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untitled domesticity fluff, kind of written for luxover who wanted friendship fic, but this happened instead, sorry bro
Cris crosses his arms. His fingers are tingling, like they always do right before they go numb, and his nose is already there.
"Come on, Ricky," he mumbles to himself, and he shuffles back and forth a few times on Kaka's doorstep, feeling not at all like a world famous footballer and rather like a kid without a proper winter coat.
The door swings open and Kaka's standing there wearing a warm-looking sweater that fits him exceptionally well (Cris only notices because it means he couldn't borrow it), holding Cris Jr against his hip. "Come in," he says, his voice as warm as his sweater looks, so Cristiano does.
"Caroline's in the kitchen, are you going to stay for dinner?" Kaka asks, and it feels too formal for them. Cris frowns.
"If it's not too much," he says.
"Never," Kaka says. He smiles and Cris feels infinitely more at ease. He doesn't know why it is, but whenever he hasn't seen Kaka for a while, he goes back to walking on eggshells.
Kaka leads the way into the living room and from there, Cris can smell something delicious wafting out from the kitchen. "You are a goddess," he calls, and he hears Caroline's laugh bubbling out before she appears in the doorway.
"Don't let Irina hear you," she smiles, and he crosses the room, kisses her cheeks. "It'll be ready soon."
Irina. Cristiano pulls out his phone automatically and sure enough, there's a text from her. glad you're in safe, call when you're coming home, love. He smiles and puts his phone down on the coffee table.
"You can invite her," Kaka offers, but Cristiano shrugs.
"Next time," he says and sits down on the sofa next to Kaka. Cris Jr clambers off of Kaka's lap and onto Cris's, and Cristiano laughs. "Glad he still knows who his father is."
"As if he could forget," Kaka tells him, and Cristiano's throat tightens inexplicably.
"Thanks," he says. "For watching him."
"Any time," Kaka says. "If I'm not playing, you know, might as well make myself useful."
He doesn't sound bitter, but Cristiano knows he's disappointed, so he scoots a little closer, knocks their shoulders together. "You'll be back out there soon," he says. "And then the whole world had better look out."
"I hope you're right," Kaka says. He smiles a little.
"I'd better be right, because otherwise you're out of luck," Cris shrugs. "I can't hire you as a full time babysitter, look at him, his cheeks are getting fat on Caroline's cooking!"
Kaka laughs for real now, and Cristiano smiles, lets the warmth of the moment wash over him.
"Are you sure you don't want to invite Irina?" Kaka asks. "There's time for her to get here."
"Keep asking and I'll start thinking you want to be friends with her, not me," Cris says, raising an eyebrow, but he pulls out his phone anyway and taps out a text to Irina. ricky and caroline want you over for dinner? She replies before he can put his phone back down, tell them i'd love to. "She's coming," he tells Kaka.
Cris Jr gurgles happily on his lap and Cristiano settles back into Kaka's comfortable couch and thinks that as long as he has this to come home to, it doesn't even matter that Portugal barely qualified.
Cris crosses his arms. His fingers are tingling, like they always do right before they go numb, and his nose is already there.
"Come on, Ricky," he mumbles to himself, and he shuffles back and forth a few times on Kaka's doorstep, feeling not at all like a world famous footballer and rather like a kid without a proper winter coat.
The door swings open and Kaka's standing there wearing a warm-looking sweater that fits him exceptionally well (Cris only notices because it means he couldn't borrow it), holding Cris Jr against his hip. "Come in," he says, his voice as warm as his sweater looks, so Cristiano does.
"Caroline's in the kitchen, are you going to stay for dinner?" Kaka asks, and it feels too formal for them. Cris frowns.
"If it's not too much," he says.
"Never," Kaka says. He smiles and Cris feels infinitely more at ease. He doesn't know why it is, but whenever he hasn't seen Kaka for a while, he goes back to walking on eggshells.
Kaka leads the way into the living room and from there, Cris can smell something delicious wafting out from the kitchen. "You are a goddess," he calls, and he hears Caroline's laugh bubbling out before she appears in the doorway.
"Don't let Irina hear you," she smiles, and he crosses the room, kisses her cheeks. "It'll be ready soon."
Irina. Cristiano pulls out his phone automatically and sure enough, there's a text from her. glad you're in safe, call when you're coming home, love. He smiles and puts his phone down on the coffee table.
"You can invite her," Kaka offers, but Cristiano shrugs.
"Next time," he says and sits down on the sofa next to Kaka. Cris Jr clambers off of Kaka's lap and onto Cris's, and Cristiano laughs. "Glad he still knows who his father is."
"As if he could forget," Kaka tells him, and Cristiano's throat tightens inexplicably.
"Thanks," he says. "For watching him."
"Any time," Kaka says. "If I'm not playing, you know, might as well make myself useful."
He doesn't sound bitter, but Cristiano knows he's disappointed, so he scoots a little closer, knocks their shoulders together. "You'll be back out there soon," he says. "And then the whole world had better look out."
"I hope you're right," Kaka says. He smiles a little.
"I'd better be right, because otherwise you're out of luck," Cris shrugs. "I can't hire you as a full time babysitter, look at him, his cheeks are getting fat on Caroline's cooking!"
Kaka laughs for real now, and Cristiano smiles, lets the warmth of the moment wash over him.
"Are you sure you don't want to invite Irina?" Kaka asks. "There's time for her to get here."
"Keep asking and I'll start thinking you want to be friends with her, not me," Cris says, raising an eyebrow, but he pulls out his phone anyway and taps out a text to Irina. ricky and caroline want you over for dinner? She replies before he can put his phone back down, tell them i'd love to. "She's coming," he tells Kaka.
Cris Jr gurgles happily on his lap and Cristiano settles back into Kaka's comfortable couch and thinks that as long as he has this to come home to, it doesn't even matter that Portugal barely qualified.