Chapter 147

Junior doesn't know yet that his night life is fully arranged by a group of superstar uncles.

As he counted on his fingers how long it would take for his father to return, he thought this day would be like the day before -

He waited quietly in the stroller until Leo Papa finished training and took him back to the small garden villa. Then he was forced to watch some sentimental movies which were actually quite good, eat a midnight snack of milk powder, and then when he woke up, his father might have appeared at home.

But who can tell him what is going on with these uncles who have appeared in his house now?

Junior bit his fingernails and watched with surprise as his father's teammates came into the house one by one and occupied the sofa area where they sat cross-legged every night.

The puppy named Ronnie saw so many people coming and barked excitedly, while crawling under his child seat.

"When does the award ceremony start?" Neville asked, picking up the cheese sticks that Ferdinand had placed under the glass coffee table, and put one in his mouth.

Ferdinand was preparing Junior's milk powder and complementary food in the kitchen. Hearing this, he subconsciously looked up and immediately shouted, "Gary Neville!"

Neville was so startled that the cheese stick in his mouth almost fell on him. He quickly took a sip. The cheese stick, which was bland and almost sweet, was smooth and soft, so he swallowed it directly.

"HOLY——" Neville was choking on the swear words, but he remembered in time that there was a baby sitting next to him who was said to have a strong ability of imitation, so Neville held back the swear words.

He glared at the culprit Ferdinand, "Leo! Can't you stop getting so jumpy?! Why are you calling me?!"

"You ate Junior's last cheese stick," Ferdinand said sternly, "That was a snack that Ronnie bought specifically for little ones of Junior's age!"

Neville paused when he heard this. No wonder he said that this cheese stick didn't taste very good.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and noticed that Keane and Theresa were both looking at him with a hint of accusation.

Neville: “…”

Isn't it just a cheese stick? !

Well, that was the last one though.

Neville turned his head to look at Junior who was sitting in the children's chair and staring at him. The little guy had a pair of round dark eyes, looking young and innocent. Neville felt guilty when he was stared at.

"Okay, okay, next time I'll bring you a pack of cheese sticks!" Neville said to Junior in a surrendering and begging manner. After he said that, he felt a little funny. How could a little baby understand what was going on?

However, he saw Junior looked away after he made the promise, as if he was satisfied.

Neville was about to scratch his hair bald. This kid was so unlike any other child!

Alan, who is usually taciturn at parties, suddenly added, reminding Neville: "Remember, these are cheese sticks specially made for infants and young children."

"...I know, I know!" Neville said loudly.

Ferdinand, Keane and others quickly carried their dinner to the coffee table. The TV was playing the TV program before the award ceremony, and they started dinner first.

Neville pointed to a small bowl of rich orange-red paste, and curiously dipped a little with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth: "What is this? Theresa's new product?"

Ferdinand looked at the other person with difficulty: "...That's Junior's carrot puree."

Giggs and Rooney laughed and hugged each other. Alan stroked his forehead and said, "You just can't let go of Junior's food, can you?"

Neville: “…”

Why not nail him to a stake? He just ate a cheese stick. !

Neville muttered in defense, "Why isn't the children's food placed in special bowls for children?? Those colorful and cute ones!? That way I won't make a mistake!"

"He does have his own set of cutlery, and Ronnie would be interested in getting these things when he's at home, but I'm a pragmatist." Ferdinand grinned at Neville.

Neville: “…”

Keane nodded and said, "That really doesn't surprise me at all. Ronnie loves those fancy things."

Giggs agreed with deep understanding: "Look at the clothes he wears in training. They almost show his buttocks."

Theresa stuffed a piece of sausage into Keane and Giggs' mouths and glared at them. "Fancy? I think Ronnie has excellent taste. How beautiful are these little things? They make people feel much happier. And, Ryan, watch your words. This is prejudice. I think there is nothing wrong with his clothes."

Giggs raised his hands to beg for mercy. He shouldn't have said bad things about Cristiano in front of Ms. Theresa. Their golden number seven had already captured the lady's heart.

Junior listened to the noisy voices around him, he looked towards Theresa and gave a bright smile to the lady who spoke for his father.

"Look, Gary, this is why Junior never smiles at you," Ferdinand said.

Neville: “…”

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After arriving in Turin, Cristiano was busy shooting promotional videos and still photos, followed by rehearsals.

He had already told Kaka about this trip on the way to the airport in Manchester. Kaka and his team had just finished a league game, and the Serie A schedule was relatively easy, so there was just enough time.

It only takes an hour and a half to drive from Milan to Turin. This is a rare opportunity for the two young lovers to meet each other with their children. Kaka seemed very relaxed and happy the day before the meeting, which was enough for his teammates to see something fishy.

"The way you look makes me think Cristiano is in Milan," Nesta said to Kaka.

"You're pretty close," Kaka said, curling his lips. "In fact, he's going to Turin."

"Turin?" Nesta looked over.

Gattuso on the side reacted quickly: "It's the Golden Boy Award? Then he...?"

