Billie Bob Taylor
I kept on rechecking Danilo's baby bag with a pouty lip as he screamed in the background in his baby seat that I rested on the floor whilst I frantically checked my BMW X5. I always used to wonder why I would see flustered mum's look tired and depleted in the shopping mall as their baby screamed at the top of their little lungs.
There were times I used to laugh then scoff it off, thinking 'that would never be me'. Yet there I was near to tears as Danilo continued to stop and hiccup. He had lost his favourite pacifier; a gold one covered in diamonds, which was the most expensive one. If he lost it how in the world would I even afford to buy one again and I knew Ronaldo had gotten it custom made. The chances of getting one exactly like it were extremely slim.
