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"HE'S FINE Y/N," NEYMAR SIGHS as I check my phone once more. "I'm just nervous," I put my phone face down on the table. "Give me this," he reaches across the table.
"Y/N, he is with Antonela, he's okay," Neymar stuffs my phone in his coat pocket. "Be present tonight," he tells me.
I shifted my jaw back and forth, I wanted to lunge across the table and grab my phone. I wanted to watch the baby monitor all night. I was a paranoid mom, what could I say?
"You look beautiful tonight," Neymar smiles as he grabs my hand, "Thank you," I blush.
After months, it was still there. Granted, I never thought it would go away.
"I'm sorry," he sighs. "I'm sorry that I was immature and couldn't give you the commitment you needed. I thought having a baby was going to be enough for you, so in reality, I guess I baby-trapped you," he admits.