Kaka nodded, and raised the corners of his mouth with a reserved and proud look: "I don't think anyone can disagree. Cristiano's genius is obvious to all. Whether it is his goal scoring efficiency, effective dribbling, or the viewing experience, he deserves it."

Gattuso touched his forehead with amusement: "Oh my God, Kaka, you are Cristiano's number one fan."

"I'm not sure about that," Kaka replied, laughing softly. "Cristiano has too many die-hard fans. I don't dare to brag about myself."

Gattuso felt that this was Kaka's way of showing off at a higher level.

He said he didn't want to bother with Kaka anymore.

Kaka sorted out his things for this short trip. He was going to bring little Luca with him this time - this was something Cristiano particularly emphasized - so he had to bring a lot of children's supplies.

He prepared a child seat for Luca, and while installing and strapping the little guy into the seat, he smiled and said as if talking to himself: "Luca, you will meet your other father today."

Luca yawned lazily while lying in the comfortable car. This was the eighth time he heard it today, from waking up early in the morning, to his father finishing the day's team training and now sitting in the car - his father still said it again and again without getting tired of it.

His ears are almost getting calluses!

Although Luca was also a little excited, he had never seen Uncle Cristiano look so young!

All he could remember was how the other person looked after he joined Real Madrid. At that time, they often ate together at home. He remembered that the other person always loved to laugh and would even hold him in his arms and ride on a horse, which was something his father, who was always well-behaved, would never do.

Later, he could only see him on TV. Cristiano on the TV screen looked more and more fierce. His dyed golden curly hair and well-defined muscles made him look like the sun god, or the sharp blade in the hand of the sun god.

Luca was spitting out saliva bubbles out of boredom, "Ah, puff" and "Ah, puff". He couldn't control his little tongue very well, otherwise he would have asked his father a lot of questions about the two of them.

For example,

When did you two get together?

Will you separate again?

And how the hell did I get out? ——Luca once saw in the news that his mother Caroline appeared in the gossip entertainment news. The headline was that the golden boy and the beautiful girl got married, but it was obvious that the other man was a guy he didn't know at all.

Luka has all sorts of questions, but for now he just has to keep quiet.

An hour and a half drive quickly brought them to Turin.

Tonight is the award ceremony, and Cristiano is at the venue for rehearsal and makeup. When Kaka brought little Luca to the backstage, he had just finished rehearsal and makeup and was changing into a white shirt and black suit.

The clothes his wardrobe stylist arranged for him today were quite standard, a three-piece suit from Armani, with a small black vest underneath, which perfectly highlighted his waistline.

The makeup artist applied light-colored lipstick on him to make his lips look fuller and moisturized. His eyebrows were also trimmed, making them slender and with distinct corners, making him look delicate and heroic.

"Cris, we are here." Kaka walked into the backstage dressing room and called out softly, and then he was attracted by the young lover in front of him who was wearing a beautiful suit.

It wasn't until Cristiano walked up to him in two steps at a time and he smelled a faint, sweet perfume that he came to his senses, "Oh my God... you look so good."

He slightly regretted dressing so casually—he was only wearing a plaid shirt, a khaki jacket, and loose slacks—and looked like he was from a different world from his lover.

"I like your outfit today, too." Cristiano said. He reached out and brushed Kaka's slightly curly bangs, and smiled. "You look good, too."

After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the cart next to Kaka. He couldn't help but squat down and whispered, "Is this Luca? My God, he looks much older than the photo you sent me."

He stretched out a finger and gently placed it in front of Luca's fist. "Little Luca, I'm Cris, nice to meet you."

Luca looked at the young face that suddenly enlarged in front of him and was a little stunned. This was really different from the impression he had of Uncle Cristiano!

Seeing that Luca was just staring at him curiously without any reaction, Cristiano withdrew his hand with amusement, pursed his lips with some regret and whispered: "He must not know me, that's why he didn't react when he saw me. It would be better if we could take them together."

Cristiano has not told Kaka about Junior yet. He simply thinks that this is Junior's secret. Even if he wants to tell Kaka, he should wait for Junior to tell him in person instead of letting him leak it. Even if he is Junior's father, he cannot do this.

Kaka smiled and said, "There will always be a chance."

Cristiano stood up, nodded slightly, and then said, "By the way, I have seats for families, do you want to come with me?"

He turned his head and looked at the clothes in the car, and then said: "Among so many clothes, there must be something suitable for you. Don't worry about the clothing problem."

Kaka paused, feeling a little moved. He really wanted to be there to witness his lover taking up the glory.

But soon, he shook his head and refused: "I'm worried that Luca won't be able to adapt to such a scene. Let's wait for you backstage."

Cristiano thought about it and agreed, then leaned over to tease Luca.

Cristiano sent all the staff in the lounge out, and this became their private space.

When he was finally urged to enter the stadium, Cristiano said to Kaka: "Okay, I have to go first. See you later?"

"Okay." Kaka replied.

He thought Cristiano would give him a kiss on the cheek, however, his lover just leaned over and gave Luca a quick kiss on the forehead before quickly walking away.

Kaka paused, then turned to look at his son.

Luca blinked and blew a spit bubble at his father.

Oh, Uncle Cristiano obviously only has eyes for me.