Bleeding Love [Antoine Griezmann & Neymar]

LXXXIX

"Hello?"

"Nikki, hi!" I said with the most cheerful tone I could master. "Happy birthday!"

Thank you, Margie!"

Today my sister was turning twenty-seven, I teased her, telling her she was thirty and was getting old. She just told me I would get there too before I know it.

"How is Nat?" I asked as I heard the baby in the background. "Say hi to her on my behalf."

"She's great, she can sit on her own now and she has started to crawl, I can't believe how big she has gotten, I'll show you a picture."

Nikki and I kept talking for a bit until my mum took the phone from me, I just rolled my eyes at her, she almost started crying when she apologized for not being there with her.

A few minutes later, I got my phone back. I noticed I had a message on whatsapp, I opened the conversation and saw Nikki had sent me two pictures. I smiled as I looked the big green eyes of Natalia, she was smiling and I could see a single tiny teeth in her mouth. Her curly blonde hair was very messy but that just made her look more adorable.

The other picture was of Nikki and Natalia, Nikki was holding her and they both were smiling, but in this one Natalia's hair was in a small and thin tail at the top of her head. I couldn't help but notice how much Natalia looked like my dad, not like Nikki. She even looked a bit like Riccardo when he was a baby, she had some of Nikki's features though, like her smile.

I sighed as I locked my phone, feeling extremely guilty. She still didn't know I was going to have a baby, I hadn't told her. A part of me was still upset she waited until it was noticeable to tell me so I kind of wanted to do the same, my parents and brother knew about it and I made them promise they wouldn't say a thing. They kept Nikki's secret so they could keep mine.

I knew I was being childish but what she did really hurt me and I wasn't ready to tell her yet, just like I wasn't ready to tell any of my relatives either.

But for now I had other things to worry about, I stared at my reflection as I bit my lip. I was nervous and I still wasn't doing anything more than just getting dressed. Looking at myself in these clothes seemed so foreign but not exactly bad... just different.

I turned to my side and stared longer at my reflection, I took a deep breath and just turned away. I couldn't have second thoughts on this.

I walked to the living room and fed the little cat, I brought him in ten days ago and still no one had called to claim him. I was going to give it three more weeks, if no one calls I will keep him. He still had no name but that mostly because I didn't want to get attached and then be heartbroken if someone comes for him, if I name him, it would make everything worse.

"I'm so proud of you," my mum said to me, I just rolled my eyes, dismissing her.

"I haven't even gotten out of the house," I said. "What if I chicken out?"