Chapter 136
Cristiano was waiting for Ferdinand to come back in the living room holding his baby.
His teammates were out all day attending a wedding, which was a good time. At least he didn't have to explain to Ferdinand how he had conjured a child out of thin air in his home.
Cristiano gave his buyer a shopping list and he needed lots and lots of baby stuff.
His buyer was stunned when he received the list, not understanding why his employer suddenly needed so many children's items, especially since it seemed that these needed items were for newborns.
When the buyer arrived at Ferdinand's villa with a cart full of purchased items, the person who came out to open the door was his young employer holding a beautiful baby.
"Thank you so much, William, you helped me a lot!" Cristiano cheered softly, and he called William into the house, "Please help me put the things in."
"Okay, okay, sir." The buyer stuttered in reply. As he carried boxes of wet baby diapers, he couldn't help but glance at the well-behaved child in Cristiano's arms.
This child is so pretty and clean. His relatives' children always drool and lick their snot into their mouths from time to time...
William thought about quickly getting rid of the thought, it was too disgusting.
He quickly put all the things into the house, and then tidied up his employer and installed the child seat.
Cristiano finally freed his arms after putting the little one in the child seat.
He exhaled softly: "That's great, William, I really don't know what I would do without you."
The buyer scratched his red hair shyly. He looked at the well-behaved and quiet child sitting in the child's chair and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, is this your child?"
"Yeah," Cristiano admitted with a nod, "He's really cute, isn't he?"
William took a deep breath. His employer was only twenty-one years old, and he already had his own child? !
He dared to say that if the media knew this news, it would definitely cause a big storm!
Cristiano knew what William was thinking, but he didn't care. He would protect his children. He did a good job in his previous life. If the media wanted to comment on something, they could just come to him. If they dared to do anything to his children, he would never be nice.
"He's so quiet." William couldn't help but say. He had just been moving things in and out here, and assembling those children's chairs and cribs, but the noise didn't even scare the child to tears. It was so quiet that it made people feel soft-hearted.
He looked at his employer and assured him earnestly, "Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you."
Cristiano laughed softly and patted William on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, just do your job normally, but thank you, William, really, I appreciate your help."
The young buyer lowered his head embarrassedly. In fact, he had to thank Cristiano for the generous salary he offered him. He knew very well that he had no advantage among several candidates as he had no experience. He wanted to save money to go to college, and Cristiano provided generous funds for his dream.
When Ferdinand returned home in the evening, he saw his little Ronnie and big Ronnie sitting on the sofa in the living room. The man and the dog turned their heads to look at the door almost synchronously, and then his little dog ran over and jumped excitedly onto his knees.
"Ronnie, you're a little late today." Ferdinand picked up his puppy and gently touched the puppy's wet nose.
Cristiano grinned, Ferdinand's dog was having so much fun playing with his little baby that he forgot about his owner.
He waved at Ferdinand, "Hey Leo! Congratulations!"
"Congratulations on what?" Ferdinand came over puzzled.
"Congratulations on taking office as the godfather!" Cristiano said as cheerfully as possible. He took the little one out of the high chair and carefully observed his roommate's expression.
The baby gave Ferdinand a big, bright smile, waved his little arms and legs gently, and babbled.
"YIO——YIO——"
Cristiano opened his eyes slightly, kissed the little baby who was very cooperative and knew how to act coquettishly and lovably even better than he did, and said seriously: "Leo! Listen to him calling your name!"
Ferdinand gasped in surprise, he even took two steps back: "God... Ronnie?! This is your child?! Where did you... No, why didn't you tell me in advance that he would come today? Oh my God, why didn't you tell me when he was born?! I didn't even make any preparations..."
Cristiano couldn't help laughing as he looked at Ferdinand who was completely at a loss.
He held the little guy in his arms and walked to Ferdinand, motioning for Ferdinand to hold the child: "Come hold him, Leo."
Ferdinand was stunned by the shock of this accident, and he looked as if his soul had been taken away. Hearing this, he subconsciously opened his arms, and then stiffly hugged the child and Cristiano into his arms.
