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

chapter twenty-one

My car abruptly came to a screeching stop, as I notice the green golden Dair Café entrance. I parallel park as best as I can, resting my hands on the legs of my black pants.

Before rushing myself here, I grabbed whatever I pleased. I probably should've dressed nicer since this was my first meeting with my son, but honestly, I just wanted to see him.

I wanted to squeeze and comfort him; for all the bad I've done for not being there. But, God, how the hell was I supposed to know?

The hood of a sliver Porsche catches my eye as it rolls by my car. The sun gives off an amazing reflection of the silver car. The luxurious car also comes to a stop, parallel parking right in front of the spot of me.
The car had stickers on it such as;
Toddler on board!
Baby S loves Mommy P ..

Leading me to believe that the car could no other belong to but Pilar.

And my instincts were proven correct as a black haired woman opens the driver seat of the Porsche. She has her black RayBan sunglasses, her black hair falling beyond her shoulders, her slim figure covered with baby blue jeans, an orange shirt that read, "Dolce & Gabbana Does It Better", and then a pair of low black Converse to top it off. Her hand reaches for the Porsches' left side door handle, grasping it with a strong force.
As she opens it, she looks all around, her eyes darting from car to car. My head remained low, waiting for her to enter the café. She suddenly reaches into the car, silently pulling out the one and only, Sergio Jr., who was so beautiful.
His eyes were a light shade of hazel, his cheeks chubby, along with his arms and legs, and his dirty blonde hair fell to his ears. She attempted to carry the boy, but he resisted with an attitude, whining about wanting to walk on his own. The blonde had a pair of blue jean overalls and a pair of low black Converse like his mother. Not much of a surprise there. My son resembled everything of me, and only the attitude was given from his mother.
They slowly walk away from their car as Pilar tried to ignore the attitude our son gave her.
I gently pull my (also) RayBan black sunglasses low, to see the boy and his mother clearer as they walked up the beige steps to the Dair Café.
"Mommy, no, I want walk. Not you." The boy hastily says, sassing his mother as her face drew a look of annoyance.
"Then walk." She says, reaching into her pocket to grab her phone. Her left hand grasping the boys, as she tapped away on her iPhone with her right. She quickly stops at the third step, as she puts her phone up to her ear, tapping her fingers on the boys hand.

My phone starts to burst with the song, "Barbie Girl", most likely put from Marina. And I only notice this now, which is sad. I answer as soon as I see the phone light up, only to see Pilar was calling.
"Hello." I sigh, watching her on the steps, confused.
"Are... you here.?" She says, her eyes darting everywhere. Out of the blue, she realizes something; Causing her to bop her head up, looking around crazily.
Pilar's head yanks behind her, staring at my car. Her eyes squint towards my car, the boy tugging at her shirt.
She pulls the boys' arm down the steps, slowly making her way to my car. Her hand is put to the window, the ice cold eyes of hers looking into it.
"Open the door, Ramos." She yells, I hear it from both the car window and the phone. I make my fingers tap the Unlock button, and she bursts the car door open with anger.
"So are we meeting or not?" She says, and my mind goes blank as I see Sergio standing next to her, confused.
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Marina's POV
"So Marina.." Marc starts, raising his mug of steaming coffee to his soft lips.

"Yeah?" I say, slowly raising my head towards his green eyes. He has a soft little smile on lips, one hand holding his mug; The other hand running through his dark brown fluffy hair.

"How are you and Sergio?" His smile softly fades away, an eyebrow raising as he waits for my response.

I cock my head to the side, not believing what I heard. I had no idea he was there the day Sergio had basically punched Neymar's face in.
He blankly looks at me, wondering into space.
"Trust me, if you don't want to tell me, I wouldn't blame you. The way he- uh. Hit, I guess, Neymar, wasn't a great sight. So it's cool if you don't want to."

His smile rebirths on his face, his cheekbones revealed and his hands wrapped around his Blue coffee mug.
I rest my gaze onto the window, watching cars and cars speed by the local café.
"Marc, it's fine. Because," I scoff, "I honestly, don't know myself." I close my eyes, reopening them to the sight of Marc with his head resting on the palm of his hand. He slowly nods in agreement, sighing.
"His loss." He smirks, causing me to blush insanely and cause him to grow a cheesy grin from ear to ear.
The bell of the front entrance rings, and a couple with a boy walk in, arguing.
"Hey, at least your relationship isn't like," He points to the couple, causing me to turn around, "That." He chuckles, but then his smile slowly fades away.
My eyes focus on the 'couple', and slowly, I regretted that.
The blonde beard, blonde slicked back locks, brown eyes, soft lips, sharp jaw line, muscular arms.
It was all a match.
And the black haired woman with ice cold piercing eyes, tall slim figure.
It just all clicked.
Day 3 and Sergio had already moved on, or back to Pilar.
What's worse, there was a boy with them.
An exact replica of Sergio.
And I had no intentions of remaining calm.

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