Different Now (Sergio Ramos) **SLOW UPDATES**

chapter twenty

I just wanted a hot cup of cocoa, a hug, and someone to talk to. Although, due to the fact I barely know anyone in Madrid besides the boys & some of the Barcas, I didn't really have anyone to trust. Which really sucked. I just needed one girl to talk to.

I would bother Sara but she has Martin to watch. Sergio's sister, Miriam hates me for 'not accepting Sergi'. I haven't spoken to the girl, so it's alright for now I guess.
Maybe one of the Barca boys would bother to listen to my stupid self.
I scroll through my contacts, hoping to find a Barca number.
And just my luck; I do.
NEY 😝 (Neymar) was the first contact my eyes spot, but in all honesty, he's the last Barca I want to talk to at the moment. He caused some of this, and I don't know how to encounter him.
Marcy Bartra 😘😎 (Marc) was the second Barca. Him and I barely spoke, but why not? He seemed pretty decent and not a flirt like Neymar.

I tap on the green button, Call, hoping he would answer.

3 rings passed before Marc picked up with a cheerful, "It's about time I got a call from you!" My cheeks went a rosy pink and I started chuckling.

"Were you expecting me?" I raise an eyebrow even if he can't see me, and he lets out a little groan.

"Unfortunately, yes, dear. Well, are you free? We should meet up! I'm not doing anything right now.." Marc went on and on about how he was available for the afternoon and he wanted to see me. I chuckled even more, causing him to abruptly stop rambling.

"What." He blankly says, and I laughed hysterically now.

"Yeah, I'll be at Dair Café soon. See you there, baby Bartra!" He lets out a confused laugh, then I hang up the phone. I called him that because he is the youngest twin. His brother, Eric, was born first. I did my research, so it's all good.

I told him I would be there soon, but that would be about 15 minutes..
So I had to get speedy with my makeup and clothes.
Iker's basement guest room was very roomy and had all my essentials.
My purple Chi straightener unwraps from it's cord and I begin heating my hair. I apply a tad bit of mascara, then go onto the outfit. Blue jean, (skinny at the ankle), normal black flats, and a white tank top with a black laced cardigan that fell to my hips. I did hope he had invited me over to his place instead of somewhere public, but its whatever now. I still get hot cocoa and a hug.

My phone startles me as I was applying mascara, causing me to run it all over my top eyelid. This better be good. Or else, I will murder whoever is texting me.

Marcy Bartra😘😎: Im here, are u?
- 1:24pm
Marcy Bartra😘😎: diddly man where are u? im cold
-1:26pm
Me: sorry ): be there in 5 ok?

I can't kill Marc. He'd murder me in two seconds.
Grabbing my keys, scribbling a note on a yellow notebook for Iker.
I WENT OUT. TEXT OR CALL ME @ 7705122278 -Marina

Doubt Iker even knows how to use a phone, since he's a father and all. Ah. Marina made a funny.

My hand reaches for the entrance of the Dair Cafè. My heart recognizes the golden handle, as this was the same cafè Sergio and I first met when we started talking again. Hands begin to sweat, causing me to tense up. I see Marc looking around, causing him to finally get up.
I stood at the door, staring at the handle. It brought back so many memories.

"We've just gotten more closer lately and I didn't wanna leave you behind. Heh." He was grinning pretty hard now. He twirls his finger in his coffee, and gives me an intimating look.

"But we might get sick of each other. And for all I know, you could go back to being the true you..Correct?" I sigh.

"Marina. I have changed. I don't drink like you think I do. I became healthy. Why can't you accept that I got better FOR you? You were the one who led me there." Sergio just looked away.

"Yes."
-

I was suddenly snapped out of my memory as Marc swings the door open, causing his green eyes to meet mine.
"Baby Bartra at your service." He smirks, then reaches his hand out for me.
"Hi, Marc." I reach towards his hand, and he leads me inside the coffee shop. I eyed him up and down, revealing that he had on a grey Barca Football Club pullover, dark washed jeans (rolled up at the bottom) and his black converse. He sure dolled up.

He did the same to me, blushing once he noticed I was looking at him.
"So," He says, pulling out a chair for me. I nod in thanks, and he seductively smirks. Which, no lie, was adorable on him.

No.

"So..what's new with you, baby Bartra?" I grab a sugar packet, and begin messing with the top. I didn't even have coffee.

He settles in his chair, not taking his sight off me. His green eyes were locked, focusing only on me. Not even his cold coffee, which was irritating me. But hey, maybe he liked cold coffee.

"Pretty great, but just got even better." He says, smiling at me the whole time. I warmly smile back, trying not to make my awkwardness so noticable.

Was this meet up a bad idea? Lord, I hope not.

Sergio's POV

"Please, tell me you're kidding."
I paced back and forth in my hardwood kitchen, my left hand holding my phone, my right hand on the back of my neck. I was in such shock, disbelief, and awe.

"Why would I, Sergio? You were a drunk 2 years ago. You happened to forget a condom, and then once you were done with me, you never called. So that's why I bring it up now.." She inhales deeply, shakily.

"Can I talk to them?" My voice cracks, and my eyes begin to water. I missed my first child's birth, and wasn't aware of his existence until 2 years later. I was never a father and she never told me until today. My problems were just piling one after the other. An issue mountain.

"Fine... Uh.. Ugh.. This is weird.... Sergio!" She yelled, and my heart broke.

She named him after me.

It was a boy.

"Hello?" A high, boy's voice sweetly said into the phone. My mind had so much to ask. So much to say. But nothing came out.

"Yes. Hi, Sergio." Was all I could make out, trying not to make my voice sound as hoarse as possible.

"Hi! Who you? Mommy say you special!" He innocently asks me, and I wanted to just meet him right now. I couldn't bare to have my first talk with my son over the phone.

"Well, can you give the phone to Mommy?" I ask, then shuffling was heard all over the reciever.

"Wow, can't even talk to your own kid. Pathetic, Sergio." She scoffs, sniffling, then giggling from the boy is heard in the background.

"Meet me at the Dair Café in 10. I need to see my son, for the first time, not over the phone. You better be there." I harshly hang up the phone, and rush to get ready for my first encounter with my son.

I really hope I get to tell Marina before the media does.

xx, tvrres