Sports Love (A Neymar Jr Fanfic)

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

I was so nervous to meet Neymar's parents. I can feel my hands getting sweaty, Neymar said to wear something casual but also fancy.

I wore: my white jean shorts, my black tank top tucking it in under my shorts, my floral blazer, and my white heels. I pushed the sleeves up to my elbows.

I blow dried my hair and straightened it. I did my natural makeup routine, and took a big breath. I can't believe I'm actually going to meet his parents, I feel sick.

I walked out of my room seeing Neymar smile as he saw me walk out.

"Ready?" Neymar asked, getting up from the couch and holding his hand out for me to hold.

"Not really, I think I'm gonna be sick. What if they don't like me?"

"They'll love you, trust me. I know I do."

Neymar smiled giving me a wink.

"Yea, but that's just you. Parents have a different perspective."

Neymar stepped closer to me wrapping his hand around my waist.

"They'll love you." Neymar whispered, before kissing my forehead. I huffed and held his hand. "I love you, Catherine Pierce."

My heart fluttered, he said it, he actually said it. I stared at him for a few seconds and smiled.

"I love you too, Neymar Júnior."

Neymar leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. I'm still worried about meeting his parents and his sister.

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I looked up from my phone seeing a gorgeous house right in front of me. If that's his parent's house I wonder what his house looks like.

He parked at the front, ok now I'm even more nervous. We both got out of the car, I waited for Neymar to walk up the front steps first.

I hesitated on knocking on the door. Both his parents answered, they had a bright smile on their faces looking at me.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs. Santos." I greeted, shaking both their hands. "I'm Catherine, but you can call me Cat."

"Hello Cat, I'm Nadine and this is my husband Neymar. You could call me by my first name, you can call him Mr. Santos since they both have the same first name." Nadine offered, I kept a smile on my face not showing any sign of fear. I nodded my head and stood there awkwardly.

They both moved aside for us to walk in, this house is huge. Back in Los Angeles, I have a beach house, Neymar has a mansion.

Neymar guided me to the dining room, it was stunning. I saw Nadine about to walk in the kitchen while her husband just sat down at the table.

"Oh! Uh.. Nadine. Do you need help with anything? I would love to give the extra hand." I asked, giving her a heart warming smile. Nadine turned around returning the smile.

"Yes, of course. Come right in. I love her already."

Nadine laughed a little, leading me to the kitchen.

I walked out holding a bowl of salad and a bowl of steaming mashed potatoes. Nadine walked out with a plate of steak. We settled it at the centre of the table and sat down.

"So, Cat, tell us. What do your parents do for a living?" Nadine asked, taking a bite from her steak.

"Umm.. My parents died when I was eight.. My uncle watched over me since then until I went to university."

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss, I had no idea." Nadine apologized, Neymar looked over at me. Oh yea.. I knew there was something I forgot to tell him. I gave him an apologetic look for not telling him. "May I ask, how old are you?"

"I'm 20 years-old, I skipped a few grades due to my high IQ. I also finished university."

"What a fine young lady, what are your recent jobs?" Mr. Santos asked, before taking a sip of his water.

"I'm a trainer, I work at 'Good Life' to train people to stay in fit. Sometimes I train for free for the people who can't afford a trainer. I also tutor kids and teenagers, but right now I'm helping Felipão coach the national team Brazil."

"Oh my goodness, she's a catch," Nadine said, putting her hand on her chest. I lightly smiled at her.

"So, how many boyfriends have you had?" Rafaella asked, in a stern tone. Does she have something against me?

"Rafaella." Neymar muttered, giving her a mad look.

"No it's fine, I get she's protective over you so I don't mind. I've only had two boyfriends. In grade 10 I dated one of my guys best friends, but I broke up with him so I could focus on school. A couple of days before Neymar asked me to be his girlfriend, I dated Oscar Emboaba. And now Neymar's my third. I judge guys by their personalities and the guys I've met back in Los Angeles are jerks."

"She's good, I like her." Rafaella said, smiling at me. I smiled back, ok so I think they like me. Right? "Are you into any sports? Other then football?"

"I adore basketball, I like any sports, but basketball is my most favourite."

"She's perfect, your perfect."

"Well, I'm not perfect, nothing's perfect. I mean I have a lot of flaws. Anyways, enough about me, I want to get to know all of you."

"Before we do that, I have to tell you guys something." Neymar announced, standing up and smiling down at me. I gave him a puzzled look. "Cat's pregnant."

I looked over to his parents, they looked at him with wide eyes. I looked over to Rafaella, she looked surprised as well.

After a few seconds they cheered and jumped up giving Neymar kisses and hugs. They looked over at me and started giving me kisses and hugs. Probably something my parents would do. I smiled laughing a little and gave them hugs back.

"What are you going to name him or her?" Nadine asked, putting her hand over my stomach and looking at the both of us.

"For a boy I was thinking Zanthus which means golden-haired or blonde. I thought of that and figured it would be perfect because Neymar's hair is pretty close to those colours since he likes dying it so much. And for a girl I was thinking Catalinah."

I looked over to Neymar, he was surprised with the names. I bet he's never heard of them before.

"I guess they are better than the names I picked out."

"What did you pick out?"

"For a boy Santos, for a girl Catreena."

I smiled at him, those are cute names. I know where he got 'Santos' from though.

"Well I guess we have some decision to make then."

I gave him a wink and bit my bottom lip smiling.

"I guess so."

Neymar smiled back, I love him and he loves me. Today may seem like a nightmare with the whole losing to Germany stuff, but it also feels like a fairytale.