Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira
I was startled awake by a loud snore right next to my ear. You would think after the most romantic wedding I would be woken up with gentle kisses from Bobby and possibly a breakfast in bed, but instead he slept next to me dressed in a red onesie, his mouth wide open and between us little Danilo dressed in a matching onesie.
He snored just as loudly as Bobby and even though Dr Otto did thorough tests on him we could not find a reason why he imitated Bobby.
I rolled onto my side, propped myself up with my elbow whilst my cheek rested on my closed fist as I looked down to my boys with a happy smile. Our wedding had become complete chaos when it came to our ridiculously early breakfast (dinner) ceremony. I was surprised we even made it back to our room in one piece. Once one beer was shoved in Bobby's hand all hell broke loose.
