Chapter 137
The baby's sleep was always intermittent, so Cristiano pushed the crib next to his bed.
When Junior woke up in the middle of the night, he first saw a strange plastic doll hanging right above him, and then he remembered the wonderful things that happened to him that day.
He subconsciously tried to look for Cristiano, but the baby's body was much more difficult to control than he thought.
Junior took a lot of effort to move himself to the side, and the toys on the small wooden bed creaked as he shook them.
As soon as he turned over, he saw Cristiano's face facing him through the gap in the crib bars, and his young father still had one hand on the crib.
When Junior saw Cristiano's face, it was as if he had just tried very hard to see all the grievances of his father come out. He pressed the corners of his mouth down hard, and couldn't help pursing his lips, looking like he was about to cry.
Cristiano was awakened by the movement of the small toy hanging on the crib. He opened his eyes drowsily and focused his vision for two seconds before he suddenly remembered that it was his Junior!
He sat up quickly and saw that the little guy had turned sideways with his big eyes open and his soft little mouth pouting, looking like he was about to cry.
Cristiano quickly turned on the night light and took the little guy out of the bed.
As soon as Junior met Cristiano's concerned gaze, all the grievances and tears that he had been holding back burst out uncontrollably.
He stretched out his short, chubby arms towards Cristiano, put his arms around Cristiano's neck, and cried softly.
——He really found his father.
Cristiano picked up the little guy skillfully. He pinched the diaper, which was still shrunken, so he murmured, "Are you hungry, Junior? Be good, hush, don't wake up your Rio papa."
He picked up Junior in one hand, went downstairs quietly, put the little guy in the baby chair, then pushed him into the kitchen and skillfully filled the bottle.
Although he hadn't done this for a long time, he searched for some learning videos and watched them, and now he is doing very well.
Junior's face was almost red. He stopped crying early and realized belatedly that his stomach was indeed empty.
He was still in regret, but the next second, he was picked up again and placed comfortably in a warm embrace.
Cristiano couldn't help laughing, this was amazing, he hadn't done that in a long time.
He sat on the sofa in the living room, under the dim warm floor lamp, holding the little one in one hand and holding the bottle in the other, feeding her milk while coaxing her softly, "Okay, my little Cris, fill your little tummy, and then we'll go back to sleep."
When Ferdinand went downstairs to get some water, he saw Cristiano sitting on the sofa. He was startled, and then he noticed that there was a little kid in the other's arms who was sucking on a bottle.
Ferdinand patted his forehead. He was so sleepy that he almost forgot there was a little devil in the house.
He walked over gently and asked quietly, "Do you need help?"
Cristiano shook his head: "He's very good."
"That's good. Put on some clothes? It's still a bit cold at night in this season, and the central air conditioning hasn't been turned on yet." Ferdinand saw that Cristiano was shirtless and probably got out of bed directly after being woken up by the baby, so he reminded him.
Cristiano nodded, even though he was far from cold.
Ferdinand threw a jacket to Cristiano.
Cristiano grinned.
After the little guy finished drinking, he patted his back gently to burp the milk, then he carried little Junior back to the bedroom upstairs.
Junior buried his face in Cristiano's warm chest, even his ears turned red.
Cristiano did not expose the boy's shame. He thought this must be a very difficult time for Junior. He held the boy firmly and whispered, "I love you, Junior. I will love you forever and ever."
Junior blinked and burrowed into his father's arms to wipe away the moisture in his eyes. If he could control his tongue, he would definitely answer his father - "I will love you forever and ever, too."
He listened to the steady heartbeat coming from his father's chest, slowly calmed down, closed his eyes with peace of mind, and let sleepiness take over him.
It actually doesn’t feel bad to be a child who can only rely on his father.
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The next day, Cristiano started to get busy.
"I have a child, Jorge," he told Mendes first.
Mendes thought it was another prank by the Portuguese superstar and responded nonchalantly: "Is it the kind that popped out of the cracks in the rocks? I don't remember any night activities you had that day, but Sir Alex Ferguson will have a record of it."
Cristiano: “…”
"I'm serious, Jorge, I have a child, you don't have to worry about where he comes from." He said seriously on the phone, "At present, only Kaka and Leo know about this, and the other one is you."
Mendes was silent for several seconds on the other end of the phone, and then he spoke after a long time: "Are you serious?... Listen to what you said, Cristiano Ronaldo! Damn, this is serious?!"
His voice became more and more excited and piercing. He took a breath, unable to believe that Cristiano had just given him such a bombshell.
"Where did this child come from? Don't fool me! Even if I don't ask you, those media reporters will keep asking!" Mendes yelled.
Cristiano didn't care. He was already good at dealing with Mendes's rage. He waited for the agent on the other end of the phone to speak harshly until the other party sounded calm, or had no strength left. Then he spoke:
"Jorge, I know what the media will ask me, but I won't say a word. The fact is that this child is mine and only mine. I have no obligation or need to tell anyone about the origin of this child, and they have no right to spy on my child."
Cristiano's voice sank, implying a warning: "If they dare to interfere too much with my children and my life, I will never let them go. I promise you, I will let them see the consequences."
It was the first time Mendes heard the boy's tone so serious and dangerous. Even through the phone, he seemed to be able to see how the other person's eyes were brewing a storm.
