And I Love Her

Chapter 5 - Da Silva

A month later and I'm sat in a black leather chair in JFK, awaiting Carolina, Davi, and Neymar.

She's getting married.

Like, real married.

Like "white gown-in a church-I do-'til death do us part'" married.

Big deal

You think you're going to die alone?

Yes. At this point, yes.

Cats like you land on their feet

I mean Kats

Ha!

I shake my head and roll my eyes as I read what Toni just texted me.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not

But, here's a deal

If we're both single five years from now, let's just get married

Ohh, that I like :)

Safety Net-Toni... and Jessica? Is she okay with this?

Safety Net-Kat.

She better be, ha

How about we skip the five years and get to it?

Sounds like a plan

I find myself laughing at my phone as I hear someone cheer my name. I hadn't realized I was too preoccupied to get on my feet and greet the family like a decent human being.

"Davi!" I cheer as I bring him in for a hug.

I plant a kiss on his cheek before standing up and leaving a kiss on Carolina's cheek and giving her a hug.

"That way?" She asks me and I nod. "Come on, Davi," she takes her son's hand.

She knew what she was doing, leaving me and Neymar behind. The little reunion I knew I wanted, but knew I never deserved.

"Katalina," he smiles at me.

"Neymar," I smile back.

We embrace each other in a tight hug and I find myself shutting my eyes and not wanting to let go.

I eventually do so, and there's still a smile on Neymar's face.

"Good to see you," I barely speak.

"You too, Kat," he smiles.

We start walking out of the terminal and to the parking lot across the road to get to my car.

Carolina doesn't stop talking about the flight the whole way there and I make a mental note to thank her later since she's only doing it to avoid awkward silences between Neymar and I. Although every time we look at one another we're just smiling, as if we're basking.

"Davi," I smile back to him as we begin arriving at my now organized apartment.

I rushed the unpacking and cleaning after Neymar called up on Skype a month ago.

"Are you tired, sweetie?" I ask him as he drifts away.

"So, this is your new place?" Neymar asks as I park and we begin getting out of the car.

"Yep, my friend Amy helped me find it," I explain. "It's a small space... but it reminded me of my apartment in Madrid," I give Neymar a smile and he begins to laugh.