Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
"Benedito is going to kill us," Ronaldo burst out laughing as I picked him up from his bed. Yes I was pregnant, I knew I should not be lifting heavy objects, but it did not mean I was immobile. A quick lift here and there would not hurt anybody.
"He out with Danilo, he won't even notice," I grinned before putting him in his wheelchair. Chantell had helped me dress him up in his black trousers and a matching jersey. Sneakers covered his feet and even though he had lost a bit of weight he still had the same charm. He had brushed his hair back showing off his bright eyes and cheeky smile.
We were going to the ranch this afternoon, originally we were meant to leave in the morning but I had changed up the time just a bit so I could spend more time with Ronaldo. He was safe enough to take to places as long as he was in a minivan and non compact spaces.
