The bright sun shines down on the field, and the familiar, deafening roar of the stands vibrates deep in your chest.

It is the World Cup match between France and Morocco. An emotional place for all of you.

The last few years of your marriage have been a wild, beautiful adventure, far away from the European press hype.

Since Antoine ended his career in the national team in 2024, your lives have changed completely.

The move to Florida, his contract with Orlando City until 2028, was the absolute highlight, though.

You built a quieter life for yourselves.

But today, you are back as spectators, and the past is catching up with you in the most beautiful way.

On your lap, a small, restless body stirs.

Your three year old son clings to you like a little monkey, his face pressed deep into your chest. His tiny hands are held tightly over his ears.

You sigh softly and look down at the colorful children's headphones lying unused next to you on his seat.

He strictly refuses to put them on, whimpering quietly to himself and not moving an inch from your side instead of sitting in his own seat.

Quite the opposite of his big sister.

The seat next to his is also empty, because your five year old daughter is pure life. She burns with energy and infects everyone around her with her wide grin...just not her little brother today.

She jumps up and down impatiently, running along the short row and tripping over Antoine's huge feet every few seconds, which take up the narrow space between the seats.

But that doesn't stop her.

She just giggles and keeps going.

Antoine is sitting right next to her, his gaze resting warmly on you and the little monkey.

"You want me to take him?" He asks gently, reaching his arms out for him.

The little one just shakes his head grumpily and hides his face in your chest again. You laugh and shake your head as well. "It's okay, thanks babe."

When the referees blow the whistle for the hydration break and the stadium speakers start playing music, there is no one holding your daughter back.

She immediately starts dancing wildly.

Antoine doesn't hesitate. A wide, mischievous grin steals across his face, and he mimics her arm movements with the exact same enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a rumbling murmur ripples through the stands. The stadium production crew has spotted the legend in the crowd.

Large and razor sharp, Antoine's face appears on the big screen. For a split second, it's quiet, and then loud cheers erupt.

The fans raises from their seats, clapping, and the first ones begin to rhythmically chant his name throughout the stadium.

Your daughter stops mid motion and stares with wide eyes up at the screen, then at her daddy, who is visibly touched as he raises his hand and waves to the fans.

Despite the weight of your son, you lean forward a bit to get the attention of your daughter, who is jumping around in front of Antoine completely fascinated.

"Hey, ma chérie." You call out against the noise, smiling at her. "You need to be a little careful now and not jump around so wildly, there are other people here. Attention, ça va?"

Antoine laughs softly, a deep, happy sound that blocks out the hustle and bustle around you for a brief moment.

Your daughter immediately leans closer to you, her hand cupped to her ear to catch your every word despite the fan chants.

With a loving grin, Antoine presses a kiss to her cheek. "Écoute ta maman. Be a bit more careful."