Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

I Really Love You

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It was a month later from that night you realized it was all along the pills.

And 2 and a half weeks before it's been exactly a year since the last pill you took and the one year mark couldn't possibly come faster. 

But you suddenly had doubts.  

2 and a half weeks until you could become pregnant. You and Roger talked about it and you realized although adoption wasn't a bad alternative, if you had even the slightest, smallest chance to experience pregnancy, you were going to take it.

Costs, challenges, was it even possible? Would it work? It scared you been though you thought this is what you wanted. 

"It'll be fine. Don't worry." You told yourself. You hadn't mentioned your doubts yet to Roger but you were about to burst with anxiety and worries. 

Tour had been going great though other then all of that. The audiences were large and loud and ecstatic. It made the band so happy, and boosted their egos quite a bit.

You almost wish you could have as much fun as them, the way it beamed from their faces, their smiles, and singing along. Jumping up and down, cheering. The rooms were filled with such love and happiness. But almost every night in bed made up for it.

Roger's drumming almost seemed as if it improved if that's even possible. He was happy and counting down the days till the night where you could possibly get pregnant. The night where all your fears may come true. 

You hadn't told the band members at all, not even Veronica and Mary who had become your close friends. You hadn'r even told them you could get pregnant. You sorta wanted to surprise them if you did. Or not get their hopes up if you couldn't.

                                                                                       -A week later-

The water was hot, almost enough to burn you. But it felt so good. It felt so good to feel pain somewhere else then your mind.

Roger sat outside the shower curtain, impatiently. Usually you'd either cave in or invite him in from the beginning. 

"You sure I can't come in?" He said bouncing his knee on the bench, asking for the at least 10th time. 

"I need to get clean then, then we can in bed." You said, wanting just a few seconds to be in your thoughts. You need this, you needed your time to cry and be in your mind, wrapped up in your thoughts rather then pushing them to the back like you'd been doing all month. 

Suddenly the thought alone of pregnancy wasn't all it was cracked up to be. And you weren't even close to the point to take a test. 

"Then what's the point? Getting clean to just get dirty again? I don't get it." Roger said. You heard the bench scream as he stood up. 

"Just let me be." You said continuing to wash out the shampoo in your hair provided by the hotel. It smelled quite good and felt good. You hadn't take a shower in a few too many days.

"I-... Are you ok?" He stuttered, noticing your sadness and rising anger.  

You slumped to the bottom of the tub, your bare arse on the hot fiberglass tub. Sitting there, your knees folded up to your bare chest. Your head is tucked into your knees and tears slide down your face like the water sliding off your bare back.

"Y/N?" He asked. You didn't respond. 

"Hey Y/N are you ok in there?" He said and you let out a small cry. You were trying to be silent.

"Oh love..." he said revealing your sad little ball in the middle of the shower. He unbuckled his pants and ripped off his shirt before stepping into the tub and coming up behind you, plopping down. 

He rubbed your back for a second, his warm and large hands felt so nice and bad and angering and comforting all at the same time. 

You ruled it as more comforting. 

You scooted back and into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you and you let out your tears for the first time in a month.

That probably wasn't so healthy.

You sobbed and sobbed into his arms as the hot water continued to pour around you. 

He left small kisses on your forehead and wet hair that had no more shampoo in it. 

After a second he lifted your chin up to him. You opened your eyes and gazed at him. You kissed him and he hugged your naked body tighter. 

"What if I hate pregnancy and it's hard and difficult and it was all for nothing?" You say through chocked back tears.

"And what if you never know how it is? After all we've been through." He said giving you a kiss. 

"But what if it kills me? Or kills us and our relationship? Or our money?" You say, another round of tears coming from your eyes.

"It won't. You are healthy and we'll get you the best hospital care. Nothing could possibly separate us. And money will be more and more as the hits come." He comforts you saying. 

His arms and legs around you feel so fucking good. Your heart is torn and your head indecisive, but your love from Roger is constant and warm and everything you ever needed and wanted.

"I really love you. I love you more then anything." You say digging your head into his warm and smooth chest. 

"It's gonna be ok, i promise. I love you more then life itself." He says leaving more small kisses on your head.