Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Another Burst of Tears

Part 69 ;)

"Hey, Rog can you come here for a second please?" You called Roger who was currently in the bedroom sitting at his writing desk. 

He sat there when he didn't have enough lyrics. It didn't really help but he still sat there thinking of them. He needed them for their new album A Day At The Races. It was also a race of lyrics and songs around this time of year. 

"Is everything ok Love?" He said as you could hear the squeak of the chair pushing against the hardwood floor as he stood up. 

You were in the bathroom, depressed, not surprised, and extremely worried.

"What is it?" He called as you watched him walk him, realizing your tear-stricken face.

                                              ~Possible trigger warning with infertility!~

"Another fucking negative." your voice cracked as you could barely string the words together. 

He came behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist as he left gentle kisses along your neck. 

He did it whenever you got a negative, which was every time. 

You weren't sure how he was always so strong almost every time. He's cracked one or two times when you both sobbed in the bed together when he couldn't take in any more. Maybe he was just used to it by now. 

But you weren't.

"It's ok." He whispered over and over as you slowly fell to the floor, the pregnancy stick still in hand. 

Your butt hit the ground and you leaned against Roger, cuddled up next to him. 

You came as close as you could to him as he squeezed you tight. 

You buried your head into his chest, hearing his heartbeat which made you sob even more as there was no small little heart in your stomach like you so dearly wished for. 

Your mind scanned over last year. 

You got married. Leah got married. You visited Savanna often in prison. You've tried over 20 times to get pregnant. Oh, you wanted a child so badly.

Maybe it wasn't the time? Maybe you were "too young" or shit but you didn't care. 

You wanted a kid now. Besides isn't this when you are supposed to be your most fertile? 

Then why aren't you? 

What the fuck is wrong with you and your dumb body. 

Why couldn't a sperm turn into a child in your ovaries or wherever the fuck it is supposed to. You didn't really pay attention in sex-ed class in Junior High. Who does?

"I have to go to the doctor's Rog," you whisper.

"Ok then." He whispered back as he squeezed you closer. 

His soft, unbuttoned shirt that you clung to and stained with your salty tears. His legs covered in loose denim that curled up around your body. His foot purposely trying to tick your leg.

You sniffed and looked up at him. 

His beautiful face. His long gorgeous locks of greasy blonde hair. His bright blue eyes that stared back at you and his long fluttering eyelashes that protected them. His cute little nose, that usually held a pair of glasses. His soft pink lips. His soft and clean shaving face. 

"I love you." He said and you broke out into another burst of tears.

"I love you too." You said as you gathered yourself up once again.