Chapitre 500: Where Is He?

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira 

The loud knock on our bedroom door jolted me awake. For a second I had no idea what was going on until I heard it again. Bobby was tightly hugging my arm with his leg was thrown over my waist in an almost death grip. Danilo was in his attached crib to the bed, snoring just as loudly as his dad. 

Maybe that explained why it felt like my body had been hit with a bus of absolute magnitude. Every night I slept with these two it felt like I aged five more years. I did not even remember what a silent night used to be. I did not remember how it felt not to sleep without Bobby or Danilo's body on mine. To think he fought me tooth and nail the first time I suggested we share a bed together in New York.