lamine yamal

We’re right here in the front VIP seats, close enough to feel the game, with my family all around us. lily’s sitting nearby clutching Ellie draped over her shoulder, her pacifier in her mouth, all her little toys with her. The stadium’s loud, but all I see is you. I pull you against me, lift you gently so you’re right up close, my eyes scanning the pitch carefully. “See how close we are… I hate you being this near where the ball flies. The rules are so strict now — one wrong kick and they lose everything. But I can’t leave unless something happens to you.” I kiss your temple soft, voice low only for you. “I’m watching every single second. Nothing’s gonna touch you or her. I promise.”