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Tobi jolted awake.

His eyes flew open, drenched in sweat. His heart pounded like a war drum, a deep ache twisting in his chest as he scrambled upright in bed. For a moment, everything was a blur — the darkness of the room, the soft hum of the city outside, the warm body lying beside him.

"Emilia..." he breathed, turning quickly.

She stirred beneath the covers, her long lashes fluttering before her sleepy eyes cracked open. "Tobi? What is it?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed her hand — trembling fingers searching for reassurance — and pulled her into an hug

But now it was gone.

It wasn't real.

It had been a vision.

Tobi's breathing slowed as he looked around their room in their North London home. The sun hadn't yet risen; the streetlights still bathed the curtains in an orange hue. Emilia gently stroked the back of his neck, still half-asleep, and whispered, "What happened?"

He leaned back just enough to look into her eyes.

"I saw the future," he whispered. "I saw... us.. Our life. Everything. It felt so real."

Her brows knitted, a sleepy concern softening her features. "A dream?"

Tobi shook his head slowly. "No. It wasn't just a dream. I think it was... something else. A glimpse. A warning. A gift."

Emilia blinked at him, stunned. "Tobi... those are beautiful names."

A chill ran down his spine. "I felt the weight of it all. The sleepless nights. The panic. The fear of losing you. The fear of losing myself in the middle of it all. But I also saw the joy. The purest joy I've ever known."

Silence stretched between them. Emilia slid closer, placing her hand over his heart.

"Maybe it was your mind preparing you," she murmured. "For what's ahead."

Tobi chuckled softly, a deep breath settling the storm inside him. "Or reminding me what I'm fighting for."

After a few moments, Emilia began to drift back into sleep, her body nestled against his. But Tobi remained awake, staring at the ceiling.

For the first time in weeks, the clarity was piercing. Every match, every goal, every drop of sweat on the pitch — it was never just about football anymore. It was about the legacy he would one day leave behind. The family he wanted to build. The future he would protect with everything he had.

He carefully slid out of bed, not waking her, and moved to the window. London was quiet at this hour. The Emirates Stadium stood tall in the distance, the faintest outline in the misty horizon.

A knock came from behind.

He turned. Emilia, leaning on one elbow, smiled softly. "Come back to bed."

Tobi returned, slipping beneath the covers. She curled into his side.

And then he whispered, "I'm going to make it happen. All of it. And when it comes, I'll be ready."

The Next Morning

Mikel Arteta's voice echoed through the training ground the next morning, sharp and urgent.

"Tobi! Get stuck in! One-touch, boys, let's go!"

Tobi was flying through the drills with unusual ferocity. Every sprint. Every shot. Every tackle. There was a purpose behind it all. A fire that burned brighter than ever.

Martin Ødegaard jogged beside him after one sequence. "What's gotten into you today, bro?"

Tobi grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

The Norwegian laughed. "Try me."

Tobi hesitated for a moment. "I saw my future."

"Did you win the Ballon d'Or?"

Tobi smirked. "No. Something better."

That Night

After dinner with Emilia, Tobi sat in the nursery they had only just started setting up — paint swatches pinned to the wall, a few picture books lying around, and a half-assembled crib in the corner. He stared at it, that same wave of warmth returning.

The vision had passed, but its memory would never fade.

It wasn't just a dream. It was direction. Purpose. A promise he would spend the rest of his life fulfilling.

He was ready to write that future — one step at a time.

The early morning light filtered through the sheer white curtains in the master bedroom of the Oliveira residence. Emilia lay fast asleep, her auburn hair fanned across the pillow, one hand draped protectively over Ava, who had snuck into their bed at some point during the night. Tobi stood at the doorway in his training gear, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Luna was already up, sitting cross-legged in her crib, humming something incoherent but cheerful. Liam and Thiago were still passed out, each in their respective corners of the baby crib fortress Tobi had engineered with Emilia's help — a setup that had become more complex with each passing month.

