You Stole My Heart

Part 6: I Will Never Let Go Of Your Arm

January 15, 1973

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The sun was shining through the curtain, which means we had to get up.  I looked to the right to see if Roger was still next to me. But he wasn't there. I raised my eyebrows, usually Roger is in bed until 10 in the morning when he has a day off.

I got up with a long yawn. I wanted to see where Roger was. There was a white note on the table.

             Dear Antonia, I am in the recording studio practicing for a new song. Sorry to leave in one go, I should have woke you up. But this is very important. I'll see you again this afternoon, kisses! x your Roggie.

I put the note down. And realized it was Monday. I put on my normal everyday clothes, later I pulled up my sweater to feel my stomach. "Slept well little one?" I whispered.

It was 8:30 in the morning. I have to eat breakfast all by myself. I took the toaster out of the kitchen cupboard.

I was now 16 weeks pregnant. I kept it every day on our calendar that was in the kitchen. On Tuesdays I was allowed to visit the midwife to see the little one grow.

Half an hour later my eyelids become heavy and I fell into a deep sleep.

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           Time: 13:44 PM

"Antonia, honey I'm home." There was a whisper, my cheek was rubbed. I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. Roger was back, it was really him!

"Ro-Roger.." I said with a yawn. "Are you feeling alright?" Roger asked in a whispered voice.

"I just fell asleep." I laughed. Roger sat next to me.  He took his drumsticks from his pocket. "How was it today?" I asked. Roger sighed, "It could be better." Roger said, there was a squeak in his voice. It's like he almost cried.

I put my hand on Roger's legs. "I think something is wrong?" I asked. Roger looked up and became irritated.  "I just had a fight with Brian." He sighed.  "Wasn't he glad you became a father?" I said.  Roger shrugged. "Yes it did, but I touched his guitar, later he started yelling at me. That's why I came home a little earlier, I ran away.." Roger said.

I put the blanket on my legs aside. "Ah no, you have to make it up to Brian Roger!" I said. Roger nodded, a tear from his eye. "You may be right, but I have arguments with Brian more than once. I don't like it because he's my best friend. What if he kicks me out of the band?"

I sighed and got up from the couch.  ''Brian isn't that cowardly, he loves you as much as he loves a friend, you're perfect in the band, you're supposed to be there, the guys are your family and my family too. Call Brian Roger! You shouldn't run away until you haven't solved something.” I said as I took Roger's hand.

Roger got up from the couch. Coincidentally ring the phone. "Come on, Rog, pick it up!" I laughed. Roger sighed and answered the phone.  "Roger Taylor, who am I talking to?"

Roger was a person who felt threatened very quickly, he quickly became angry. And when he is angry, he is no longer happy, he does not even happy with a delicious cigarette.

Roger hung up the phone again. He walked to the sofa and took a cigarette from his pocket. "So what did they say?"  I asked. Roger tried to light the cigarette with his firelighter. "We will practice again at 1 o'clock tomorrow."  He sighed.

"So we eat at the recording studio, Freddie asked." Roger said as he exhaled smoke. "Tomorrow at 10 am I have to visit the midwife for the first time, do you want to come along?" I asked. A smile appeared on Roger's face again. "Of course!"