You and Ricardo Kaka have been married for years, but you have never been able to get pregnant. There was nothing in your uterus, no anomaly, simply nothing. You didn't understand why. Ricardo Kaka had achieved everything, but why not achieve the most important trophy? The father's trophy?..

Kaka was a religious man, always praying and reading the Bible. Today, it was no different. You were lying in bed, watching Kaka reading the Bible and sitting in a chair near the kitchen table. He seemed focused, besides that in the next week without games, he would speak a word to the church. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, only to be interrupted by a soft, low voice.

"God, if you hear your servant, do with me what I want so much. I never asked you for anything, answer my request."

It was Kaka praying. You realized he was praying because of a crack in the door that showed the kitchen. You sighed, smiling to yourself.

"In pregnancy, Father, take care of my wife, my son... may everything be as you wish... in the name of the son, of the holy spirit, amen."

Kaká, even with the complications in her uterus, seemed to know that she was pregnant... or, she thought about it too much for it to become reality. He leaves the table, closing the Bible and going to their room.