Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

58- Shopping

16th November 1975

A few weeks has passed since I'd told Roger about the baby, and he'd not stopped talking about it since.

He was buzzing with excitement, constantly talking about all the things he couldn't wait to do with his kid, reassuring me completely that he definitely wanted a baby. But that also meant he was constantly worrying, always checking if I was ok, which I thought was really fucking cute considering I was so scared that he was gonna freak out over the whole thing.

Freddie couldn't stop talking about how excited he was, and he wasn't even the bloody dad. And Brian was always checking up on me and constantly reminding Roger that he had to make sure he was the best dad- which I knew he of course was gonna be.

I finally woke up, stretching dramatically as I realised the drummer had unsurprisingly already gotten up. I slipped his t-shirt over my head and caught myself in the mirror before I stepped out the room- and straight away I noticed how big the little bump had gotten. Obviously I was starting to get bigger, but I never really noticed it. But now there was a proper little curve that actually looked like a baby rather than too much food.

"Morning gorgeous." Roger kissed me lightly on the cheek as I stepped into the living room. "And morning Baby Taylor." He smiled. I giggled and kissed him back gently.

"My breath's probably rank." I laughed as he shook his head. "Any plans for today ? And don't say sex."

"Well... I've not got any plans set... but I have got news." He replied nervously. The way I knew immediately by the time I'm voice the news wasn't gonna be good made me worried.

"Go on..."

"We're going on tour- for about two or three months. Deaks rang about half an hour ago and told me." He sighed. I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded- pretending not to be hugely bothered. I wasn't surprised, with every album would come a tour, but I'd just hoped he wouldn't leave so soon after meeting his baby.

Me and him both knew this was going to happen, of course it was. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. I wanted him to be here everyday with the baby, but I wanted to watch him live the best life he could as he played across the world. I was never gonna let anything get in the way of something I knew had been his dream for years.

"When ?"

"May time. We've pushed it back as much as we could so I can be here for when the baby comes- but they won't let us push it back further. I'm sorry I did try." I could tell my the tone in his voice that he really had tried. All he'd talked about since the second I told him is how excited he was to spend all the time with the baby.

"No Roger don't be silly it's fine. Your a rockstar- it's your job. It's what's gonna happen. But you'll be here for a couple months with the baby. Don't worry." I smiled, trying to make him feel better. I knew this would make him feel a million times worse than it would me.

"Yeah but what if I miss something important ?"

"In the least offensive way- the first few months are so boring. They don't talk, or crawl, or do anything remotely interesting. They genuinely just cry, shit and eat." I laughed a little, brushing his hair back gently.

"I know and I don't wanna leave you to do that all by yourself." He wrapped himself round me and looked down at me with nothing but guilt in his eyes.

"Roger I'll be fine i swear. Don't you think I thought about all this ? Don't worry." I reassured him. He hesitantly nodded, as if he felt bad for a agreeing with me. But I'd had time to think about these sort of things, and I knew now that I was willing to do anything I had to if it meant having my own little baby with him.