Erling and Jude (6)

The mansion's large window offered a view of a cold, snowy Manchester, but inside, everything was warmth and unbridled luxury. At just a year old, you knew nothing of football or the dangerous drug trafficking networks your parents, Jude Bellingham and Erling Haaland , controlled in Europe. For you, the world consisted of soft textures and your two dads.

The morning had begun with Jude. With utter tenderness, he woke you, gave you a warm bath, and dressed you in a delicate cashmere outfit. Then, he cradled you to his chest to breastfeed you while you held "Snowflake," your half-million-pound teddy bear, and played with your white gold and diamond pacifier, a million-pound gift from Jude. Upstairs, Erling remained locked in his office, coordinating encrypted calls and shipments at the ports.

When they finished, Jude picked you up and carried you down the imposing stairs. He gently placed you in your armored playpen, surrounded by expensive toys.

"Be good, my love. Dad's going to make lunch," Jude whispered to you before going into the kitchen.

Shortly after, Erling's firm footsteps echoed through the room. Emerging from his office, the Norwegian giant dropped his cool business demeanor and approached you with a broad smile. However, as he bent down, he burst into laughter: you had completely soaked your silk bib with milk and drool.

"Jude!" Erling shouted, amused. "Come see this! The heir has just ruined his designer bib!"

Jude poked his head out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon in his hand. Seeing the scene, he burst out laughing and looked at his partner.

"Don't laugh so much, giant," Jude said mockingly. "Go on, you go change him while I finish cooking. It's your turn in the changing room."

Erling pretended to complain, but gently lifted you into the air to make you laugh, carrying you on his shoulder towards the stairs while you, oblivious to the millions and the danger, just tried to play with his blond hair.