Kapitel 95: Les Misérables

Billie Bob Jones

I could not even lift a finger without Benedito running towards me like I was going to break my whole arm. Not that I was complaining this was the life. I was constantly cuddled, fed and even bathed. I had to take the medication for at least a week which meant I was confined to the bed because of how tired they made me feel. 

Which meant no work and no rodeo for at least two weeks. At first I had told him I would be fine by myself but he insisted he needed to take care of me. He did not even go to work himself and worked at home in case I needed him. 

"Are you ready for your bath?" he came out of the bathroom whilst drying his hair with a towel. 

"Yes Sir," I nodded. He easily scooped me off the bed despite my protests and carried me to the bathroom. He placed me down in front of the double basins so I could brush my teeth.