Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

At My Party

It was finally June 27th. 

You had waited 364 days for this moment. 

Your birthday.

"Morning love," Roger said as he noticed you awake and walked into the room with a tray of the best smelling food you ever had smelled. 

"Oh hello." You said smiling at him. "What is this?" You scanned over the tray he placed on your lap. 

French toast with grilled bananas and toasted walnuts. A whopping scoop of homemade whipped cream sat, perfectly fluffed in a ceramic blue bowl. A cup of strawberries, bananas, blueberries, and kiwi sat stirred in a matching yellow ceramic bowl. And lastly, a tall glass of fresh-squeezed (no pulp) cup of orange juice stood in the corner. 

Your favorite breakfast. 

You looked at Roger, you could almost cry at how sweet this is even if he didn't make it himself. 

"Wanna know the best part of this whole meal?" He asked meeting your gaze and looking at the food. "Dessert?" You asked and he laughed. 

"Nope." He said and bit his top lip. 

"Ok, what?" You ask readjusting your body to eat. 

You took a small sip of orange juice as he started talking. "I made it all myself." You almost spit the orange liquid out of your mouth. 

"Excuse me?" You said, your eyes wide with love. 

"I made it myself," he repeated and stood there his hands on his hips, proud of himself, his confidence overriding his self-doubt.

You stuttered. "Don't act so shocked." He said. "You know why I have been late home the past couple of days right?"

"Band practice?" You asked. 

He had been getting home 2-3 hours later than he used to but you chalked it up to them working extra hard finishing up the new record. 

"Nope. I leave band practice earlier every day." He sat down on the bed. 

"I've been going to cooking classes just for this day." Your eyes started filling up with love, they were so full of it, they started dripping with tears. 

"For me?" Your eyebrows raised. "I know it's really fucking corny but-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Rog," you said leaning gently over the tray. 

His hands met your cheek and your lips met with his. "Thank you." You whispered as the kiss ended. 

You both abandoned it before it leads to something more. "Just wait till tonight." He whispered back. 

"Right. At my party." You said. He rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah at your party," he said sarcastically said. 

You took the butter knife and continued to help the butter melt and spread it evenly over the bread. 

You drizzled a light coat of sticky syrup on top of it. 

You cut off a corner of the fluffy triangle and grabbed a walnut and banana with your fork. You then lightly dipped in the cream making sure to savor it for every bite. 

You put the fork up to your mouth and wrapped your lips around it. 

Roger watched you eagerly to see how you liked it. 

The burnt bottom of the toast mixed with raw batter and a strange sourness combined was not good. 

"Is it good?" He asked. You nodded your head believably. "It's one of the best things I've ever had."

"No, it's not. I tasted it before I served it." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

"I'm really sorry. I have reservations for a breakfast place," he says and you laughed. 

"Besides the burnt and sour and raw tasted, this looks absolutely gorgeous." You tell him. "I tried to make the presentation nice." He admitted. "This was very sweet of you." You say as he took the tray off your lap.