*2 MONTHS LATER*
Marc's POV-
"Bro, they better be hot, or at least cute." I told Jordi.
"Look, my friend said that they were hot. I still don't know how they look either so chill." He replied.
Jordi had finally convinced me to go with him on these blind dates that his friend Antonio had set up. At first I was completely against it because I just didn't feel like going anywhere. I've been busy preparing for the baby, trying to finish up the nursery, and buying all the necessities. I turned down Jordi's offer plenty of times but he would not budge. So after a while of enduring his begging, I decided to go along with it so he could shut up.
Right now, we're walking into the club where we're supposed to be meeting these supposedly hot girls. I walked in behind Jordi and immediately the disgusting stench crept into my nose. The club, probably the most prestige club in all of Barcelona reeked of b.o and desperation. I followed Jordi through the crowd of men on woman, or woman on woman dancing until we reached the 'V.I.P' section. The guard immediately lifted the velvet rope and signaled us to go right ahead. We proceed into the section and right away, Jordi saw his friend with the two girls, so we walked towards them.
"Marc, this is Antonio. Antonio, this is Marc." Jordi introduced us.
We exchanged a handshake and then he began introducing us to our girls. Jordi's girl was named Jocelynn, she was slightly taller than him with her trashy 6 inch stilettos but of course he didn't mind. My date was named Sarah.
"Hey.." I yelled over the loud music.
"Hey papi.." She whispered in my ear.
I could immediately tell that she was already drunk off her ass. Her breath smelled of alcohol and I know that no sober girl in their right mind would ever call a man she just met 'papi'. I awkwardly smiled at her and she walked me to the secluded corner of the V.I.P section.
"So do you know Jordi?" I awkwardly questioned.
"Oh of course I do. I also know you, and Neymar, and the rest of the squad." She winked.
"So you're a fan.." I smiled.
"Only of the cute ones like you and Neymar.." She said, seductively feeling around my chest.
"Oh well Neymar is dating my sis-"
I was cut off by her lips crashing onto mine. She sloppily kissed me, quickly making her horrible tequila breath appear even stronger and closer. She began leaving tequila-traced kisses around my jawline and down to my neck. We made out for a good 5 minutes until I couldn't take it any longer.
"Let's go dance.." I told her.
We got on the dance floor and she started to grind on me. Usually, moments like this would get me hyped because it would mean that I would end up taking the girl home. But this time I was completely disgusted, turned off and I had no interest in taking her anywhere.
After about an hour of enduring this torture, I had enough and I think she could tell.
"How about we get out of here and head to your place?" Sarah slurred, waving her drink around, nearly spilling it on me.
"How about you put this down, grab your friend and go home." I suggested, grabbing the drink from her.
"You're being no fun!" She whined.
"I don't know if you've watched the news lately, but I'm going to be a dad. I don't need to be 'having fun' at 1 am with a woman who no offense, has zero respect for herself." I jeered.
Before she even answered, I walked to Jordi who was nearly swallowing his girl.
"I know this sounds rude but she disgusts me. Look you stay and have fun man; I'll catch a cab home." I apologized. I knew he kind of counted on me to be his wing man but hell no. Not today.
"Nah man it's all good. You get home." He also slurred, already a bit tipsy.
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When I got home, I took everything off and stayed in my boxers. Gianna was once again, staying at Neymar's so I was free to walk nearly naked around the house. I went back downstairs and rummaged through my half empty pantry, grabbed a granola bar and ran back up the stairs.
As I passed the nursery, I stopped and turned back. I went into the room and turned on the light. The light-grey colored walls were illuminated under the small chandelier lights. The crib was near the wall, in between 2 windows, decorated with pink drapes. On the walls hung a big fancy looking mirror and shelves full of pink spit cloths and stuffed animals. The fluffy carpet was next to the crib while the white changing table was perpendicular to the crib, against the other wall. Finally, the pink recliner and leg rest were off to the corner. (Pictures up there!)
Inside her closet were mainly her clothes, shoes and other girly Knick knacks Gianna thought would be cute. I didn't even know where or how to start so Gianna mainly picked everything out, but I had to approve of it. As for clothes and shoe shopping, I had gone a bit overboard so I was sure that the baby had enough outfits to last at least the first 6 months of her life, without having to repeat a single one. I looked around the room and I was truly proud at what we, well mostly Gianna had accomplished.
I got out of the nursery and headed back to my room. I laid in bed and began looking for more baby stuff online. I still needed to buy the mattress for the crib and a plethora of other things like the car seat, and what not. I typed in best mattresses for cribs into the search bar and began looking for them until I fell asleep.
Gianna's POV-
"Junior! Let's go!" I yelled from down the stairs.
Junior and I are heading back to my house after I spent the night here. Even if Emelyn isn't due for another two months, we're taking advantage of the free time we all have to get everything for the baby ready.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." He groaned, running down, passed me.
"Ahora donde vas?" I questioned. (Now where are you going?)
"I can't find my keys.." He grumbled.
I laughed as he ran around, throwing the couch pillows everywhere in hopes of finding them. Once I felt that he had destroyed the living room enough, I lifted my hand and waved the keys around, making him turn around.
He sighed with relief, "I hate you" he added.
He grabbed the keys from me and pecked my lips. We headed out and soon we were off.
"Let's go to El Petit Pot and grab some food for You,Marc, and I." I suggested.
"Anything for you queen." He sarcastically answered.
He grabbed my hand and rested it on his thigh as he drove to the restaurant. When we got to the cozy shop, we ordered our food and coffee while we were at it. They said it'd be about 10 minutes so we took a seat in a small table off in the corner.
"So does he know?" Neymar asked me, as he sipped his coffee.
"About?" I gulped.
