Chapitre 455: My Lamb Chops

Billie Bob Taylor

"Okay, okay," Pedro breathed out heavily as Benedito pressed his hand to my forehead as if I was suddenly having a fever, "Okay, you take Bobby to the car and I'll quickly grab the baby bag. Take him to the clinic immediately, Benedito and be calm. Be very calm."

We both nodded quickly as I tried to remember the breathing from 'Mummy & Me' but at a point I realised no amount of breathing was going to help the pain as I felt another painful contraction. Benedito somehow despite me weighing that of a small whale managed to pick me up. 

"I'm going to get you all wet and gross," I complained as he carried me to the garage. 

"Bobby, this is not the time," he reprimanded as he placed me in the passenger seat of his Cullinan then ran around to the driver seat. Once we were both safely strapped, he drove us out of the garage as he tightly held my hand.