Billie Bob Taylor
It felt like we were in the middle of a construction zone as constructors went up and down the stairs to our bedroom to set up Danilo's nursery. Originally it was meant to be a task Benedito and I did by ourselves but when we realised he was two weeks away there was no time for Handyman Bobby.
Dito took forever to drill a hole in the wall, there was no way I was going to trust us to build Danilo's crip. It would fall apart by just a light breeze passing through the room. We agreed on a space cowboy theme a long time ago therefore we just needed someone to execute it.
"What is this meu coracao?" Benedito held up the bee onesie I had gotten for Danilo. It even had the little wings and the butt area had a cushion just to make him look more like a bee.
"You got eyes, you can see," I blinked at him.
