room. Oscar tried running back out, but then he fell and awkwardly waved us.

"Hey Oscar.. What ya doin'?" I angrily said, smilng a glare.

"Oh.. You know.. Just giving the floor a hug.."

"Get out." Neymar snapped, Oscar quickly ran out shutting the door behind him. I looked over to Neymar and we both started laughing.

•

I dried my self off and stopped my hair from dripping being more annoyed than ever. I couldn't take a shower in steaming hot water anymore because the whole pregnancy thing. I got so used to steaming hot water that warm water feels really cold to me.

I put on: my black high waisted denim shorts, my black and white nike dunks high, and my oversized white v neck t-shirt that has the word 'Brazil' diagonal on it. I tucked in one side letting the other side hang out.

I blow dried my hair and then curled it. I did my natural makeup routine as always and turned around seeing Neymar all set and ready.

"So you're just gonna watch the game? If you're gonna cry, mind as well cry now. So then I could comfort you and we wouldn't need to go." I said, creating a smile on his face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug.Neymar kissed my cheek and held my hand as we walked out.

I saw Hulk and them waiting outside for us. I gave them a glare and walked in the elevator.

"So.. Are you sure you're done throwing up?" Marcelo asked, slowly stepping backwards and bumping into the wall.

"I would love to throw up on you if I need to throw up again. Thanks for insisting on it, Marcelo." I said, in a fake happy high tone. I changed my tone to anger and clenched my teeth as I said 'Marcelo'. Hulk started laughing and held his hand up for a high five. I just stared at him.

"Fuck. You." I mouthed words, giving him my death glare.

"Me-OW!" Hulk mouthed back, curling his fingers making them look like kitty claws and then scratching the air.

The bus got here as soon as the elevator doors opened. I walked out of the elevator first having Neymar wrap his arm around my waist. We saw Bitchna- I mean Bruna, oh who am I kidding? I mean Bitchna having her tongue down another guy's throat. I looked at her disgusted, she looked at us and stuck up the middle finger.

"Wow.. The middle finger, how creative." I yelled, making her stop digging her tongue in that poor guy's mouth. He probably needs to disinfect his whole mouth now.

Neymar just guided me outside not wanting a scene to happen.

"Relax, she's just going through a phase of moving on." Neymar whispered.

"Yea.. And in Bruna's world that phase is called whore." I whispered back, Neymar and I stopped to look over at her. She changed to a different guy already, nice. "Look at that.. Last a lifetime."

•

We walked out of the bus to the stadium where there were reporters and fans hanging out and flashing cameras at us again.

"Hey, uh.. Did I forget to tell you we have dinner with my parents tonight?" Neymar whispered, as we were taking a picture for some fans. I glared at him and slowly shook my head. I walked into the stadium. "Cat Cat! Come on princess. It's not gonna be all bad."

I ignored him and just kept walking. I admit his little nicknames for me makes my heart flutter.

Neymar grabbed my arm making me stop, I looked at him with a dirty look.

"Not all bad? Neymar, I don't need to be throwing up on the food!" I scream-whispered, so nobody else could hear the conversation. Neymar stood up straight crossing his arms and giving me a stern look. I rolled my eyes and slowly shook my head again. I took another glance at him. "Fine."

The conversation was interrupted by a man in a suit. I jumped a little on the inside.

"Sorry to be interrupting," the man said, holding his hand out for me to shake. I shook my head.

"No, it's fine, really. We actually just finished the conversation so good timing."

I shook his hand and lightly smiled. I am not in the mood to be meeting new people. He seems to be my height, so I guess I'm ok with him. I let go of his hand waiting for whatever it was he wanted to say.

"Ms. Catherine Pierce, correct?"

"Please, just call me Cat."

"Alright, Cat, I'm Erick. I've heard great things about you."

I looked at him curiously.

"Really.. Because I'm a bitch."

I looked over to Neymar, he smirked and nodded agreeing. I smiled and gave Neymar a kiss on the cheek. We looked over to the man seeing laugh a little.

"Such honesty."

I nodded my head as we stood there in awkward silence.

"So, umm.. What is it that you need?" Neymar asked, breaking the silence.

"Well, I'm here because of Uncle Marcie's health conditions."

"W-what do you mean his health conditions?" I asked stuttering, I knew something was wrong but I didn't think it would be far from home.

"Do you know anybody else around here who knows or is very close to Marcie?"

"Luiz Felipe Scolari, but I don't-"

"Ok thank you, you've been great help." Erick quickly stated and walked away finding Felipão talking to Marcelo.

I looked over to Neymar, he shrugged. I tried chasing after that Erick guy until Neymar stopped me by grabbing onto my arm.

"Health conditions? W-what does he mean by health conditions? When I was at Los Angeles I made hell sure he was eating vegetables every single fucking day for his mother-fluffing health." I scream-whispered, heavily breathing. I am so mad yet so worried, health conditions? "This is nightmare."

Neymar pulled me into a hug, I am so calling Uncle Marcie later on.