Kapitel 295: My ‘Pardner’

Billie Bob Taylor 

"Do I look alright?" I asked Benedito for the hundredth time as I fixed the black short sleeved pearl snap shirt I was wearing. "My stomach don't look too round."

He jutted his bottom lip then looked at me with a raised eyebrows, "you're pregnant. What do you expect?"

"You're hopeless," I rolled my eyes before I grabbed my spurs. I tried multiple times to put them on my boots but it seemed to be a challenge. 

"Let me help you," he smiled, stood up from the couch then kneeled down in front of me. He easily adjusted the straps of my spurs and put them on for me. 

Yet he took his time when it came to standing up once he was done. "What's wrong?" I tilted my head to the left. "Do you want to give me a blowie?" I grinned and placed my hand on top of his head.