It's a Secret but, I Love You | Cristiano Ronaldo

Tap that star if you think Cristiano Ronaldo has really nice eyebrows

Ten questions in and Dolores Aveiro still won't let Adrianna get up to eat something. Instead she's instructed to sit and answer more questions while watching Cristiano and RJ nom on delicious meals and slurp on their drinks as loud as possible. "So, when is your birthday?" Dolores asked before she sipped from a new cup of tea.

"June seventeenth." Adrianna answered hoping that would be the end to that question, but of course there's always an extension.

"What year, may I ask?"

"Nineteen eighty-nine—"

"Four years after Cristiano was born! That age difference isn't so bad."

"Yup— can I eat now?"

"No no..." —Dolores leaped onto Adrianna to prevent her from standing up— "j-just a little bit longer, we're almost done. I want to get to know you— you know, like what you like, our personal interests..."

"Mom, she's hungry." Cristiano said as he got up from his sofa and fed Adrianna some of his dish. "It's Bacalhau à Brás, my favorite." He told Anna as she closed her mouth on the fork and felt him pull it out. "I'm not sure if you like cod or not but you're probably starving by now so it doesn't matter."

"I like how you didn't even ask me if I was allergic to cod." Adrianna exclaimed after she swallowed, ignoring how concentrated Dolores was on her every action. "I could've died just now."

"But you didn't and you're not allergic to anything." Cristiano retorted.

"Yes I am."

"To what?"

"Stupidity."

Dolores chuckled and then pulled her hair back. "Then how have you dealt with my son all these years?"

"I honestly don't know." Anna admitted. "It's like being punished for every wrong doing I've committed by falling in love with Cris."

Cristiano's eyes widened at her words. "So you admit that you're in love with me?"

Adrianna snapped twice at Cris while she said "My friend," then finished her sentence with "clear your head— I said it is like, not it is." She stood up with the unnecessary assistance from Ronaldo and wiped off any saliva his mother might've left on her. "Can we take a break now?" Anna politely asked Dolores as she entwined her fingers with her son's. "I need to eat something and check on RJ to make sure he's alright."

"Fine. May I ask one last question though, please?" Dolores asked, then took a breath when Anna nodded with a sigh. "Adrianna LaMarte, please, and I beg with all of my heart, love my son in times of goodness and of sadness. He's been through a lot and I know that you're the only one to help him through the future hardships he'll encounter. I can tell you're not interested in him for his money or for the publicity he'll give you, but for the person he really is deep down inside his heart and behind all those shirtless photos and one-night stands. We know he's a good person, but with him constantly on the road and me always at home it's hard for me to make everyone realize that he's not what they think he is. That's why I'm begging you, Adrianna, make them see who I see— who we see and know with all of our heart. And maybe, if all goes well, you'll be Adrianna Aveiro instead of LaMarte!"

"I'm sure it will be one day..." Cristiano added. He smiled and wrapped an arm around his teammate. However, Adrianna didn't returned the favor and decided to aggressively yank his lean arm off and and wipe his must off of her clothes. "Hey, I'm just saying what you don't have the guts to say."