You Stole My Heart

Part 24: You Either Have It Or You Don't

27 July, 1973. One day after Roger's birthday.

ROGERS POV:

The morning had come, I woke up with a pounding headache. Yesterday when I came home with my two sweethearts, Antonia and I drank some alcohol.

I thought my birthday was fantastic yesterday, despite the accident I thought it was the best birthday ever. Even though I didn't get to half of it.

I heard Benjamin cry from his bedroom, Antonia was still asleep. So I let her sleep peacefully, with everything she's done for me.

Benjamin cried and cried, I then took him in my arms. "Just wait till you grow up, little boy." I smiled. It felt great to be a father. Even though I say that every day, it is so special to see a child grow up.

I walked into the living room to sit quietly on the couch with Benjamin, he desperately needs his milk.

Benjamin had completely emptied his bottle of milk. But suddenly when I pat his back to escape his burp, he spat out all the milk.

He puked all over my shirt, I put Benjamin on a pillow on the couch. I got a cloth to clean it, and oh the air was not to smell! Bleh, so this had to happen to daddy Roger again.

Antonia walked into the living room, yawned and filled a glass with water.  Her hair had completely exploded.  "Wow An, what happened to you?" I asked while cleaning my shirt.

"What? Oh my hair. I can't get the brush through." She sighed as she took a sip of her water. "Why don't you go to the hairdresser?" I asked again. Antonia shrugged, "Then you should get your hair cut too." She laughed.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled and laid Benjamin in his crib. "What's that white spot on your shirt?" Asked Antonia. I looked dirty at my t-shirt.  "Oh Benjamin spat on my shirt, I gave him a little too much milk." I replied as I took off my shirt. Antonia had to laugh, it was quite funny in itself.

   Antonia's POV:

Roger did the laundry and called an appointment with the hairdresser. We are going to get a haircut today! Finally Roger wants to go to the hairdresser, his hair is longer than his shoulders.

There were still balloons and streamers everywhere in the living room, the cupboard was full of birthday cards. Roger was extremely spoiled.

    
  Half an hour later.

Time to go, we're going to get a big makeover. I put Benjamin in his pram, luckily he had slept through the night.

I really couldn't get the knots out of my hair, it really had to be cut out. Roger also suffers from knots in his hair, which is also because he never uses conditioners in the shower.

"Where is it exactly?" Roger asked as he opened the door with the key. "Just around the corner, didn't you remember?" I asked while scratching my hair.

Roger shook his head and went down the stairs. Benjamin and I went down the elevator years safely.

Roger skipped down the street and whistled.  ''Are you okay, Roger?  Are you that excited?'' I asked as I put the pacifier in Benjamin's mouth. Roger gave his thumbs up: "I'm fine, I just feel really good."