Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

64- fall in love

Continuation from last chapter

An- I doubt this is very accurate, but enjoy

The morning had slowly turned into afternoon, and there was still no baby. I was in a world of pain and Roger was sat beside me hungover trying to reassure me that it would all be worth it when the baby finally did show up.

About an hour ago everyone had gone back to the hotel to pack their stuff up and check out, and I think maybe Brian had agreed to sort out mine and Roger's stuff.

I don't think the baby could've come at a more inconvenient time. I was terrified. The baby was gonna be a couple weeks early, which the nurses tried to convince me wasn't major, but I couldn't help but panic. Roger was pretty scared too, but he some how handled it better.

I was just really, really, really scared things were gonna go wrong.

"How we doing in here ? everything all right Mr.Taylor ?" The nurse opened the door, laughing slightly at Roger's hungover state. He gave her a little thumbs up and took another bite of the same Kit Kat he'd been loudly chewing for the past ten minutes.

"And are you doing ok Lottie ?" I nodded a little and breathed out slowly as she began checking the monitors and doctors things that made no sense to me. "I think you're ready to have the baby..."

"Fuck." Roger finished his KitKat and shot up from the chair and ran over to me to plant my now panicked face with a few reassuring kisses.

"Oh fuck. But Freddie and Brian and Deaky and everyone- they aren't here. Give them five minutes to finally sh-"

"Is the baby here ? Did I miss it ?" Freddie swung the door open dramatically, as if he'd perfectly timed it.

"No sir there is no baby, but I am gonna have to ask you to leave now." The doctor and another nurse pushed past Freddie and came into the room before the nurse slowly shut the door as all seven of the others (including baby Robert) waved to me and Roger.

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"Ok and one finale push." The doctor instructed. My hand was so tightly wrapped in Roger's I think I might of broken his fingers, but it hurt so fucking bad.

I gave one final push, just like the doctor asked, and then everything just stopped. The world just paused for a spilt moment, just to let me take in the reality of everything. The room fell silent as I gasped with relief and slowly let go of the drummers hand.

"I love you." He kissed my forehead lightly, brushing my hair out of my face with his fingers as I nodded slightly.

And then we heard the cry.

"It's a girl." The nurse smiled. "She's going to need some extra care. Nothing hugely serious. But she is early."

The words took some time to process in my mind. I had my own little baby girl. It didn't even feel real, like a dream. But the weirdest part was is that I never ever would've dreamt that within almost five years of meeting him I would be sat here in a hospital bed after giving birth to Roger Taylor's baby. I was gonna marry him too. It was completely and utterly insane, like something that would only happen in those stereotypical books about romance, but it was of course, perfect.

The nurse gently placed a tiny little figure on my chest, a bright smile on her face as she passed me my little girl. Everything had built up to this one moment in time when I finally got to hold the my little baby. My eyes immediately flooded with tears and my lips were instantly caught by a smile.

Roger took one of her hands in his and laughed a little, in complete awe of his daughter. He tried not to choke up- but I knew the drummer was completely overwhelmed. He was a dad now. He had his own little baby girl.