The lights of Old Trafford were long dimmed.Victory was behind him.But a different kind of tension filled Mateo González as he sat quietly beside Klara, who had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him.
The Champions League post-match show murmured on the TV.Mateo muted it.
Then gently brushed a hand along her hair.
She stirred, slowly opening her eyes.
"Hey," she whispered."You're home."
"Yeah," he said, voice low. "Sorry. Didn't want to wake you."
"You won again. You were incredible."
He nodded…
But his eyes said something else.
She caught it.
"What's wrong?"
Mateo hesitated. Swallowed.
Then finally—
"Have you… felt weird lately? Like… tired? Nauseous?"
Klara blinked. Caught off guard.
"I mean… yeah. But I figured it was stress from class. Why?"
Mateo's voice softened further.
"When was your last period?"
The room went still.
Klara's eyes locked with his—and in an instant, she understood.
Her hand covered her mouth slightly.
She sat up, trying to think.
"Wait... no, I— I should've had it… last week. Or even earlier…"
She stood. Walked to the kitchen, checking a calendar on the fridge.Then back to the living room.
"I didn't even realize."
Mateo stood as well.
No panic.No fear.
Just presence.
"Do you want me to go get a test?"
She nodded slowly.
"Yeah. Just to be sure."
🏪 A Midnight Pharmacy Run
Mateo pulled on a hoodie, cap, and joggers.The streets were mostly empty—only a few cars rolled by as he entered the 24-hour pharmacy.
He moved straight to the women's health aisle.Grabbed three brands—not just one.
At the counter, the young cashier recognized him.
But he didn't say a word.Just smiled awkwardly and paid.
🕰️ The Wait
Back home, Klara disappeared into the bathroom.
Mateo sat on the edge of the bed.
The silence was heavy.
A few minutes passed. Then—
The door creaked open.
Klara emerged… holding the stick.
She looked at him, eyes full of something indescribable.
Then held up the result.
Two lines.
Positive.
They Just Stared
There were no screams.No tears.
Only breath.
Heartbeats.
And then… a slow, uncertain smile on Klara's face.
Mateo blinked. Laughed once. Then stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
They didn't speak for a long time.
Because neither of them knew exactly how to feel—
Except one thing.
They weren't alone in it.
🧠 System Update
✅ Event Confirmed: Pregnancy (Partner: Klara Hoffmann)
🔓 New Life Milestone Unlocked
🎖 Trait Activated: "Legacy Shift – Phase I"
📘 Questline Added: "The Father Within the Footballer"
Objective: Balance elite career with fatherhood
Reward Path: Emotional resilience, legacy buffs, new motivation-based passives
Status: In Progress
That Night
They lay in bed, silent, facing the ceiling.Fingers interlocked.
"Are you scared?" Klara asked.
"A little," Mateo whispered."But I'm also... calm."
"Me too," she said.
A pause.
"We didn't plan this."
"No."
"But it doesn't feel wrong."
Mateo turned to her. Smiled.
"No. It feels… real."
They kissed softly.
And when sleep came, it came gently.
Not because the world made sense—but because they would face it together.