You met Ferdi years ago, when you were both 10 year olds in 2009. He was just a shy boy, a football fan like almost all kids his age.

Then you lost contact. You had moved to Antalya, a beautiful city in Turkey. Time has passed, you have forgotten each other, you have grown and you have plainly formed yourself.

Until he joined Fenerbahçe SK (for at least ONE MILLION EURO) and he came to Turkey for his career. You found each other, talked again, loved again, and loved enough to get together.

Right now it's UEFA EURO 2024. And Ferdi is well highlighted by Turkey. He shines on the screens - or otherwise, that's your point of view - and wins fangirls partly thanks to his young age, barely 24, and also thanks to his physique. But hey, you're the one who have this benefit!

Today was the match against Czechia. Your country won 2-1, and it's a victory to celebrate! With some friends, you baked a pretty balloon-shaped cake, with the red and white colors of Turkey. Didn't forget to decorate it, of course.

You waited patiently for Ferdi to come home, and he did so quickly.

As soon as he opened the door to your apartment, he threw his gym bag and ran towards your form sitting on the couch. He laid down on you, buried his face in your thighs and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Baby... Yorgunum (= I'm tired)..." he mutters, waiting for your comfort after a long day.