Mendes was silent for a while on the other end of the phone. After a while, he slowly spoke: "... But Cristiano, you have to know that the media is not as simple as you say. It is not that easy to fool. Even if you keep your mouth shut, they will make crazy guesses and come up with all kinds of unfounded and outrageous rumors..."
Cristiano interrupted Mendes and smiled: "That's why I told you the first time, Jorge, I trust you, I know you will take care of it for me, you will protect me and my children."
"..." Mendes paused for a few seconds, then gave up and cursed helplessly, "You are a bastard who is good at playing with people's hearts, Cristiano."
Cristiano raised his lips and retorted: "No, Jorge, I am not good at playing with people's hearts. On the contrary, I am just good at giving my heart. Jorge, are you willing to be the godfather of my child?"
Mendes almost opened his mouth in surprise. He had no reaction at all, and he didn't expect that Cristiano would ask him to be the child's godfather.
What does that mean?
Cristiano always told him that he trusted himself and trusted that he could arrange everything for the Portuguese superstar, but in fact, Mendes always had a panic - Cristiano grew up too fast, from the young boy who resolutely ran towards him in Lisbon to the prince superstar who landed at the Theatre of Dreams. Storms and honors always come together.
Mendes felt that he could no longer keep up with the other party. He always felt that the other party would leave him, just like when Cristiano gave up his already outstanding agent and turned to him.
Cristiano is like a gust of wind, everyone will be blown by the wind, but no one can catch him.
And now, Cristiano asked him if he was willing to be the child's godfather?
Mendes was stunned. He realized that this meant that the boy had proved to him with his actions, opened his arms to him, and welcomed him into his world.
Mendes wondered, perhaps his uncertainty had always been seen by the young people? Cristiano has completely proved everything and proved his sincerity.
"Maybe I spoke too early and you haven't digested the news yet. I can ask again when you're ready." Seeing that there was silence on the other end of the phone, Cristiano paused, lowered his eyes, and looked a little disappointed.
Perhaps he was too impatient and overestimated the bond he had established with Jorge at this time. After all, it had been several years since he made this suggestion in his previous life. They had been through so much together that they trusted and relied on each other enough.
Mendes came back to his senses after hearing this. He quickly said, "Of course I do! Cristiano, of course I do. I just didn't expect it... I was just too surprised."
Cristiano blinked: "So you are willing to be the second godfather of my child? That's great!"
"...Who was the first godfather?" Mendes keenly grasped the key point in Cristiano's words. He thought of another insider, "Is it Kaka?"
That's normal. After all, Kaka knew her earlier and he can accept it. Mendes comforted himself in this way.
"No, it's Leo," Cristiano replied.
Mendes: “…”
After all, Cristiano is living in someone else's house now, and Ferdinand has always taken good care of Cristiano... Damn it! The first godfather is actually Rio Ferdinand? !
"Oh, by the way, Jorge." Cristiano suddenly remembered something before hanging up the phone. He coughed lightly, "There's one more thing. Kaka may have some news for you too."
"Kaka? It's nothing. Kaka would never do something as unreliable as you." Mendes waved his hand.
"After what happened to you, I think nothing will ever cause the slightest ripple in my heart again." He smirked.
Cristiano made a face, but unfortunately Mendes couldn't see it through the phone.
That's better, he thought to himself, Jorge jan.
When Mendes received a call from Kaka in the afternoon, he wished he could twist off his own head for saying this in the morning.
"Yes, Jorge, I have a child." The Son of Brazil said in a gentle voice with a hint of smile, "With the blessing of God, this is an incredible gift. I think you should share this joy with us."
Mendes: "..."Thank you, I really don't want to.
"Wait, who else knew about this?" Mendes asked sharply.
"Cris, and my teammates?" Kaka coughed lightly.
In fact, he didn't originally intend to let his teammates know about this so soon.
But as soon as the child left the space, he started crying and making a fuss. Kaka had to ask his captain for help, and as a result, everyone knew about it.
His teammates all gathered at his home and looked at little Luca curiously.
"Oh my god Kaka, I didn't expect you to be so fast..." Seedorf gasped and looked at the little guy on the bed, then turned to Kaka in disbelief, "Where did this child come from!? You..."
Aren't you religious? ah? ? Schrodinger's teaching? ? ?
Kaka coughed lightly. It was difficult for him to explain the origin of this child to his teammates. Although he had been thinking about giving a reasonable explanation for the child's origin, he still couldn't find the most suitable one.
Fortunately, Maldini and Shevchenko saw his embarrassment considerately, and they changed the subject and said: "This child really looks like you, Kaka, congratulations on becoming a father, this is a big thing."
"Kaka, this child will be your mirror, and you will be his mirror. It's wonderful. I think this is a good chemical reaction. It will urge you to become a better person." Maldini said softly. He looked at Kaka gently. His blue eyes seemed to have the power to embrace everything, making people feel reliable and at ease.
Kaka nodded slightly and looked at his captain with gratitude.
Costa was teasing the child and said, "I thought you didn't want a child... Well, I mean, I didn't see that you liked children, or that you wanted a child so badly."
He paused, suddenly thought of something, and widened his eyes slightly: "Wait, does Cristiano know?! Where did this child come from???"
Grass.
Upon hearing this, Maldini and others paused and looked at Kaka.
Kaka: "...In fact, we each have a child, and this is a decision we reached together."
Costa breathed a sigh of relief and scratched his head. Although he found it a little strange, this was the choice of the two young men.
"Cristiano also has a child?! When did this happen?!" Costa screamed.
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