He pointed up to the tv above my head and there was my answer. Turns out, right after Marc and Emelyn broke up, she began dating another footballer. This time she's dating a fellow Mexican, Giovani dos Santos. We all knew about it and we also knew him but we didn't really care. It honestly just made Emelyn look bad. I mean who breaks up with their baby daddy one week and goes out with someone new the next?
"He knows, he just doesn't care." I giggled.
"Lies." Ney gasped.
"What? It's possible not care babe." I disagreed.
"Sure, it would be easy not to care if it was a hit it and quit it situation. But she's pregnant with his kid. I'm sure it bothered, if not it still bothers him, at least a little bit." He teased.
Number 20!
We got up once we heard our number but after going back and forth Junior was still not convinced.
"I should just ask him when we get to his house.." He proposed.
"No Junior, you better not." I cautioned as we walked out of the restaurant.
"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just a man to man talk." He snickered.
"Do it and I will-NEYMAR! NEYMAR!" I began saying my empty threat before someone shouted over it.
We turned to see who just screamed out Ney's name and there was a kid sprinting towards us. Ney handed me the bags of food and he opened up his arms to the random kid. Once again, this wasn't something new so I already knew what to do. Even if Ney encouraged me to try to talk to some fans, I knew that I'm nobody to try and talk to these people. So I just stood off to the side while he socialized with the little kid. He signed the kid's shirt and they took a few pictures before his mom dragged him away.
"His mom does not like me." He laughed as we got into the car.
"What makes you think that?" I wondered.
"She literally told me, 'If only my little Mario spent more time doing homework than praising you..' but in a the bitchiest tone ever." He quoted.
"Hahaha, Oh she most definitely hates you." I teased.
He laughed and lightly smacked my thigh. Then we drove towards the house.
When we got there, I opened the door to a very lonely looking house. Right away, Nina the French bulldog looked up from her nap but soon rested her fat head back on her bed. I put down the bags of our food on the table, and while Neymar turned on the tv and made himself at home, I went to wake Marc up.
"Marc, Wake up we brought food!" I shouted as I walked into his room.
When I got in, there was the 6 ft. giant, sleeping face down with his phone near him. I walked to him and shook him viciously until he at least moved a little.
"Get uppp.." I whined.
I stepped back to see if he would even attempt to get up but he doesn't.
"If you aren't going to get up then Junior and I are leaving and you can buy and build everything else by yourself." I warned.
I walked out of the room and I finally heard movement coming from the bed. When I got downstairs, Neymar was cuddled up with Nina on the couch, watching a football game. I walked over to the couch and sat on Neymar's lap as he attentively looked at the screen. It was Villarreal against Athletic Bilbao. Oh, the irony,I thought.
"Why are you watching them?" I questioned.
"Is there something wrong with-ohh....Should I turn it off?" He laughed.
One team is where his ex's new boyfriend is playing and the other is where his potential love interest ran away too. Neymar just sat there, debating on whether he thinks it would bother Marc or not.
"Good morning." A very energized Marc chirped, running down the stairs.
Neymar looked at the screen and then back at me. He lowered the volume as Marc came behind the couch and looked at the tv.
"Villarreal and Bilbao?" Marc asked.
Neymar and I nodded simultaneously and looked back at him. He squinted at the tv and shrugged, walking towards the kitchen. We got up and followed him, watching him open up the bags.
"So which one is mine?"
I took out all the food and laid it out on the table so we could eat. While we ate, Junior decided to bring up the much-dreaded for question.
"So Marc, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Nah dude, go for it.." Marc responded.
"So you know about Emelyn and dos Santos right?" Neymar hinted.
"Haha, of course I do. What about them?"
"Well a little birdy told me that you didn't care if they are together. Is it true?"
He just had to ask didn't he?
I looked at Marc who had a mouth full of food but he still managed to give a sly smirk. He quickly chewed the food and drank some water before he gave us the answer.
"Truthfully, I don't. I kind of, in a way cheated on her before we even broke up so this is kind of like karma." He explained.
"So you mean to tell me that you don't care at all? Not one bit?"
"Junior!" I hissed.
Marc looked at us back and forth and laughed. I assumed that he was laughing at Neymar's stupid question but also at his persistence to find out the 'truth'. He gathered up his trash and got up to throw it away.
"No Neymar, I don't care. All I care about is that child she is carrying, the child that happens to be my daughter. I'm sure you'd understand that feeling right, you know with Carolina and Davi?"
Neymar shrugged and nodded, finally understanding where Marc is coming from. It wasn't even about their relationships, now it was about the baby.
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"Okay so where does this part go?" Neymar asked for the one hundredth time.
"It goes with the piece that marc has next to his knee." I affirmed.
After we finished eating, we all went up to the nursery and began building some other things that Marc needed help with. I built the fancy, expensive baby swing while they built the baby bassinet. They've been at it for 30 minutes and they already want to kill each other. It's a good thing they're good at football because they aren't good at this, I thought.
"So why exactly do you need a bassinet for if she already has a crib?" I asked.
"She isn't going to sleep or stay in her crib all day Gianna." Marc answered while looking for another piece to the bassinet.
Marc's POV-
"Let me get the different screw driver from the garage." I insisted.
We've been building stuff for a few hours now and in reality, I just wanted to take a quick break from them two. I got to the kitchen and grabbed my forgotten phone from the counter. I drank some water and turn on the phone, revealing 10 missed calls.
I unlocked it and scrolled through my call logs, and I saw that they were all from Emelyn. Of course, I started to worry so I dialed her number. Before I even got to press the call button, I had an incoming call.
Phone Call with Emelyn:
Hey Em. Is everything okay? I got your calls but--
M-Marc, its Emelyn's friend,Lia. I think you should come to the hospital...
What, Why? What's wrong? Where's Emelyn?
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