The sun filtered softly through the tall glass windows of the Oliveira residence, casting golden rays on the polished oak floors and scattering light across the pastel-colored playmats strewn with toys. The house was quiet — a rare and cherished occurrence in a home with four infants. But Tobi knew better than to be lulled into a false sense of calm. At any moment, the silence could be shattered by the united wail of his tiny army.

Tobi sat on the floor in a white Arsenal training shirt, surrounded by rattles, plush giraffes, pacifiers, and soft musical toys. Thiago was lying on his chest, wide-eyed, gripping his father's collar with surprising strength for such a small baby. On his right, Ava was trying to crawl toward a plastic book that played animal sounds when pressed. Luna was chewing on her bunny while Liam lay flat, watching the ceiling like it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

Tobi grinned to himself, the same grin that hadn't faded in months. This — this chaos, this beauty — was his new trophy. The one he never dreamed he needed. And the one he would guard more fiercely than any cup or medal.

Emilia walked in, barefoot and wrapped in a soft robe. Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun, face still fresh despite the barely four hours of sleep she got. Her eyes sparkled when she saw the scene in the living room — her superstar husband being used as a mattress by a drooling Thiago.

"You're going to spoil them," she said softly, walking over with a warm smile.

Tobi looked up, smirking. "I already have."

She leaned down and kissed him, then Thiago on his head. "Morning, captain."

"Morning, mama," he whispered back, eyes gleaming.

Emilia walked to the kitchen, humming as she prepared coffee. "How many bottles today?"

"Three down. One explosion. Ava started a mini war over a pacifier. I mediated. Your husband is now the United Nations," he joked.

She laughed, turning back with a mug in hand. "And how's the captain feeling about the upcoming season?"

Tobi leaned his head back. "Ready. But not eager."

"Not eager?" Emilia raised an eyebrow as she sat beside him. "You're always itching for preseason."

"I've got four reasons to want to stay home," he replied, eyes falling on each of the babies. "It's hard to go back to the world when this is your whole world."

She leaned her head on his shoulder. "But they'll be watching, Tobi. Our kids will grow up knowing their father is not just a legend, but a man who worked for everything and still came home every night."

He let the words settle, pressing a kiss to her hair. "That's all I want."

Later that day, Tobi drove to the Arsenal training complex for his fitness check-in. It was only the first part of preseason preparations, but even that felt different now. There were new academy players arriving — kids who had posters of him in their rooms, kids who had grown up watching him lift the Champions League trophy… twice.

Inside the training facility, he was greeted with cheers and pats on the back. "Daddy Oliveira!" Ben White teased as Tobi entered.

"Oh come on, you say that like I'm 45."

Bukayo Saka laughed. "You're the only man I know who changes four diapers and still outruns us in the beep test."

Tobi chuckled and embraced him. "Just wait until yours come, brother."

Arteta entered the gym and clapped his hands. "Alright boys, preseason fitness assessment. Let's see who's been eating ice cream and who's been running laps around their toddlers."

Laughter rippled through the squad, and Tobi joined in, stretching out on the mat with a groan. "I might still be fast, but I have four reasons to sleep only in shifts."

The training that followed was intense but measured. Arteta understood that Tobi didn't need to be pushed — he pushed himself harder than anyone else ever could. But what was different now was the presence of that internal balance. For the first time in years, Tobi wasn't trying to prove anything to the world. He was playing for joy, for legacy, for family.

After training, he FaceTimed Emilia. All four babies were sitting in their high chairs — or at least trying to. Ava had food smeared across her forehead, Liam was asleep upright, Thiago was banging a spoon, and Luna was staring directly at the camera.

"Tell me again why I thought four at once was a good idea," Emilia deadpanned, clearly exhausted but still managing a half-smile.

"Because you're a superhero," Tobi replied with a wink.

"You better win another league title to pay for this mess," she joked.

"Deal. And maybe one for each of them," he said, blowing a kiss to the camera.

