Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
"Are you sure you don't want to join me?" I planted kisses all over Bobby's face as he laid in bed dressed in his black silk pyjamas as he scrolled through his phone. He was still recovering from the chopped finger incident.
"No," he shook his head, "Might be a head in a box this time."
"Dita was just playing around," I laughed as I sat down on the bed, took his phone in my hand then threw it away from him. He scoffed but allowed me to wrap my arms around him. "Are you sure you don't want to sit in with us? It will help you understand a bit better."
He rubbed his growing stomach with a pout. He had gotten much bigger in the past two weeks and he could no longer hide his baby bump by saying it was a beer belly.
