The Footballer's Girlfriend (Neymar Jr)

Twenty Four

Sick.

I feel so terribly sick.

I'm sitting on the floor of Neymar and I's bathroom, my hair is pulled back into a very messy bun which has layered hair falling out at the back. I'm wearing an old t-shirt that I wore when Neymar and I painted one of the rooms a few months ago with a pair of Neymar's old training shorts from Santos.

Neymar isn't here right now.

I woke him up with being sick and he got clothes out for me because I was sick all over my pjs in the toilet. 

He's been so good with me this morning. 

He was holding my hair back and rubbing my back as I puked my guts out. 

"Scout, babe, are you here." I hear Kaya shouts coming through the front door.

"I'm in our toilet." I shout down and tehn feel sick again and have to put my face over the toilet and puke again.

"Oh babe, are do you want me to get you a drink of water." She asks as I flush the toilet and turn to face her.

"No, I'll probably just bring it back up." i whisper because my throat is so sore from bringing up so much sick.

Kaya comes as sits down across from me, I'm leaning against the wall and shes leaning against the large sink side, our toes touching.

She tries to comfort me and tries to take my mind off of the sick, but nothing works.

"Did you eat something bad, like chicken or something raw?" She asks and I shake my head.

"I've been having a really bad week, I've just been eating carbs and really bad foods. I've just been craving them." I admitt and she just smiles weakly at me.

"I know this is a sensitive subject right now but when was the last time you and Neymar did you know what?" She says lightly and I touch my forehead as I'm sweating so bad right now.

"A couple of weeks ago, the day before we went out for lunch." I tell her and she looks at me with a face which I cannot read.

"And didn't you tell me how you didn't use a condom." I then sigh.

"Shit."

"You haven't taken a pregnacy test have you?" She asks and I shake my head.

"No, I haven't." I tell her and she gets up off the floor.

"Well I'll go down to the shop and buy like three different test just so we can be sure." She picks up her bag as well and pats me on the head. "I would have given you a hug but you stink." I laugh slightly and lean my head back against the cold toilet wall.

As I wait for Kaya to come back a million thoughts run through my mind.

What if I am pregnant.

What will happen to my career.

What will happen to Neymar's career. 

He already has Davi and he loves his so much and I know that he will be with our child if I am pregnant.

But...

 I just don't know if I'm ready.

Kaya comes back five minutes later with a small plastic bag with three boxes inside it.

"Okay, I got the one hat if you're pregnant it's one ine and if you're not it's two lines." She hands me the bag wih a small smile. "I'll leave you in private."

I do what the instructions say to do o the three pregnancy sticks.

I set them down onto the sink counter and leave the bathroom and sit next to Kaya on my bed.