Marc Benal 11

Marc and you had been a couple for a few years. You were a second-year university student, while Marc had graduated with a teaching degree the previous year. He studied teaching because he loved children, but he was actually a footballer for FC Barcelona and one of the best, playing as a midfielder, while you continued living with your parents in Barcelona and attending university…

Although the relationship wasn't entirely public, you weren't hiding it. Marc needed you close, so he didn't care as long as you were safe. Besides, you weren't in any rush, since you hadn't even kissed yet. He was your first boyfriend, and for him, it was his first serious relationship, so he didn't want to mess things up. You got along great with his parents, both his mother and father, and his siblings, but especially with his mother, since she'd only ever had boys and you were like her daughter to her. She practically wanted you to come to the games so you could talk about something other than football…

It was the 2030 World Cup, most of the tournament was being played in Spain, and Marc asked you to go with him. Luckily, you had already finished university. The great thing about the matches was that afterward you could go down to the pitch with the players and all that—well, just you, the players' families. In the hotel room, you slept with Marc's mother, since Marc was with the Spanish national team. The Spanish team wanted to try to win their third World Cup and defend their second star in 2026, and this time Marc was actually called up, since Rodri unfortunately had to withdraw due to injury.

Today was the quarter-final against Morocco, who as always caused a stir in the World Cup, but this time, let's hope not, and there was Marc, with his 1.93 meters, in the middle of the field, meanwhile, Marc's mother was talking to you..

“Well, my dear, I don’t understand any of this, no matter how much you explain it to me…”