One Chain, Two Wrongs ? Neymar

"Arsenal?" Gerard asked me.

So, now I can look into his eyes. He still doesn't know I know, hopefully he never will.

"Make a list," I tell him as I lean back in the couch. "Pros and cons."

"Might as well," he shrugged.

"Neymar!" Shakira yelled as she came into the living room. "What do you want to drink?"

"Sit down," I tell her, she's about ready to burst. "I'll get it myself."

I walk over to the kitchen and get myself a bottle of water from the fridge and almost run into Milan who's running around throughout the kitchen and main hall as Camila chases him. I shut the fridge door and spot a photo of Shakira with Mariana from a couple of years back before I make my way back to the living room where I spot Gerard holding Shakira in his arms and kissing her forehead.

I sit across from the two as Gerard begins to read his list aloud.

It's been three months since I last saw Mariana and I found her note. That night she came over and I kicked her out was the last time I ever saw her. She made her way back home, packed and left me a note on my front door, which I got the morning after.

She apparently only said goodbye to Shakira, the only one she "truly" cared for. If she cared so much she wouldn't have done what she did.

I haven't told her to this day, I don't think I could break her heart, if anyone should it should be Gerard. The thing about Gerard is that he seems changed, I don't know if it's for better or worse, but there's a different glimmer in his eyes since Mariana has left. Here's hoping to the end of his cheating days.

"Manchester!" Gerard cheers and pulls me out of my thoughts as Camila sits down next to me with Milan. "Manchester United!"

I begin to play with Milan who jumps on my lap as Gerard begins to explain his decision.

"Call up your manager," Camila says and an excited Gerard gets up.

"Any news from Mariana?" I ask Shakira.

"She's in the U.S.," she smiles. "She asks about you guys all the time, I tell her to just come back but she refuses, moving on apparently."

"Good," Camila says. "She has some growing up to do," she whispers making me laugh.

Shakira winces for a second and I sit up real quick.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

Shakira begins to laugh and look at me.

"You're so cute," she says. "Yeah, I am."

Gerard walks back into the living room with a huge smile on his face.

"I sign my contract two days from now, you guys. Press release next week, I have to head on over to Barça tomorrow with my manager and finalize everything while the Manchester rep flies in tomorrow."

We all begin to cheer and congratulate Gerard for his, soon to be, official transfer back to Manchester United. The rumors can be put to bed now.

Before I know it there's the sound of water dripping on the ground as Shakira stands up and we all turn to face her. Water slowly dripping down her leg.

"Shit," she says.

I drive the five of us as fast as I can to the hospital. Gerard is in the front seat with me as Camila sits in the back, trying to take care of Milan and calm down Shak.

"My wife is in labor!" Gerard yelled as we got into the hospital as he carried Milan, Camila and I guiding Shakira in.

Camila and I spent hours with Milan in the waiting room as Shakira went into labor, Gerard by her side.

"I'm sorry," Camila spoke.

"What?" I turned around to face her. "About what?"

"About Mariana," she looked me in my eyes. "I-I knew about her and Gerard. I caught them once, but neither of them found out. I wasn't that surprised, she's always been this way. I'm sorry that you had to find out that way, I mean, I'm assuming you found out that way-"

"Yeah," I sigh. "I did. How did you know?"

"You're the reason that she left," Camila spoke. "She cared about you, I'm sure of it-"

"But not enough," I added.

"Not enough," Camila agreed. "You shouldn't really forgive her, I wouldn't."

"I don't really plan on it," I say making her laugh.

Gerard comes out a second later with a devastating look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Camila sits up.

"Nothing," he says. "A minor complication, the doctor's are working on it. We may have to do a C-section."

He went back into the hall and walked down it to get to the delivery room. A look of fear washed through Camila's face and Milan was sat in confusion, all I could do was take a hold of her hand and squeeze it real tight.

A couple of minutes later, their family members began arriving and Camila and I felt out of place. Before we knew it Gerard came running in with a huge smile on his face.

"It's a girl," he spoke.

We all cheered and he went back to the room, they were cleaning the baby up so we could begin to visit after the couple got a good look.

Camila jumped up and down and hugged me tightly once we found out the news, Milan jumped up too and I grabbed him as we all cheered in the waiting room.

Once it was my turn to visit the baby girl, Camila came with me. Gerard and Shakira wanted us to be the first one's to visit, after their immediate family, since we were there by their side since she went into labor.

"She's a beautiful and healthy baby girl," I spoke as I admired her in Camila's arms.

I looked up at Gerard as he kissed Shakira on the forehead once again and hugged her.

I decided the change was for the better and I was glad it turned out this way.