Chapter 150
The two of them didn't stay in the bathroom for long before they came out. Cristiano's eyes and nose were slightly red, as if they had been rubbed hard.
Luca stretched his legs, turned over in bed and looked at the two of them. Seeing this, he cried out "Ahhh" softly, pointing at his Uncle Cristiano.
Could this be wiped by his father? But who knows? Luca thought about the strength of his father's hand when he wiped his butt, and looked at Uncle Cristiano with shame and sympathy. His father's hand was indeed quite strong.
Cristiano didn't understand what the little guy was shouting. He walked over, picked up Luca, and touched Luca's belly: "Is he hungry? But his belly feels round..."
"I just gave him some fruit puree backstage, so he won't be hungry." Kaka said, tilting his head and reaching for Luca's diaper again, "It can't be--"
Luca suddenly twisted his body in anger, trying to avoid his father's hand, and screamed "Ahhh" even louder in shame and anger.
Couldn't his father stop worrying about his diapers? !
Cristiano quickly tightened his embrace and gently touched the diaper under the little guy's butt. It was dry and shriveled. He said, "It shouldn't be."
Luca was relieved and thanked his Uncle Cristiano for saving him, he hugged Cristiano's neck tightly and refused to look at his father again.
Cristiano laughed: "It seems that Luca just has a strong desire to talk. Junior is different. He is much quieter."
Kaka shook his head helplessly when he heard that. Luka's desire to babble always made his ears restless. He could never guess what the little guy wanted to do. However, the world of a baby is limited to the things necessary for life.
He tried to take Luca away to wash up, but his previous behavior of questioning the little guy completely annoyed Luca. Relying on the fact that he was born on Cristiano's body, he twisted his body left and right to avoid Kaka's movements.
Cristiano was amused. He used one hand to block Kaka and used the other hand to hold the little guy's butt firmly, coaxing him, "Okay, let me take you to wash up today, okay? Kaka papa, move aside. Who told him to slander our baby Luca?"
Kaka looked at his lover with a smile: "You come? Really? He is very naughty."
Cristiano raised his eyebrows: "Naughty? I have taken care of children before. Besides, who wouldn't be naughty?"
Luca heard the conversation between Kaka and Cristiano, and belatedly realized his own childishness.
Oh my God, he could never let these two fathers know that he had this memory. It would bring shame to him as far as the Atlantic Ocean.
Cristiano took Luca into the bathroom. He pulled the sliding door and before closing it, he winked at Kaka and raised the corners of his mouth: "Now is the parent-child time for Cristiano and baby Luca. Mr. Kaka, please do not enter!"
As Kaka watched Cristiano enter the bathroom, he had no idea that half an hour later he would have two big kids playing with bubbles and water guns in the bathtub.
Cristiano took Luca in and hadn't come out for half an hour, which made Kaka unable to resist and wanted to go in to see if Cristiano needed help.
As a result, when he opened the sliding door of the bathroom, he was first hit by the hot air in the room, and then he saw in the deepest part of the spacious bathroom, in a semi-circular bathtub that could accommodate four or five people, one big and one small, with a bunch of white bubbles on their heads.
——Cristiano was still carefully piling more foam on Luca.
There is a water dispenser next to the bathtub, within arm's reach. Kaka also noticed that Cristiano filled it with water, most likely for Luca.
The hot water in the bathroom was full of steam, just like soaking in a low-end sauna. Luca lay on Cristiano's arms, happily kicking the water and bubbles, having a lot of fun.
Kaka: “…”
Cristiano sensitively noticed the cool air convection rushing in. He looked towards the door and saw his helpless lover looking at him speechlessly.
Cristiano glanced at the time and noticed that they had been playing for almost half an hour. Little Luca had inherited his father's good physical strength.
He smiled awkwardly and quickly washed away the foam on Luca's head.
"Okay! Woohoo! Luca, the little rocket, takes off!" Cristiano lifted the cleaned Luca out of the bathtub and shouted with sound effects, making Luca laugh again.
“Ah, ah!”—Do it again! It turns out that babies can be so happy!
Luca took advantage of the fact that no one knew that this little baby was actually a teenager at heart, so he waved his arms excitedly.
His father would never play with him like this! When taking a bath, you would at most put some small bath toys in it, but Cristiano knows so many ways to play with them!
Cristiano took the large dry towel from Kaka, put it on Luca's head, gently wrapped up the excited little guy, wiped the water off his body, and coaxed with a smile: "Okay, parent-child time is over, if you soak any more, your skin will wrinkle!"
He lowered his head and gently rubbed Luca's little nose with the tip of his nose, then applied talcum powder on the little guy, and finally handed it to Kaka cleanly.
Luca had completely forgotten that he was having a tantrum with his father before taking a bath. He happily hooked his arms around Kaka's neck and returned to the bed, still twisting his body.
But when Cristiano had tidied himself and came out, Luca had already fallen asleep by Kaka.
Cristiano smiled and quietly lay down on the bed. He slept on the left side of Luka. He looked at Kaka and said, "He looks so good when he sleeps."
"It's a completely different scene once you open your eyes." Kaka whispered.
Cristiano grinned silently, then whispered in a breathy voice: "He's exactly like you. You always talk a lot. When you were at Real Madrid, you were never the quiet one."