Cristiano almost laughed out loud. He lowered his head and hid in Ferdinand's arms, laughing until he could stop laughing so hard that he deserved a beating. Then he raised his head, rubbed the little guy with big eyes and some confusion, and said with a smile: "Oh my god, baby, your godfather papa is really stupid, isn't he?"
"Leo, I asked you to hold the baby," Cristiano corrected.
He instructed Ferdinand on how to take the soft little thing from his hands, but his tall and strong friend didn't dare to move at all, and kept looking at him nervously for help.
"That's it!" Cristiano laughed, "Relax Leo, look at him, he can find a comfortable position by himself."
The little guy almost skillfully lay on Ferdinand's shoulder, leaned his head on it, and closed his eyes comfortably.
Ferdinand slowly relaxed.
A small smile appeared on his face and he couldn't help but whisper, "Oh... Ronnie, he looks just like you, he's so beautiful... Oh my god, congratulations Ronnie."
Cristiano narrowed his eyes, leaned closer, gently touched the tip of the little guy's nose and teased him, and said to Ferdinand: "Thank you, Leo, and congratulations to you, are you ready?"
"...You should have told me earlier." The smile on Ferdinand's face faded a little, and he looked at Cristiano disapprovingly, "I will prepare this house for you and the children as soon as possible. This is a big project! I thought it would take at least several months!"
Cristiano smiled awkwardly. He didn't know that this child would come so suddenly, but he could only perfunctorily deal with it and whispered, "It's not too late now, is it? I asked my buyer to buy a lot of useful things. Can you take a look? But I haven't packed them all yet. I think you should take a look first..."
"Of course! I'll do it! Let me do something for my children!" Ferdinand said very positively.
He is the child's godfather! He had already missed the birth ceremony of this child, he had to do something to make up for it!
"By the way, what's his name?" Ferdinand asked again.
"...I haven't thought about it yet." Cristiano touched his nose.
Ferdinand's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Okay, I promise. I'll think it over within a week. I still have to take him to register." Cristiano stuck out his tongue, kissed the little guy with a smile, and then took him back from Ferdinand's arms.
"So he will be made public? The mother of that child..." Ferdinand looked at Cristiano.
Cristiano interrupted Ferdinand and smiled: "He is my child, only mine, Leo."
"And, of course, I'll let the whole world know that he's my child. There's nothing secret about it. I'll make him proud and he'll make me proud." He looked at Ferdinand, his voice serious.
The little guy in Cristiano's arms stiffened slightly and pressed his soft cheek against Cristiano's face, as if he understood something.
Cristiano lowered his head in surprise. He met the clear eyes of the little guy, paused, and shook his head slightly with amusement. He must be crazy. Even a child produced by the system could not understand what he was saying at such a young age.
"But you have to know, if it is made public, especially at this point in time, how much bad voice this child will bring to you? Ronnie, you have to think about this issue carefully." Ferdinand looked at the boy seriously.
The little thing in Cristiano's arms also stiffened for a moment.
Cristiano looked down at the child who seemed to be frightened. He guessed that the two of them were speaking too loudly subconsciously. He reached out and gently covered the child's ears, protecting the little guy in his arms.
"Leo, I'm glad you think so much about me, but this is not a problem. When I decided to have him, it was no longer a problem." Cristiano said softly, "For me, the most important thing is this child. He appeared in my life. This is a miracle and a gift. This is more important than anything else."
"You can't imagine how important he is to me. I love him more than my life," Cristiano whispered.
Ferdinand paused after hearing this, and he met Cristiano's eyes. The young man in front of him was only 21 years old, and in his eyes was even just a big boy, but the eyes of the young man were full of strength and determination, like a hesitant watchman.
Ferdinand realised that Cristiano might be a child at times, but in these big events, he was a decision maker and his own king.
He nodded silently, without saying anything else, but took the soft colorful rubber corner molding: "Okay Ronnie, I totally understand."
Ferdinand looked at the little one who was holding onto his young father's collar.
