Billie Bob Taylor
"Now none of us are going to have a sip of alcohol today. We will open up gifts with sophistication and I don't want any complaints from any of you," Ma reprimanded after Hans and Luca had helped her carry the gifts into the living room since the sunroom was still trashed from our baby shower party.
Benedito and I sat next to each other like the good expecting parents we were as he repeatedly gulped down a glass of water with little lemon slices. I was sure he was trying to drink the drunk away if that would ever work. When Benedito partied, he partied hard.
"Sooch closer so I can make sure I can get you both in the frame," Ma indicated with her hands that we should move closer to one another even though I was practically sitting on Dito's lap.
With a small playful growl Benedito scooped me up in his arms and had me seated on his lap.
