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"Can you grab my small luggage Ney?" I was talking to Neymar. I was moving out of this small apartment I had with him for a good while. We have been an off and on couple and it is very stressful for our daughter that we have together.
Our daughter didn't deserve all the arguments that go in this small apartment and I am moving back to where I am from.
"You don't need to go back to Madrid." Neymar came through the door holding my last bag. I was placing my last bags in the trunk of my Audi.
I slammed it shut, "I am leaving. Yes we have a daughter together but she deserves better than this apartment and if you don't want to help me raise her then I understand."
"(y/n). I never said that, why are you putting words in my mouth?" Neymar folded his arms.
I was holding our daughter, her name was Rosa Ann Santos. She looked nothing like her father, and I want the best for her. I grabbed my keys and placed Rosa in the car seat in the back.
"I'm sorry Neymar but this is the best move for us. I don't want to see you in the future either." I got in the driver's seat and locked the doors.
I started up my car and turned to see Rosa confused, she didn't know what was happening, why her father was not in the car.
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6 months later
It has been 6 months without Neymar and we have been living in a bigger apartment with my mom and her husband, which is my step dad.
I have 2 jobs in the office which take time away from Rosa. Rosa hates not seeing her father but everytime I see Neymar it is always an argument about who is the better parent.
I can't accept when he spoils her all the time and he's a famous footballer I can't do anything against that.
I finished up my last paperwork and stapled it and folded the paper into the folder. My house was only a block away from my job. I grabbed my small bag and began walking down the street.
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I saw Neymar's red Ferrari in our driveway. I stomped up the stairs to see Neymar holding Rosa. Rosa was asleep in Neymar's arms. Neymar looked up to stare directly into my eyes, "Are you going to yell at me?"
I sat on the step below him and put my hand on his thigh, "Why did you come back?"
"I can't check in on my family?" His voice was confused.
"I didn't say that but we haven't spoken in 6 months and you want to come back now? Why did you come back?"
"Because I missed my favorite supporters. Is that a problem? Your family didn't mind me stopping by to check in on you and Rosa. I missed all the silly family memories we have together. Going to amusement parks together, making cakes and cookies together, don't you miss that?"
He put his one hand on my thigh, "You don't miss that?"
"I didn't say that but it has been so different without you. Why do we always argue about who is the better parent? We both love Rosa so, and we keep just hurting her in the end."
Neymar held my hand, "I guess we can work out our differences for our little angel right here."
