Marc Bernal 10

Marc was a footballer for FC Barcelona, ​​a midfielder, one of the best. He was tall, 1.93 meters, dark-haired, with brown eyes and tattoos on his arms. As for his personality, he was very funny with everyone and a good person; he always knew what to say at the right moment. However, he was very sensitive with you; he even cried with you over something that happened in the Barça dressing room.

You had been dating since Marc was 19; now he's 25, and you weren't alone anymore—you had just had a baby named Luca. He was tall and handsome like his father, even though he was only 3 months old and looked like he was 6. But he was a baby who rarely cried; he only cried when he wanted something.

Barça had won the league, and now there was dinner with everyone from the team, including the players' girlfriends and children. Raphinha had a son, Gael, who was about eight years old, and he loved playing with Luca, even pretending to understand him when Luca started to babble. Now you were having dinner, and Gael was gently holding Luca and sat him on the floor in a corner, and they started to "talk." Although you, like everyone else, had an instinct, you couldn't stop watching the boy, wondering if he needed to nurse, sleep, or simply be with his mother, but Luca didn't seem alarmed. But Marc was. Marc was tired, and not from this. He loved the family, but he was worried about you. You were barely sleeping, and you hardly let him do anything. He spoke to a psychologist who said it was normal in the first few months after giving birth, but he was worried about you, and that's why, while you were eating and looking at Luca, he was looking at you, trying to tell you to relax. And now Flick started talking…