Emma Lingard, the younger sister of Jesse Lingard, has a daughter. Brooklyn Ximena Ramos-Lingard. No, Sergio doesn't know about her, but. he will know now.
IDK, I'm bad at this and read if you want.
#64 in Sergio Ramos
"Do you want me to get Brook?" he asks, I nod my head and he grabs a sleeping Brooklyn out of the car. I unlock the door and Jesse goes to put her in her room he gets her down for a nap then comes back downstairs.
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{2 hours later}
We're watching Avengers: Infinity War when Jesse pauses it, "What did you need to tell me?" he asks, I take a deep breath, "You've wanted to know who Brook's father is, correct?" I ask Jesse, he nods his head.
"You told me you didn't know who the father was," he says, "Juan pulled me aside—he's the only person that knows who the father i—" Jesse shakes his head and looks away. "I was protecting our future's...also I was scared that you would get mad at me," I tell him, "Who is the father...of my precious, beautiful, and crazy niece?" Jesse asks I chuckle but a few tears run down my cheeks, Jesse moves next to me and puts my hands in his, and hugs me.
"Real Madrid...defender...centre bac—" "Sergio Ramos García." I nod my head, "Brooklyn Ximena Ramos-Lingard... when she was born, they asked for her name...I told them Brooklyn Ximena Lingard—but that night I asked to see the certificate. I put down her Papí's last name too, that way if Sergio finds out I have proof that she's his. I also have a copy of her certificate, it's in my room. " I tell my older brother as I break down.
"Shhhhh, that's why I recognize her eyes... she has the Ramos' brown eyes, along with the cheeks and ears," he tells me, I nod my head and hug him.
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"You know, we have to tell him...do you remember if we play them this seaso—" "Jesse!! I just told you, give me some time." I tell Jesse, he rolls his eyes, "Ok, fine—is that why you talk Spanish with her, so she can have her Spanish roots?" he asks, I nod my head.
"Yes, I want her to have some part of her Papí with her... it's also why I was closest with Juan when I was pregnant, he was teaching me Spanish—she also knows his voice." I blurt out the last part, "How the hell does she know Sergio's voice?" I look down and move away from Jesse, he continues to glare at me, I roll my eyes and take him up to Brook's room. I kneel down in front of her bed and I pull my phone out to play one of Sergio's recent interviews;
He starts to talk, so I set my phone on her nightstand, and she hears it. She sits up and looks around for me, "Who is that Brook?" I ask my daughter, "Papí?" she mutters. I sit down on her floor and she climbs into my lap, "Where Papí?" she asks me, I taker her bun out and brush her hair, she leans back on my chest; "He's as work right now. You won't see him for a while," I tell her as I kiss her forehead, "When Papí come home?" she mutters, "Soon, baby girl...you'll see him soon," I tell her. I lay her back down and she falls back asleep really quick.
I make my way out of her room and into my room a few doors down, I open Juan's contact and call him;
Ju: what do you need?
E: I want Sergio's number
Ju: you're going to tell him
E: I just told Jesse around 30 mins. ago,
Ju: and
E: I told him that Brook knew his voice,
Ju: okay,
Ju: here ***-***-****
E: thank you
Ju: tell me if you need any help—
Ju: also, Sergio can get hot-headed. So he might try to deny that she's his
E: ok,
I end the call and dial the number, but freeze for a few seconds, "You're telling him?" I hear Jesse ask from behind me. I nod my head as I walk over to my bed, Jess moves next to me and takes my phone, puts it on speaker, and presses the call button; "I'll stay with yo—"
