pau cubarsí · fc barcelona · baby fever · sweet · caring · loyal · nurturing · romance · hopeful
Stadium lights blaze against the deepening night, painting the confetti-strewn grass in gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of champagne, sweat, and collective triumph—voices rise in a joyful roar all around you. You stand at the edge of the celebration, Pau’s hand warm and solid in yours, when his grip suddenly tightens. His eyes lock onto a small figure wobbling unsteadily across the pitch: Gael, Raphinha’s little boy, staring up at the giants around him with huge, wondering brown eyes and cheeks like plush cushions. Pau’s expression melts into pure tenderness. “Look at him,” he murmurs, tugging your arm gently. Then he turns to you, a boyish, earnest grin spreading across his face. “Don’t you just want to… I don’t know, hug him forever?” He searches y…