C21 I'm...sorry Neymar

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"Okay, I'm going to go take a shower first, and then we'll run you a bath. Okay Davi?" I said as I placed my stuff on the couch.

Neymar walked in behind me, with Davi in his arms. "Don't worry, you can go shower, I'll bathe Davi to make things easier." Neymar said putting Davi down on the couch.

"Do you really want to do that, because-"

"Deus Abe, I know how to bathe a child. Now go shower!" He said annoyed.

I huffed and looked at him with pity. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I said and walked towards the staircase.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"I'm going to be out in 20 minutes. Davi should be clean by then." I said and walked upstairs to my room.

I walked into my room and walked to the closet. I opened it and grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and my maroon sweatshirt from pink.

I then went into the shower and cleaned myself.

After 20 minutes I came out dressed. I left my hair down because I was too lazy to touch it. I then heard splashing and giggling. I smirked knowing that this would happen.

Neymar doesn't know how to handle Davi and his baths. Davi really like water. He treats anything big filled with water like a swimming pool. And since mummy's little man loves to swim, I'm sure the outcome will present itself.

I walked to Davi's room and walked into the bathroom. I cupped my mouth to prevent myself from laughing at Neymar.

Neymar was soaked in water and his hair was wet. That made me laugh because Neymar loves his hair and the last thing he wants is for his master piece to be ruined.

"Abe, I swear if you-"

I couldn't help it. I started laughing. This was too funny. Davi was in the tub and he was giggling as well.

"I was going to tell you but like always, you wanted your way. So here, fix it. You have 10 minutes or you're out. If you don't have him cleaned, brushed and dressed in that time, you have to do whatever I say." I said slyly.

"And if I do?" He said in the same tone.

"Vice versa." I said and walked out.

I knew what I was getting myself into. But a part of me was excited to win, and a part of me really wanted to lose to see what he does.

***

I was in the kitchen figuring out what to make for dinner. It had been about 9 minutes-as I was keeping track on my phone- and there was still no sign of Neymar and Davi.

I looked at the time and saw that there was 30 seconds until I won. I grinned knowing that in just a few seconds I would be able to get Neymar to do whatever I want.

My grin dropped as I looked towards the stairs and saw the boys coming down the stairs.

"And with 10 seconds to spare." He said as he made his way into the kitchen. He sat Davi on the island stools and sat on a stool beside him.

"How did you...?" I said in disbelief.

I looked at Davi and saw that he was dressed in his pjs, his hair was combed and his teeth well brushed.

"Abe, I'm just that amazing. You should accept your defeat and be prepared to hear about what I have in store for you." He said smirking.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my hands over my chest. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "What is it that you want Junior?" I said.

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