The First Summer Storm

The hum of summer in North London was different this year

Tobi stood at the glass sliding door, shirtless, a mug of coffee resting in his hand, and his eyes focused on the gentle drizzle beginning to dance across the patio. The twins—Liam and Thiago—had already started their morning cries, and from upstairs, Emilia's soft voice called out in the middle of a yawn.

"I got Luna, can you check on the boys?"

"Yeah," Tobi replied instinctively, already placing the mug down and jogging barefoot across the living room carpet toward the nursery.

It had been three months since the final—his second Champions League title, his second Premier League medal—and everything had changed.

No more wild afterparties. No more late-night strategy talks with teammates or video calls with his agent. His days now revolved around four tiny humans and one exhausted but beautiful woman who still looked like a goddess to him even in pajamas and messy hair.