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' this is real?! '

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I sit on the couch next to my long-term boyfriend, I trace the tattooed lion on the back of his hand. Almost like a common routine for me.

"You like my tattoo huh?" he laughs, "I love it, they're works of art," I mumble as I continue to trace the lion. "So sexy," I tell him. "You think tattoos are sexy?" he asks, "Mhm, but I can't get any," I sigh, "I know, modeling," he says.

I laugh at him, we've had that conversation many of times, if I wasn't a model, I would get a tattoo in a heartbeat, but I can't. 'Your body is a canvas, it must remain blank' my agent always reminds me.

Neymar scrolled aimlessly on his phone, I wasn't sure what he was doing but I was minding my own business as I trailed up his sleeve to continue tracing his tattoos.

"This one is my favorite," I smile as I start to trace the 2 prayer hands, "Since when?" he asks as he laughs a bit, "Since right now," I admit, "You change your answer everyday huh?" he teases, "I can't just choose one," I say as I scooch up so I am at eye level with him now.

My fingers then delicately trace over the feather tattooed on his neck, "Amor that tickles," he says as he tilts his neck. "I'm sorry," I laugh at him as I kiss his neck.

The day goes on and Neymar was acting really weird, "Alright, I'll be back," he announces, "Where are you going?" I ask like always, "I just have to go and do something," he awkwardly answers, "Want me to come with?" I ask, "No no, it's fine," he rushes.

I nod and furrow my eyebrows, "Alright, I'll see you later then?" I question, "Yep," he says as he makes his way out the door.

I sit back on the couch and I think for a second, what could this man be doing? I start to overthink.

"Calm down, Y/N, you're being overdramatic, nothing is going on," I exhale.

I pick up my phone and dial Rafa. She picks up immediately, "Oi amor," she sounds happy, "Hi baby, what're you up to? Want to go grab lunch?" I ask her, "Uh, I can't right now, I'm sorry," she stutters a bit. "Oh alright," I sigh, "See you soon though?" she asks, "Yeah," I sound sad.

That was even more suspicious, whenever I ask Rafaella to hang out, she says yes. I huff to myself, maybe Carol will go out with me.

I ring her and she picks up immediately, "Y/N!" I hear Davi scream, "Davinho, how are you amor?" I ask him, "Good! How are you!?" he says, "Good, what're you up to? Where is your mamãe?" I question, "Mamãe is right here, we're not doing anything," he answers, "Hey babe, what's up?" I hear Carol, "Nothing, I'm bored. Neymar left and Rafa is busy and I wanted to know if you, Vini, and the kids wanted to come over for a little pool party," I ask, "Do you want to go to pai and Y/N's and swim?" I hear her ask, "Yes!" I hear both of the boys squeal.

"Alright, we will see you in a little bit," Carol laughs, "See you, love you," I say before she hangs up, "Love you," she says as she hangs up.

I go upstairs and put on a more modest bikini, I grab some pool toys and floats from the closet and begin to fill the floats up. The weather has been incredibly nice in Paris so I was excited just to lounge in the sun.

"We're here!" Davi screams throughout the house, "Come on in loves," I yell back.

They rush through the house and join me outside, "Do you need help?" Carol asks as she sets the bag down, "No, I think I got it all," I pant as I fill up the last float.

"So where is Ney?" she asks as she sits down on a lounge chair, "If I'm going to be quite honest, I'm not sure," I tell her as I pull my hair up into a ponytail. "Weird, he didn't even mention anything to me," she shakes her head.

I shrug, "You know what, I hope whatever he's doing is worth it," I say.

"Madrasta, come into the pool!" Davi yells at me, I look at Carol, "Come on mamãe," I drag her along with me.

We both get into the pool, and Davi asks, "Can we play chicken?" I look at Carol, "I can put him on my shoulders," she laughs, "I can put Val on mine," I compromise.

I put the toddler on my shoulders and Carol lifts the pre-teen, "Alright, ready, set, go," we start, Davi, starts competitively pushing us. "Come on Valentin, get him!" I encourage Val, that's when the toddler "full force" pushes Davi, causing him to fall backward like a good sport.

Time passes and the kids were dried off, we were laying in the house after we had all showered.

"Where is papai?" Davi yawns, "I have no idea," I shrug. Seriously where could this man have gone? I think to myself yet again.

"Mamãe, I'm tired," Valentin whines, "I know baby," she brushes his curls off his forehead. "I'll let you guys go," I tell Carol, "We will see you tomorrow?" she asks, "Of course amor, thank you guys for coming over and spending time with me," I say as I hug each of them. "Bye babe, I'll try to call him," she tells me to relieve some of my stress.

I nod, "Have a goodnight, sleep well kiddos," I say to the kids.

They all walk out and suddenly Neymar walks into the house. "Oh wow, look who it is," I roll my eyes, "Sorry amor, I had to run some errands," he says. "Right," I mumble as I walk away.

"Where are you going?" Neymar asks, "Up to bed, I'm tired," I sluggishly say as I trail up the stairs.

Neymar follows me upstairs. "What's wrong baby?" he asks as he shuts the bedroom door, "Nothing, I'm just tired," I lie to him.

"Alright, let's go to bed then," he says as he takes his shirt off. I stare at him for a second, something looked different.

Right across his chest, my name.

"Oh, meu Deus," I mumble as I walk toward him, my finger grazing over the saran-wrapped tattoo, "Y/N," I mumble.

"Do you like it?" he smiles, "I..." I pause and continue to stare in shock, "I love it," I smile at him. "This is real?!" I ask him in amazement, "Very," he nods.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him close to me, "I love you, I love it," I smile. "I'm sorry I blew you off all day, I was trying to find a tattoo artist last minute," he explains. "It's okay, everything's fine now," I smile.

He leans down and kisses me, "I'm glad you love it," he smiles, "Why wouldn't I?" I ask, he shrugs a bit, "You swear it's real?" I ask him again, "Yes amor, I promise," he laughs at my shocked state.


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