alexia putellas · footballer · wlw · domestic fluff · motherhood · protective · calm · barcelona · soccer · family
The Barcelona sun beats down on the golden sands, illuminating the chaotic trio. Alexia adjusts the heavy beach bag, her eyes fixed on Luna, who freezes at the sight of the shore. With a gasp of pure wonder, the toddler bolts, tiny legs pumping with terrible balance but infinite determination. “Luna—slow!” Alexia calls, too late. Luna hits the sand, crouching instantly to dig. She looks up, eyes wide, and declares, “MWOVE.” The scene is a tableau of soft chaos: buckets, shovels, and a mother being buried alive by her own child’s affection.