“Y/N, we’re here.” I hear Neymar say as
the front door opens. I get up from my seat and walk in his direction.
Davi is wondering around the hallway and I can’t
help but smile at the sight of him. I knew he was three, but somehow I figured
he’d be bigger. Once he notices me walking over, he runs back to his dad and
hides behind his legs. I stifle a laugh as Neymar wraps an arm around the
little blond haired cutie.
“Davi, this is the girl I’ve been telling you
about.” Neymar says with a smile. “Y/N? Do you remember I told you
about her?” Davi gives him a quick nod, but refuses to come out of hiding.
His dad crouches down next to him and I take a few steps forward.
“I’m so happy to meet you.” I smile.
“I didn’t know he was shy.”
“He’s not.” Neymar laughs. “God, he
is so not shy. You’re going to miss these quiet moments once he gets used to
Although we’ve been dating for over six months now,
this is the first time I’m meeting Neymar’s son, because we thought it would be
wise to wait until we were sure that this relationship was actually going
somewhere. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for us to put a child in the
middle of it and have him end up wondering where I disappeared to if we were to
break up. It wasn’t my idea, but I was okay with waiting, because the last
thing I wanted to do was hurt a three year old in any way.
I’ve always been great with children, probably
because I’m the oldest sibling and I always had to take care of my little
brother and sister as I was growing up, but for some reason that I don’t quite
understand, Davi is the exception to that. He is supposed to spend at entire
week with us in Barcelona, but after the first four days, he still doesn’t seem
to have gotten used to me. Neymar keeps assuring me every day that I’m not
doing anything wrong, but I find it hard to believe him, especially when I
watch how much fun Davi seems to have with all of his father’s friends and
teammates. He doesn’t hesitate for a second to jump in their arms the second he
sees them and drags them along to play with him or show them whatever toy he is
carrying around that day, but when it comes to me, he ignores me as much as
The only time when he seems to acknowledge my
presence is when we’re alone in the house during Neymar’s training sessions,
but, even then, he still tries to stay as far away from me as possible and
gives me monosyllabic answers to pretty much everything. Now, I’m obviously not
expecting to have full on conversations about the meaning of life with a three
year old, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find it surprising that he’s going out
of his way to avoid me.
“Davi?” I call out from the kitchen, as I’m looking
through Neymar’s fridge and trying to figure out what I should make for dinner.
We haven’t moved in together yet, but I stay over a lot and it wouldn’t be the
first time I cooked for the both of us. “What do you want for breakfast?” I ask
again, fully aware that he can hear me from the living room that is only a few
meters away, but is purposely ignoring me.
I wait for a few seconds, but Davi doesn’t make any
effort to answer my question, so I close the fridge door with a sigh and make
my way to the living room. He is sitting on the floor, playing with a bunch of
dinosaur figurines and pretending he can’t hear me.
“You haven’t eaten anything today, little guy.” I
sit down next to him and he scoots away. “I don’t know why you don’t want to
talk to me, but it’s fine. Just tell me what you want for breakfast.” I smile
and pick one of his toys up, hoping this will get his attention.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You haven’t eaten since last night.” I laugh,
finding it ridiculous that he’d rather starve than talk to me. “I’m going to
make myself some cereal. Would you like some?”
“No. Daddy makes me cereal.”
“Daddy won’t be home for a while. I’ll make you
I don’t wait for a reply, because I’m pretty sure I
won’t get one out of him, as I get up and walk back to the kitchen. I fill two
bowls with Cocoa Puffs, pour some milk over them, grab a couple of spoons and
carry everything to the living room. Davi isn’t sitting in his spot anymore and
I’m too preoccupied looking around for him to watch where I’m going and I end
up stepping on one of his dinosaurs and dropping one of the bowls on the floor,
while spilling most of the milk in the second one.
“Son of a -“ I yell, but catch myself just in time.