Kaka smiled, looked at the sleeping Luca with soft eyes, and nodded slightly.
"But there are not many quiet ones." He said that all of their teammates are quite noisy.
Cristiano touched his chin and thought for a moment: "James, he counts as one."
"And Karim." Cristiano added quickly, remembering that Kaka had already left when James arrived. "Karim was also quite quiet."
Kaka raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Karim is quiet?"
He suspected that the Benzema and Cristiano in his impression were not the same person.
Cristiano thought about it.
In his impression, Benzema is a Frenchman who maintains a sense of distance, is approachable but not uncomfortable, and is very sensible. They have become very good partners and friends.
When they win, everyone will celebrate together, but when they lose, Cristiano often just wants to find a quiet place to digest the frustration of the game. His teammates will cheer each other up, but he doesn't really want to join in.
Benzema is a good companion. When he is around, he never says a word, as if he knows Cristiano doesn't need these useless words. He is so quiet that he seems to not exist.
But they both understood how it felt to lose, so even if the other party didn't say anything, Cristiano felt it was much better than being alone.
Cristiano nodded affirmatively: "Yes, that's right."
Kaka could only shrug his shoulders. He rarely said anything behind people's backs, but he still thought that there was some discrepancy between what Benzema and Cristiano said.
Maybe sometimes the French striker is a little quiet, but many times, he sees Benzema who is always aggressive and motivated - this is not to say that the opponent is bad, which is always indispensable for a striker, but it does not go well with quietness.
Kaka did not discuss with Cristiano whether Benzema was quiet or not. He leaned closer to Cristiano, kissed his forehead through Luca, and whispered, "I'm going to wash up, don't wait for me, you should go to bed early too."
"It's just a while. I won't fall asleep so quickly." Cristiano smiled and waved his hand, signaling Kaka to hurry up.
Kaka responded, dimmed the light on the bedside table, then got up and walked into the bathroom.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Cristiano had already slipped into the bed, with most of his face hidden in the bed as if he was afraid of the cold. He lay on his side facing Luca, with his long body slightly curled up, in almost the same sleeping position as Luca next to him.
Kaka grinned, took out his cell phone, turned it to silent mode and quickly took a photo. He looked at the photo carefully and had to resist the urge to set it as the screen saver.
Oh my God, his Cris, his little Luca, Kaka sighed softly in his heart with satisfaction.
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Cristiano's flight was in the morning. When Mendes came to pick him up, he saw that Cristiano was full of energy and had a bright smile. He raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you had a good rest yesterday. I thought you would not be able to rest because of the baby's noise."
"Luca is very good." Cristiano retorted.
"Doesn't the little guy recognize his bed? That's a good habit." Mendes was a little surprised. Although he had never taken care of a child, he often heard people say that babies are very sensitive to where they sleep and will cry at night if they are moved to another place.
Cristiano shrugged: "So I say he's very good."
Mendes smiled and waved to Kaka who came out with him: "So you are going back to Milan? Be careful on the road."
"Okay Jorge, you too." Kaka smiled. He looked at Cristiano, tapped the back of his ear, and signaled to see him in the old time and space.
Cristiano curled his eyes.
"You two have a lot of private contact, right?" Mendes said after getting in the car.
Cristiano paused and looked at his agent.
"By phone?" Mendes asked.
Cristiano realized that Mendes took Kaka's hint as a phone call, and he smiled: "What else? We can't just write a letter!"
"Then you should know what he is going to do next? Real Madrid," Mendes said.
Cristiano nodded, there was no doubt about it.
Mendes looked at Cristiano and said, "What about you? You told me before that you were going to Real Madrid, but that was a few years ago. What about now? Have you changed your mind?"
A few years ago, he didn't know that Real Madrid would be in the top 16 every year, and its competitiveness even in La Liga was somewhat weak, not to mention that it was always suppressed by its derby rival Barcelona.
Real Madrid means enormous pressure for both the club and the players. They have to play under the growing dissatisfaction of the fans, and this is definitely not a good place to grow.
For Cristiano, Real Madrid is by no means the best choice, it can even be said to be bad.
"Yes, Jorge, it's still Real Madrid," Cristiano said affirmatively.
"Go to Barcelona, what you want are championships and trophies, Real Madrid..." Mendes frowned.
But he was interrupted by Cristiano: "Then I will lead Real Madrid to win championships and trophies, that's not a problem."
Mendes paused after hearing this, he looked at Cristiano, and was so stunned by the other party's words that he didn't know what to say.
He saw the determination and unshakable spirit in the other's eyes. In any decisive football decision, he had never been able to shake Cristiano in the slightest.
After a long silence, he could only shake his head and sigh, "I wanted you to help persuade Kaka not to go to Real Madrid, but it seems that's impossible, right?"
"Yes." Cristiano laughed, "But Jorge, now is not the right time. I said that I will consider going somewhere else only when I win a Champions League for Manchester United."
"Okay Chris." Mendes also curled up the corners of his mouth.
He always liked Cristiano's determination, self-confidence and pride, which were contagious and gave people motivation, as if nothing was impossible.
He had to admit that he gained from Cristiano something more important than money, power, connections, resources...
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