The little guy seemed to understand what they were talking about seriously. There was no smile on his chubby face. He just held his father tightly, while Cristiano held the child in a protective posture.
The two Ronaldos, one big and one small, looked at him with a sense of pity and dependence on each other.
Ferdinand froze, feeling like an asshole.
He slumped his shoulders helplessly, leaned over and kissed the little guy, pinched the back of Cristiano's neck, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I will protect you, Ronnie, I will do it, as the godfather of the little guy."
Cristiano rolled his eyes, he was not angry, he knew very well that Ferdinand was considering it from his perspective.
He held the little guy in his arms and "supervised" him: "Little guy, this is your godfather Leo Papa, look what he is doing? He is installing cushions for the baby, Leo Papa is so awesome——"
The little guy in Cristiano's arms cooperated by making babbling sounds and clapped his two chubby hands.
Cristiano blinked. Did you understand? No way, it must be a coincidence.
Ferdinand was sandwiched between two Ronaldos, one big and one small. When he looked up, he could see two pairs of eyes that were almost carved from the same mold, smiling at him, clear and focused.
He was almost unable to bear it, and his entire earlobes turned red, along with his neck - this was not common.
My God, Ronaldo alone is enough for the entire Manchester United to open their defense to him unconditionally, not to mention that now there is a smaller one coming.
——He dared to say that after his teammates knew about this kid, all the main players of Manchester United would become his future football sparring partners, lining up in a queue, as long as this kid loved playing football like his father.
During dinner, Ferdinand talked about the children's names again.
He jokingly said: "You haven't thought of a name for him yet? Why not just call him Cristiano Ronaldo Jr. This kid is a replica of you..."
Cristiano's eyelids twitched slightly. Before he could answer, he heard the little guy sitting in the baby chair next to him suddenly let out an "Ah!" and clapped his hands, looking like he agreed.
Ferdinand smiled when he saw this: "Look, the baby likes this name too."
Cristiano was stunned and couldn't help but look at the child.
He thought of the many clever and genius-like coincidental reactions before, and how the little guy was quiet and well-behaved, unlike other children. Suddenly, an extremely absurd idea arose in his mind - he guessed that he was too wishful in hoping that his Junior would still return to his life, so he thought about those coincidences in that way.
He knew that these thoughts were more like his own imagination, but he still couldn't help but test them and gently called out: "...Junior? Is this my Junior?"
The little guy sitting in the baby chair was stunned suddenly, and then excitedly stretched out his chubby little arms towards Cristiano, yelling incoherently, spelling out simple "paa, pa" syllables.
Ferdinand quickly steadied the baby chair. He looked over in surprise: "He really likes this name. Listen to me, it's right."
Cristiano's breathing was rapid and quick, his eyes quickly turned red, and he felt that his heart had never beaten faster or stronger than at this moment.
Ferdinand noticed that the boy was too excited to control himself and stood up quickly: "Oh my God! Ronnie! Take a deep breath, Ronnie, take a deep breath?"
The little guy sitting in the baby chair also started crying with his mouth wide open.
Ferdinand was totally at a loss as to what to do. Even his dog started barking as if he had bullied two Ronaldos.
"I, I'm fine, Leo, I'm fine... I'm just a little too happy..." Cristiano took a deep breath and calmed down. He tightly grasped the armrest of the baby chair, gasping and swallowing his breath. He frowned slightly in some discomfort, but soon he relaxed again. He hurriedly picked up the crying little guy on the chair, "Oh my God, don't cry, don't cry Junior, I'm fine, I'm fine."
He pressed his lips against the little guy's soft cheek, kissing and comforting him. Seeing this, Ferdinand went to get a hot towel and wiped the faces of the two crying Ronaldos.
"Oh my God, don't cry together, you two. I was already so busy just trying to comfort you, let alone adding a little kid." Ferdinand wiped the tears from Chris's eyelashes with a helpless look.
Their Red Devil No. 7 looks like a baby every time he cries, with tears hanging on his eyelashes. He cries so miserably that it makes people feel soft-hearted.