That night, after everyone was fed and bathed, Tobi stood on the balcony of their home, looking out at the London skyline. Emilia joined him, arms wrapped around his waist.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

He paused, his voice low and sure. "About balance. About how hard it used to be. And how peaceful this feels now. I've got you. I've got them. I've got Arsenal. I'm right where I'm supposed to be."

Emilia nodded, resting her head on his chest. "Then let's keep building from here."

As the stars blinked above and the city lights shimmered below, Tobi felt something deeper than victory — fulfillment.

He wasn't just Tobi Oliveira, the wonderkid, the captain, the legend.

He was Tobi Oliveira — father of four, partner to Emilia, and the man whose greatest legacy had only just begun.

Great! Here's the start of Chapter 241 of your Tobi Oliveira football novel, continuing seamlessly from previous chapters. Tobi is still at Arsenal, happily with Emilia, now a father of quadruplets—Ava, Luna, Liam, and Thiago. He's balancing elite football, family life, and the pressures of being one of the best players in the world. This chapter continues in the read-along format with deep emotional flow, character interactions, and a grounded narrative.

The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of their North London home, illuminating the soft-colored nursery walls where Tobi was cradling Thiago in one arm while trying to bounce Luna gently with the other hand.

"I swear you're already spoiled," he whispered to Luna with a sleepy grin, her tiny fist clutching his shirt.

Downstairs, the faint hum of Emilia's laughter drifted upward, mingled with Ava and Liam's playful giggles. The house no longer felt like just a resting place—it was now alive, saturated with warmth, memories, and the irreplaceable rhythm of family.

"Thiago's got your temper," Tobi called out as Emilia came into the room, a towel slung over her shoulder, her hair still wet from the quick shower she'd managed to squeeze in between feeds.

"Great. That means two angry boys in this house," she teased, taking Thiago from his arms and brushing a kiss on Tobi's cheek.

They stood for a moment in silence, watching the four tiny souls they'd created, a peace settling between them that Tobi wished he could bottle forever.

But peace was temporary. Football was relentless.

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By 10:00 AM, Tobi was at London Colney, Arsenal's training ground. Mikel Arteta had called a team meeting. The new season was fast approaching, and expectations were impossibly high. They were defending Champions League winners and Premier League titleholders. The target was on their backs now more than ever.

Inside the conference room, familiar faces filled the chairs—Bukayo Saka gave Tobi a grin and raised an eyebrow. "Another nappy-filled morning, papa?"

"You have no idea," Tobi chuckled, sinking into his seat.

Arteta walked in, tapping the board with his pen. "Gentlemen, this year will be the most difficult. Everyone wants what we have. But this"—he pointed to the screen where a highlight reel of their past season played—"this isn't luck. This is identity. Arsenal's identity. And it's time to defend it."

The room was dead silent.

Tobi's heart pounded, not out of nerves, but anticipation. He lived for this. The roar of the Emirates, the tension of European nights, the adrenaline of late goals, the pride of wearing that badge. But this time, he wasn't just playing for glory. He was playing for Emilia, for his children—each of whom he now carried as invisible tattoos on his soul.

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After training, Tobi stayed back to work on finishing drills. Ten extra sets. Precision. Power. Repeat. Sweat clung to his back, muscles aching, but he refused to stop.

"You're mad, you know that?" Gabriel called from the touchline, gulping water.

Tobi smirked. "You'll thank me in the final."

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That evening, back home, he collapsed onto the couch, shirtless, Liam on his chest gurgling happily while Ava and Luna sat beside Emilia on the carpet, Emilia's fingers weaving a lullaby on the small baby keyboard toy.

"I missed you today," she murmured as Tobi reached out for her hand.

"I missed you more," he said, pulling her close. "You and the dream team."

She smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder. "You think you can do it again?"

"Win it all?"

She nodded.

"I know I can," he whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair. "Because this time... I've already got everything worth fighting for."

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