[ seven ]
April sat on the examination table of the clinic, biting her lip nervously. She'd been feeling sick for the last few days. But she didn't want to worry Neymar and decided to go see a doctor while he was at his physical therapy session.
The doctor walked into the room with a manila folder in hand, which held her test results. He was a middle aged man with graying hair and black rimmed glasses over his brown eyes. There was a warm smile on his face and he looked like a friendly person.
"Hello Miss Estiano." He told her in Portugese. "I'm Dr. Costa, I saw that the reason for yout visit was because you've been having a few health problems."
She nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Well lets take a look at those results." He smiled slightly, almost sure he knew what was the reason she was sick. He opened up the folder to take a look at the test results. He nodded to himself as he read it. Looking up from the information on the folder, he smiled at her, "Congratulations Miss Estiano, you're going to have a baby."
April gasped. "A baby?"
The doctor nodded. He gave her some instructions about making appointments with a doctor who specialized in maternity to guide her through it all. After congratulating her once more, he told her she could go back home. April was happy as well as worried. She thought of children as miracles of God, but she wasn't sure if she could take care of a baby when she was only twenty years old. Especially when things weren't very stable with Neymar.
She was on her way out of the clinic and held her cellphone to her ear. She was calling Neymar, excited to tell him the news. She hoped he would take it well. She saw the loving way he acted towards Davi Lucca and she knew love would never be a problem.
Money was something on her mind. She was in college and he was bedridden. He had money saved in a bank account, but once it ran out she would have to help sustain the home if he couldn't get back to playing football anymore. But April thought they could get through anything as long as they did it together.
From the other line, April heard someone pick up the phone. "Ney," She gushed, "I just founf out something wonderful."
The voice she heard next was not Neymar's. It was the annoying voice of his personal trainer Maira. "Sorry." She said into the phone. She sounded all but sorry. "Neymar is very busy right now. Please call him again later."
"Why'd you even pick up the phone then-" April began to argue, but Maira hung up on her. April growled, exclaiming. "Ugh. I hate her!"
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April was at home waiting for Neymar. She channeled her anger at Maira and distracted herself by doing chores around the house, primarily cooking something for dinner and baking endless types of dessert. She did it back home in the United States too. Whenever she was upset or stressed, she would bake and give the goods away at school. It made her feel better.
He was home a couple of hours later and called her name. "April, I'm home." Normally she waited for him in the livingroom and then they had dinner together. Then she would do her homework for the University.
She walked out from the kitchen with oven mits on her hands and a stained apron around her waist. It was then that he realized the house smelled like chocolate cake. On her face was an annoyed look she was trying to hide.
"What's wrong?" He asked her.
"Why did your personal trainer answer your phone, Neymar?" She asked him with her hands on her hips. "I hate to have to interrogate you like this. But there is no reason for her to even be near your phone. Who does she think she is?"
Neymar smiled at her. "I asked her to turn it off and she thought maybe it was an urgent call so she answered. I'm sorry if it bothered you. I'll never let her near my cellphone again." He assured her.
"Did you hear the way she talked to me?" April complained. "She hates me."
"I doubt she hates you, meu amor." Neymar told her.
"So now I'm a liar?" April challenged. "Is that what you're trying to tell me?" She didn't know why she was suddenly so moody, but she assumed it had to do with her pregnancy.
"No." He shook his head. Then he asked her. "Why are you trying to argue with me?"
Her face softened immediately. "I'm sorry." She apologized with a sigh. "Its not your fault I'm upset. I'm just moody. I went to the doctor today and got some tests done."
"Are you sick?" He asked, concernced.
She shook her head. "I'm fine. This is good news." A small smile played on her lips. "He said I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby, meu amor!" Instead of the reaction she was expcting, she saw his face drop into a look of worry. He remained quiet for a moment. Now April's face fell into a frown. "Aren't you happy, Neymar...? A child is a gift from God. And we love each other, he is a product of our love."
"It is wonderful." He agreed. "But...I just don't think I'm prepared to take care of another child. How would we care for it? You don't have a job and I can't play football anymore..."
"Well, its kinda late to think about that." She told him. "You can't just decide that now. Its happening whether you want it or not." Tears pooled up in her eyes and her voice shook as she added, "I thought this would motivate you to get better. But if a baby isn't what you want right now, I'm not going to force you."
"You don't understand, April." He tried to explain to her.
But she interrupted him. "Neymar, I've been so patient with you and you know it. So don't tell me I don't understand. I've been pushed to my limit, okay? I cannot help you unless you help yourself." She walked across the room to the stairs that led to the second floor. "I'm gonna pack my things and leave your house. Call me when you decide what you really want to do with your life."
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April arrived at her hotel room after a long day of classes at the university. It had been three days since she left Neymar's house and she wondered when or if he was going to call her. She walked down the dimly lit hallway with her room key in hand when she saw his lean figure in front of her door.
He was facing her and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when she approached him. "Meu, amor, I decided I want you...and our baby. I know I've been fucking up a lot lately and asking for forgiveness only to fuck up again. But this is the final time, I swear it." He reached out to grab one of her hands and brought it to his lips. "I'll try to be the best dad I can be and I promise I'll be walking again by the time our baby is born. You make me feel like I can take on the world and I know that with your love I'll be my old self again."
She nodded, tears brimming in her brown eyes. "This is our final chance, Neymar." She told him. "I don't want us to destroy each other. But I think our love deserves one last try."
"Thank you, meu amor." He smiled at her, happy to have her back in his life. "Eu te amo."
"Eu te amo, meu amor." She said back.
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so a lot happened in this chapter.
but they decided to give each other a final chance.
will things work out for them?
from now there are about four more chapters for this story, plus the epilogue. so stay tuned for those.
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-clary xx
