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NEYMAR AND I RELOCATED TO BRAZIL FOR THE REMAINDER OF HIS INJURY, well at least up until his surgery. It was important for him to be surrounded by his family and loved ones.
"Amor, do you need anything?" I stand behind Neymar, "No, I'm alright right now," his breathing was steady as Rome played in his lap.
Neymar was suffering from a torn ACL and meniscus. It would be a while until he could play again, but all I wanted for him to do was be healthy. "Are you sure?" I run my fingers through his curls. "Maybe some water if that's alright," his tone was solemn.
Neymar hated feeling like a burden to me, especially when injured. He wanted to be the man, get everything done. I knew how much this dampered his character.
I grab his favorite snacks and some water before walking over to him, I remove Rome from his lap before handing him his things. "Here baby," I kiss his cheek. "Thank you, this means a lot," he leans his head on my shoulder.
"So, Barca huh?" I question him. "It'll happen, I'll sign the transfer but it'll be awhile until I play. But that would mean I train there to get better. So, I'll be home with you," he smiles. "Injured or not, I love your company," I poke his lips.
