Diez [Lionel Messi/Cristiano Ronaldo FanFic]

Chapter 9

"Hola, Marisol," Ramon says as he passes by Thiago and I. It's the last game of for Barcelona and all the players are pretty much done since the club is out of contention for any major awards.

"Hola, Ramon, can I go see Leo?"

He gives me a look before saying go ahead to the locker room. Thiago is on my hip, babbling nonsense and I take him into the room.

Leo's face lights up as he spots the two of us enter. "Hola! Guys, I'd like to introduce you to Thiago," he says as he makes his way over to us and takes Thiago out my arms, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

The players came over to see Leo's kid for the first time, with some like Gerard, Xavi, and Andres hanging back since they knew of Thiago.

I smile at the group of boys and walk over to Thiago, who's in his "Papi #10" jersey, and ask him, "Thiago, who's gonna win?"

"Barça!" he squeals.

All the boys, especially Leo, start to cheer and laugh at the baby boy, with Leo showering him with kisses before asking when he learned to say that.

"We've been practicing," I wink at him before taking Thiago back in my arms, "Now, we should stop distracting you guys. Usted tiene un juego de ganar!"

As I walk out with Thiago in my arms, I hear the boys chanting "Barça!" behind me, with Thiago joining in with them.

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By halftime, Barça was tied 1-1 with Atletico. Leo looks pissed that the defense broke down like that to let in a silly goal.

To try and encourage him, I send him a selfie of Thiago and I, with him holding up one finger and me making a zero with mine to make a "10". I take Thiago to the bathroom to change his diaper and when I get back I check my phone to see a reply from him that just said "Gracias mis amores."

I smile and check a few other social networks before landing on Instagram. Leo posted the photo of Thiago and I, with the caption, "Los mejores seguidores, te amo."

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Barcelona ended up winning, with a header from Pique saving the day. It was bittersweet, since even though we won, we still didn't have a title. Once I re-met up with Leo, he announced there was an after party for the team to celebrate the end of the season as well as the upcoming World Cup.

"Come on, Valentina will watch him. We'll have fun and act like stupid 20-something-year-olds rather than boring old parents," he teases me and begins to walk us back to the car and drive us to his house.

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I dress in a red bondage dress with glossy black heels and shadow make up, with fluffed up curly hair. "Hermosa," Leo whispers as I walk down the stairs to meet him. He's wearing black dress slacks with a black vest with a white button up shirt and his sleeves rolled up.

"Vamos, let me show you a fun side of Barcelona."

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"Ok, so we'll be here if you need anything. Now, go have fun. But, not too much fun!" Xavi yells at Leo and I over the blaring music, with a pointed look to Leo. The entire first team is along with a few of-age reserves.

Speaking of the atmosphere... It's split. Half of the club is celebrating Barcelona's win, while the other half is trying to forget Real Madrid embarrassing Espanyol the same day.

"Merda," I heard Neymar curse along with a "Joder," from Marc.

"What the hell is Real doing here?" Gerard barks.