Tobi gently lifted Ava off the bed, kissed Emilia on the forehead, and carried their daughter downstairs.

"Come on, champ. Daddy's got training soon."

The kitchen was already alive. Mrs. Oliveira, his mother, who had come from Lisbon to help during the summer, had started preparing breakfast. The aroma of Portuguese pão de deus mixed with coffee filled the house.

"Bom dia, Mãe," Tobi said, setting Ava down on a kitchen stool.

"Bom dia, querido. You look tired," she teased. "Maybe I should train in your place today."

Tobi laughed. "You'd probably outrun half the squad."

She gave him a wink. "Not in this heat."

By 8:30 a.m., Tobi was in his Audi, headed to London Colney. His body was still sore from the last session — Arteta had increased the intensity tenfold. The new season was looming, and expectations were higher than ever. After winning the Champions League and Premier League last season, Arsenal had transformed from underdogs to global giants — and Tobi was the face of it.

He walked into the dressing room to a chorus of jeers and applause.

"Oi! Mr. Family Man's here!"

"Four kids and still showing up on time? You put the rest of us to shame," Saka grinned.

"Must be the Portuguese genetics," Martin Ødegaard added.

Tobi dropped his gym bag and grinned. "It's the caffeine. And fear of Arteta's wrath."

The locker room burst into laughter.

After a brief tactical talk, the squad was divided into small-sided games. Tobi was paired with Ødegaard, Saka, and new summer signing Alejandro Cazorla — a young Spanish midfielder with silky feet and a point to prove.

"Keep the ball moving!" Arteta barked. "Think! Move! Create!"

Tobi slipped into rhythm immediately — nutmegging Ben White, flicking a pass to Ødegaard, then drifting behind the last man to meet a return ball and slot it into the bottom corner.

Cazorla was visibly awestruck. "Mierda… you do this after changing diapers all night?"

Tobi winked. "Diapers build reflexes."

After training, Tobi lingered for extra shooting drills. While the others hit the showers, he stayed back with Ramsdale to practice low finishes and quick reactions.

"Still not rusty," Ramsdale said, pulling off a diving save.

"Gotta stay sharp," Tobi replied, "Thiago's already showing a killer instinct. Nearly broke his sister's Lego tower this morning."

They both laughed.

Back home, Emilia had set up a surprise for him. The garden had been transformed into a mini beach — a sandbox, inflatable palm trees, a shallow baby pool, and a grilled fish lunch laid out on the table.

"What's all this?" Tobi asked, genuinely stunned.

"Your vacation," Emilia said, placing a flower lei around his neck. "Because your next one might not be until you're fifty."

The kids squealed as they waddled around the garden, Ava dragging a bucket of sand toward Tobi's feet.

"I declare war!" she screamed, throwing a handful of sand at his chest.

Tobi raised both hands. "You dare challenge the king of the sandbox?"

He lunged gently at her, catching her and spinning her around as she giggled uncontrollably. Luna tried to copy her sister, but instead tripped and rolled onto Tobi's leg, adding to the pile.

Within seconds, all four kids had dogpiled on their father, who lay on his back in defeat.

"Alright, alright! I surrender," he laughed.

Emilia snapped a photo. "That one's going in the album."

Later that evening, after bath time, story time, and bottle time, Tobi and Emilia finally found a moment to themselves on the patio.

"I think we're doing okay," Emilia said softly, sipping tea. "I was scared… at first. But we're finding our rhythm."

Tobi leaned back, arm draped around her shoulders. "I couldn't do it without you. Or them. I used to think football was the only thing that mattered. Now it's just part of something bigger."

She looked at him, eyes soft. "You're not just building a legacy on the pitch anymore, Tobi. You're building one right here."

They sat in silence for a while, watching the stars blink into existence above North London. The hum of the city faded into the background.

In that moment, with family and football in balance, Tobi Oliveira felt something rare — complete.

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