So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury) | Under Construction

Chapter Sixty Three: The New Duo

       I wear baggy clothes to cover up the insecurities that I feel regarding my new body. I hope I can restore the shape that I was in prior to having my son. I do still believe that it was entirely worth it because my little baby is here and he has completely changed my life. I do not know how else to explain it. It was like I did not remember my life prior to him being born.

       Joe and I are in his car as he is driving us only to go down the street. He completely understood why I did not want to walk since we were taking my son with us. I checked on him in the back seat and I see him peacefully asleep. A gray hat covering his curly black hair as he turned to make himself more comfortable.

       Joe parked his car in my dad's driveway and opened the door for me. I smiled at him and stepped out. I opened the door to the backseat and carefully grabbed the half of the car seat that becomes a basket. I did my absolute best not to wake him up. But sometimes it was very difficult. We all stepped inside and it was nice and warm again. That was one thing that I loved so much about my dad's house. The heat.

       We made it to the living room, and I was so surprised to see Roger sitting across from my dad. If I had known that he was visiting, then I would have come by another time. I smiled when I saw the other little one in my father's arms. It's crazy to me how Roger and I are both at different stages of life and we both have children the same age. Hell, they were both born on the same day. "Oh, hello, darling. I didn't know that you were coming." He said to me. "Yeah, we thought we would surprise you." I said and took a seat next to him.

       The baby that was in my father's arms was absolutely adorable. He had the face of his dad. They nearly looked identical, and in the future we may all be able to tell that's his son. "Roger congratulations. He looks just like you. What's his name?" I questioned. Roger smiled in response. "Rufus, Rufus Tiger Taylor." Roger said. I liked that name. It was rather unique but it still had a very nice ring to it. I glanced over at my son who was peacefully sleeping in Joe's arms.

     "Can I hold him too?" My dad asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" I replied. He nodded. My dad moved Roger's son over on one arm, when Joe carefully placed my son on the other. My dad smiled down at both of them. Both babies looked similar since they were in onesies and had on hats to keep their heads warm. However, my son smiled once he was in my dad's arms. Could that mean something? The doctors say that newborns can't smile, but I swear that little Freddie smiles whenever he's in his father or grandfather's arms. 

        "Darling, these two are going to be the best of friends once they get older. And you'll see that I'm right in about ten years from now." My dad insisted. Roger and I smiled at each other and glanced back at the scene that was currently happening. 

       We all continued to talk about our everyday lives. They were bringing up the current success of their newest album "Innuendo". Which everyone was very happy about. I was very happy and proud of my dad because he had worked so hard on it despite the condition he was in. Over the past few months I haven't heard him complain about how difficult everything can be for him. He has always been behaving the way he has since I was born. I still wonder how he does it. 

       The tone of our discussion began to change. It was more so sad and my dad even frowned at one point. I was wondering how we had gotten here, but here we are. "Tiffany, Joe, there's something that I have to tell you two." He revealed. I raised an eyebrow. "Sure. What is it?" I question. He took a deep breath in, then out. Was it really that bad? 

       "I'm going to be living in Montreux for a little bit. In fact, I'm not sure how long it will be. We have some things to do for promo of the album, and I also want to get out of London for some time. It's gotten to the point where I feel like a prisoner in my own home." My father explained. I sat back for a moment and crossed my arms. "Well, if you feel that is what you need to do, then absolutely you should go." I wanted to speak further, but my dad cut me off. "No Tiffany, I want you and your brothers to come with me. I can rent each of you apartments if that's what you want." My dad said. I furrowed my brows and Joe grinned. 

       "You know dad, I would honestly love to go with you to Montreux. I've gotten tired of London as well." Joe answered. I sat in silence not knowing what to say. This is something rather large that my dad is asking of me. Is he possibly asking me to throw away my life for a few months? "Tiffany?" My dad was clearly wanting an answer from me. I sighed not exactly knowing where to begin or how to phrase my words correctly. 

       "Well, I would want to, please believe me on that. But I just don't know. I have a job here and I have happened to start a life for myself. I don't know, I'm just really not sure." I gave a rambling answer. My dad sighed and glanced back down at the two babies who were sound asleep. They could probably sleep through a herd of cows if they wanted to. "I understand that darling, but it's only going to be for a few months. Plus I think you honestly need a break, all you ever do is work. I really do want you there. I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be here anymore, so I want to spend as much time with my family as possible." My dad explained. 

       I thought about for a moment that felt like an eternity. He was right. Everyday I worry that I may lose him. He even looks a lot more sick than he did even year ago. I cry often when thinking about it. I also couldn't bear the thought of him dying alone, and me not being able to say goodbye. I glanced back up at him with a single tear streaming down my face. "For you I'll go." I told him and wiped my face.