"Leo!" Cristiano lowered his head embarrassedly. He hugged the little guy in his arms tightly. Now he was 100% sure that this was his Junior.
Although this is incredible, since the world brought him and Kaka here, why can't it bring his Junior here as well?
This is a gift.
Cristiano thought gratefully, he took out the rose rosary that always hung around his neck, put it to his lips and kissed it deeply.
The little guy in his arms was so tired from crying that he almost fell asleep. He clenched his father's fingers tightly. Even though his hands were pitifully small and his strength was pitifully weak, he was unwilling to let go, let alone close his eyes.
——This day was so beautiful that it didn’t seem real, Junior thought to himself. He saw his father who was very young and immature. He thought he had just returned to a certain moment in the past. This might be a dream, or a strange time travel, but he cherished it very much.
He hadn't seen his father for a long time. After the funeral, he began to suffer from insomnia. He always dreamed of his young father in his light dreams, which made him gradually addicted to dreams.
That happy and unrestrained father was like a fire, dazzling and beautiful. He missed him terribly.
And when he opened his eyes again after a light sleep, he saw his young father and a young Ricardo again. He did not think about why the other party appeared in his dream. He just wanted to hug his father out of habit, but found that his small hands and feet and short tongue were so clumsy that he could hardly utter any decent syllables.
He originally thought that being able to see his young father a little longer would be a luxury, even in a dream.
But later, he found that the passage of time was so real and long, and he even saw Leo, the young Leo, who was completely different from the silent and haggard Leo he saw at the funeral.
He realized that he might actually be blessed with some kind of time travel, and he began to enjoy it.
The young father in this world seemed to have possessed him earlier than in the previous life.
When he heard what his father said -
"I'll make him proud, and he'll make me proud."
"You can't imagine how much he means to me. I love him more than my life."
At that moment, he was almost shaking all over and was about to cry.
He thought to himself, I love you too, more than my life.
He thought that no matter which world his father was in, he would love and protect him with his life. He could not let the bad things and bad people from his previous life appear in his father's life again.
And now, he realized that the world had a better gift prepared for him - the young father in front of him was his father, a complete father with the same soul and the same memories.
He couldn't believe that such a good thing would appear in his world. One month after he lost his father, he got him back? God, if this was a dream, he would rather not wake up again.
Cristiano carried little Junior in his arms back to the bedroom upstairs. A baby needs to sleep at least twenty hours out of twenty-four hours a day. His little Junior had been too energetic today and now he finally couldn't hold on and fell into a deep sleep.
Cristiano was so reluctant to leave that he moved a chair and sat next to the crib to watch. This child was his little Mini, just like the small, white, tender little one who would call him "papa" in his memory.
Ferdinand walked up the stairs lightly. He sat down next to Cristiano helplessly: "Although I don't understand what happened just now, but is it okay now?"
"Yeah." Cristiano curled his lips, looked at Ferdinand, and sighed softly with satisfaction, "Leo, I am very happy. There is no happier time than now."
"What if I give you a cup of hot milk? Will you be happier than you are now?" Ferdinand joked. He handed over a cup of warm milk as if performing magic.
Cristiano blinked in surprise, then smiled and took it, nodded and joked: "Yes, a little happier, Leo."
"So this child is called..." Ferdinand looked at him.
He responded, "According to the name you said."
"Ha, that's great." Ferdinand laughed and looked at the little one sleeping soundly in the crib. "So from now on I'll call you Cris? Or Junior?"
"You can call him little Ronnie if you want, as long as you can tell the difference," Cristiano joked.
Ferdinand: “…”
As soon as Cristiano finished speaking, he heard the "tat tat" sound of a puppy's footsteps coming from the stairs. Little Ronnie heard his name and came over happily with a small rope knot in his mouth.
Cristiano laughed and leaned on Ferdinand's shoulder.
"Ronnie!" Ferdinand's ears turned red and he warned Cristiano in a low voice.
And his puppy jumped onto his lap even more excitedly.
Cristiano laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe: "Which Ronnie are you calling?"
Ferdinand gritted his teeth: "...I'm calling the one who's more of a jerk."
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