You Stole My Heart

Part 12: Keep Yourself Alive

March, 24, 1973

Roger had been released from hospital for a day now, he is now back home with me. Unfortunately, Roger was not allowed to play drums yet because of his broken wrist and concussion.

Fortunately Roger was feeling better than before. He was advised to sit on the couch all day to rest the sore spots.

I was better at vacuuming. "I'm sorry I can't get up, I'd like to take over your chores." Roger laughed. I rubbed my stomach. "The little one keeps kicking, it doesn't matter darling." I said with a sigh as I fell on the couch next to Roger.

Roger sighed and reached for a cigarette. "I am glad that I can smoke again, I was not even allowed to go out there in the hospital." Roger said as he exhaled smoke. "Makes sense, you won't smoke if you've broken almost everything." I chuckled. Roger smiled. "Yep, but what else could I do."

Roger's smoke flew into my face, it went straight to my lungs and I started coughing. "Sorry Roger, I'm going to stand on the balcony." I said while getting up. "My apologies Antonia, I didn't think about it." Roger said, he put out his cigarette. I could just resist a smell of smoke because of the pregnancy that lasts for ages.

"Antonia, can you help me, I have to pee." Roger said with an uncomfortable laugh. I left the balcony and took his hands. "Poor you, can't you walk yet?" I asked. "Not yet, that's painful." Roger said as he got up.

Roger was by the toilet. He was peeing. I looked the other way. "Why are you looking the other way?" Roger asked. I blushed. "Why do I have to see that now?" I said as my eyes look up. Roger laughed and flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants and went to wash his hands.

I dragged Roger to the sofa. I sat down next to him. "Roger?" I asked. "Mmmh?" Roger said. "I want to talk about the name for our child, did you already have one in mind?" I said.

Roger rubbed his chin. "I thought Oliver was a nice name, or Tommy." Roger chuckled. "You have taste in names." I said. Roger blushed, "And which one do you like?"

I thought deeply and deeply. "Your grandfather's name was Benjamin, right?" I asked. Roger nodded, "Yes!" - "How would you like it if your grandfather was named after your son?" I asked again.

Roger smiled, "That would be great!" He said cheerfully. I wrote our son's needle on a piece of paper.

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This was just a short story. Next time it will be longer. I'm out of ideas, sorry, it will be okay and keep reading!