“Nutcracker! For crying out loud!” I stand there unable to move, unsure whether
it’s because of the mess on the floor or the pain in my foot, but the sound of
sobbing snaps me out of whatever trance I was in.
I turn around, careful not to step in the mess I
just made and look around for Davi. I can’t see him, but the sound of sobs
guides me in the right direction. It’s coming from upstairs and I find myself
running towards him, afraid he might have fallen and gotten hurt while I was
too busy ruining breakfast.
“Davi?” I walk into Neymar’s bedroom,
where the crying seems to be coming from, but I can’t see anyone. Finally, I
find him sitting on the floor on the side of the bed, facing away from the door
and hiding his face in his hands. “Baby, what happened?” I sit down
next to him, but he doesn’t seem to notice me, so I pull his arms down as
gently as possible. His eyes are red and tears are falling out of them like
there’s no tomorrow. “Did you hurt yourself? What happened?” Davi
shakes his head.
“You dropped the cereal.” He says, crying
even harder than before. “I’m sorry.”
I giggle for a second at the thought that he’s
literally crying over spilt milk, but just the idea that he’s so terrified of
me that he’d cry over something as silly as this makes me sad.
“It’s not your fault. I just tripped over
something. ” I say, in an attempt to make him feel better.
“You dinosaurs are fine, Davi. They just need a
little cleaning and they’ll be as good as new.”
“No.” He shakes his head at me. “You
tripped over my dinosaurs and dropped the bowls. It’s my fault.”
“Oh my God.” I try to smile at him, but
now I’m the one who feels bad. He must have heard me swearing and assumed I was
mad at him for leaving his toys on the floor, when it was actually just me
being the uncoordinated idiot that I am. “That was my fault. I should have
watched where I was going.”
“You’re not mad at me?” He wipes the tears
from the corner of his eye and watches me in disbelief with his big brown eyes.
“Of course I’m not mad at you.” I can
practically see relief washing over his tiny face, as he stops sobbing and
watches me carefully, as if he’s afraid I’m going to blow up any second.
“Please don’t tell daddy.” He pleads, still watching
me with the saddest eyes.
“I won’t.” I run my hands through his blonde curls,
in an attempt to comfort him. “Why are you so worried about your dad finding
out? You did nothing wrong.”
“Because he doesn’t like me anymore.” The boy sounds
so sure of what he’s saying and I’m left staring at him in complete disbelief,
unable to understand why he would ever say such a thing.
“Why would you say that? Your dad loves you so much.”
“He loves you.” He hides his face in his hands again
and I let out a sigh, as I grab one of his arms and pull him over, until he’s
sitting on my lap.
“Davi, listen to me.” I brush his hair away from his
tear stained face. “Your dad loves you more than anything in the world. He
loves you so much more than he’ll ever love me, because you’re his son. There
is no competition and you have nothing to worry about.” He lifts his face
towards mine and watches me as I talk. I use my hand to wipe his tears again,
but this time there aren’t any more threatening to spill.
“Yes.” I nod and give him a little smile. “You can
love more than one person at a time, you know? Don’t you love anyone other than
“I love my mommy.”
“See? There’s plenty of love to go around.” I decide
we’ve had enough serious conversations for the day, so I sneakily place my
hands on his chest and start tickling him. For the first time since we’ve met,
Davi is actually laughing with me and not scooting away to the other side of
I stand up and offer him my hand to help him up, but
once he’s back on his feet, he wraps his
arms around my waist and hugs me tight for a few seconds. If I knew spilling food
was what it took to get him to warm up to me, I would’ve done it long ago. Once
Davi lets go, I pick him up, plop him on my hip and carry him downstairs and
into the kitchen, before putting him down on the counter. I whip up another two
bowls of cereal and climb next to him, where we eat our breakfast in silence,
our feet dangling in the air.
“I think I love you, too.” He says, in between two
bites, in the way that kids do when they say the most random things at the
weirdest times, as if that was the most obvious thing in that moment, but I
know that to him it was.