Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

67- smile

3rd April 1976

"Well did you have a good birthday yesterday ? I wanted to make sure it was a good one. Twenty five is important." Roger asked, a concern in his tone as he doubted himself. He'd tried desperately to throw me a party (in our own flat rather than Freddie's) that would be one of the best. And it was pretty fucking good. Probably the best birthday I'd had in a very, very long time.

"Of course I did. I love you." I kissed him lightly, feeling his lips smile against mine. I pulled back a little, giving me just enough room to look up at his eyes as he looked down at me. It was one of those pauses in life so brief you craved that it lasted longer, but it still managed to awaken the crowd of butterflies. No matter how many times the drummer disturbed the flutter in the bottom of my stomach, I would never get bored of it.

He kissed me again, this time more intensely than last. He only let a few moments pass before he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it behind him as I lifted my jumper over my head in one swift motion.

The kisses soon turned hungry, desperate almost as his hands danced around my torso, reaching for the clasp of my bra- until we heard a loud cry come from the bedroom.

"Oh shit." I whispered, quickly pushing Roger off of me, leaving him sulking on the sofa as I rushed to the bedroom to get Emily.

I scooped her up from the crib, quietly shushing her before bringing her into the living room with me and Roger. He sat with a frown, his arms crossed as he sighed loudly, which earned only a giggle from me.

"Take her for a sec so I can put some bloody clothes back on please." I smiled, gently passing him Emily as she started to settle down. He rocked her back and fourth slowly, shushing her as I slipped my jumper back over my torso.

"Cockblock." He muttered, staring down at the big blue eyed baby who had now of course stopped crying. I shook my head, scoffing slightly as he held her against his chest and rubbed her back gently.

"You can't call her cockblock Rog... look at her." I laughed again, sitting besides him and watching in awe as her eyes gently fluttered shut again.

"You sure you're gonna alright when I go yeah ? Not gonna bloody go crazy and pull your hair out are you ? Cause I'll pay like a nanny or something if you need, or you know I'll get my parents to stay in the spare room and help. I mean I don't want you to be all on your own."

"Roger calm down. I should be fine. I mean, I don't work. It's just gonna be me and her. And if I really need someone I've got Ronnie. Or Mary. Or Chrissie. Or bloody the neighbours for that matter. I swear I'll be fine... it's your job." I reassured him, kissing his cheek lightly as he nodded slightly. I knew he was paranoid, though he tried his best to hard it, he was very nervous. But it would be the first time, of many, that he was gonna be essentially leaving us, and that would be scary for anyone who'd only just become a dad.

"I just... don't get me wrong, I fucking love my job. But I mean, we've been engaged for months now and we can't even set a date because we don't know if I'll be in the country ! I literally had to argue with Jim to make sure I was here until May. He was trying to get us on tour by February. It's all just, well I don't feel like a proper dad. One that has some 9-5 job, and has a savings account saved just for his wedding day that him and his misses have been planning for months." He rambled, a clear worry in his tone as he sighed again. I tutted, biting the inside of my cheek as I tried to think of a response that would make him feel the tiniest bit better, but I didn't know what to say.

"Look... I'll marry you any day you want. I'll marry you tomorrow morning, or within the next hour if you want. I'd marry you in the fucking pub toilets if I meant I got to be your wife. Don't worry about shit like that. I promise you, it's gonna be fine. Me and you have been through quite a bit together... I think we'll be fine."

"You don't even understand how much I bloody love you sometimes." Roger smiled, still slightly uneasily, just before I leaned over and kissed him gently. He broke it after a second or two, slowly pulling himself up to gently lay Emily back down in her crib.

It wasn't long before I herd the door shut and watch him plod back into the room a smirk sat at his lips, mine already taken by a smile as I blushed.

"I think we should get back to where we were before we were rudely disturbed by that little shit."

An- this was so short Ik, but the next chapter is like 3000 words... so I think that makes up for it :)

Still... thank you for reading ! :)