I Regret Nothing

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira 

"Can I come inside now?" Bobby shuddered from the balcony as he tightly wrapped his coat around himself and balanced on his crutches. His hair was all over the place that if you did not know you would have thought he had just woken up.

"I never told you that you could not enter," I sighed as I looked at him from the couch. 

"So you just let me stand outside for ten minutes and didn't think to tell me that?" he gaped as he walked in then shut the door behind him. 

"Come here," I patted the space next to me. He grumpily threw himself on my lap instead and snuggled up to me enjoying my warmth. "Look how pink your nose and ears are Barbie," I smiled softly as I took the throw on the couch and wrapped him up in it. 

"It's your fault," he pouted as I kissed the tip of his nose. 

"You were going to stay out there and probably continue smoking and drinking your beer if I didn't come home. So don't blame me."