Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira
"Oh no," Bobby groaned the moment he opened his eyes.
I sat up and immediately reached for his hand. I pressed gentle kisses to the back of his palm as he looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"Danilo-"
"He's sleeping," I pointed over to the baby car seat safely resting on the recliner. Danilo's little face poked out of his blankets.
"I can't believe it happened again," he quickly wiped away his tears, "I'm sorry, Benedito. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Did anyone get hurt?"
I shook my head, "Besides the light pole you murdered, everything is absolutely fine. The car is already at the mechanic. It will be back in the garage in no time." He pursed his lips and nodded before relaxing back against the bed. "What happened Bobby? If you don't want to talk about it, it's alright."