The rest of the afternoon we spent outside in the pool with the kids, until Gio and Cris had to go get ready to leave for the away game.

After the kid's got out of the pool, I laid out the clothes for Junior, Santi, and Natti before walking to the kitchen to check what my mother was doing.

"Que haces?" I asked, as I sat down slowly on a stool. (What are you doing?)

"Cocinando el almuerzo. ¿Se te antoja algo en particular?" She asked as she pulled things out of the fridge. (Cooking lunch. Do you fancy something in particular?)

I wrinkled my nose, before shaking my head. "Fruta?" I asked. (Fruit?)

She nodded before turning around.

After the kids finished changing, we served them their lunch, and sat quietly to eat.

"Will we be watching the interview my dad has later?" Junior asked.

I smiled at him, before nodding in response.

"¿Quién crees que ganará este partido, Santi?" Junior asked as he turned to look at him (Who do you think will win this game, Santi?)

Santi frowned, before getting a pensive look on his face as he chewed on some of his food. "Real Madrid." He replied after he swallowed.

"Ah, ¿y por qué crees eso?" Junior inquired. (Oh and why do you think that?)

"Pues porque mi tío Sergio y tu papá están en el equipo. ¿Cómo no van a ganar?" Santi plainly told him, with an eye roll. (Well, because my Uncle Sergio and your dad are on the team. How can they not win?)

I laughed quietly before shaking my head at them, before digging into the bowl of fruit.

After we all finished eating, my mother sent us all into the sitting room.

"Podemos ver la entrevista que va a tener mi papá?" Junior asked me as I sat down. (Can we watch the interview my dad is going to have?)

I saw Pilar nodded, smiling before turning the television to the correct channel.

My sister and I sat down on the couch, while Natti, Santi and Junior sat on the floor.

"¿Cómo te sientes?" She quietly asked me. (How are you feeling?)

"Me he quedado sin palabras." I replied, tiredly. (I'm left without words.)

"Suele pasar en situaciones como estas. ¿Qué estás pensando en hacer?" She asked me. (It usually happens in situations like these. What are you thinking of doing?)

"Por ahora no hay nada más que hacer. Solo esperar y ver." I told her quietly. (For now there is nothing else to do. Just wait and see.)

She nodded before sighing as our mother walked in and sat down next to us.

She eyed the now empty bowl on my lap, frowning as she did. "Debes comer más. Esa criatura necesita que te alimentes bien." She told me. (You must eat more. That baby needs you to feed well.)

"Estoy comiendo lo que puedo. No me presiones." I told her as I set the bowl down and turned to watch the television. (I'm eating what I can. Don't pressure me.)

We all watched silently as the interview table appeared before us.

A few seconds passed before we watch Cris make his way up on the stage, and sit down.

A brief introduction is said before the questions begin.

"Why haven't you been able to make any goals in the away games?" Someone asked him.

I watched as Cris looked at him blankly for a moment before taking a sip from his water bottle. "Why have I struggled to score away from home? Can you name one player who has scored more away from home than I have since I have been in Spain? No. You can't? That's because there aren't any." He replied in an honest tone, shrugging, before reaching for his sweater, getting up, and leaving the interview.

Junior laughed with Santiago, smacking their fists together as he did, before being shushed by my mother.

A few hours later, when the game began, we all sat in silence, tense as the game began.

"Van a ganar." I heard Junior say confidently. (They're going to win)

I smiled at him in response before we turned to watch the game

We watched as he scored variously throughout the game. Winning the game, exactly as Junior had predicted.

After having a small snack, we all went to bed with smiles on our faces. A sense of peace surrounding us as we did.

I only wish that feeling had lasted longer. Because come morning, my world was once again turned upside down. And this time I felt as if it would never turn back up.

Author's Note:

Cris's response is an actual response in an actual interview.