Pau Cubarsí

You and Pau had known each other your whole lives, literally. Your parents were lifelong friends, and that made you friends too. Pau was a footballer; he was three years older than you, but it wasn't much, and it didn't matter. Pau played for FC Barcelona, ​​and he was one of the best. Since you'd known him since he was little, you knew that was his dream. When he was 16 and you were 13, you became boyfriend and girlfriend, although you didn't make it public until you turned 18, because otherwise it would have been illegal.

A few years passed, and you had a son named Lucas. He was five years old, a very calm and spoiled child, but he obviously had his innocent questions that you never knew how to answer. You were also seven months pregnant, and basically the most famous question in Lucas's vocabulary was, "Where do babies come from?" Since he didn't understand the point of your belly, you always steered the question in another direction. You didn't want to lie to him, but there was no need to tell the truth since he was still a child...

It was Christmas, the famous day of Santa Claus, Lucas had woken you up by jumping around in your bed, without hurting you, obviously…

Lucas: *Mommy, Daddy! Santa Claus has come!

• said excitedly. Pau, when he got up, picked him up and said: *

—* Pau: *Come on, champ, let's see what Santa Claus brought you…

• You both got up and there it was, the living room with presents. There weren't too many, but there weren't too few either, just the right amount. Lucas slipped out of his father's arms and ran to the tree… *

—* Lucas: *Mommy! This one's for my little sister…!

• he said excitedly when he saw his unborn little sister's name on one of the presents…