"Freddie, we have to talk" Heddie said.
"What about?"
"What about, are you kidding? You have a son and another one on the way. What do you mean, what about"?
"I love you, you love me, we re going to have two children. Timmy loved you before he knew you were his father" Heddie said.
"What, what are you saying. Are you asking me to marry you" Freddie gasped.
"I'm not asking you for a damn thing, Freddie. I simply wanted to have a calm discussion on how to proceed. Do you want to be in your children's lives? Do you want to have a say in their upbringing? Where do you see our relationship going?"
Freddie sat down at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands and yelled, "Phoebe, I need at voddie and tonic."
"You need alcohol at 10 AM to deal with your children and me?" Heddie asked.
"Stop acting as if you were my wife, I can do what I want" Freddie shouted.
It was as if ice-water was thrown in Heddie's face. Stunned, she rose and walked over to her clothes and started to dress. It was all she could do to hold back the tsunami of tears ready to flood, and she would not let Freddie see her cry.
"Where do you think you're going?" Freddie asked as if coming out of a daze.
"I'm going home to my son and my family." Heddie flew down the stairs as Phoebe started to ask her about breakfast.
"Heddie..." Phoebe said.
"Sorry Phoebe, gotta go, ask Freddie if he wants anything after he finishes his morning vodka."
"HEDDIE..." Freddie called from upstairs.
"Go to him Pheebs, he's going to need you. Goodbye"
Heddie ran out of the house, through the garden and turned to see the house and mouthed "goodbye Freddie." Out the green door she ran and looked for a red phone kiosk.
Phoebe
"Freddie, can I come in? What's wrong Freddie? Since when do you drink at 10 AM? What happened with Heddie."
I don't usually intrude in Freddie's private matters, but something is clearly wrong. I mean, the way Heddie flew down the stairs and ran out. There he is, my boss, my friend, looking so forlorn and lonely. I never met anyone like him, the situations he gets himself into. God, he's crying, I hardly see him cry, what did he do now?
"Freddie, talk to me, what happened?"
"Oh, Pheebs, I'm such an unmitigated asshole. I insulted her and probably Timmy as well. She'll probably never let me see Timmy let alone the new child."
"Uh, new child, Freddie?" I know I'm sporting a great big grin on my face.
"Phoebe, what's with the face? Yes, she is pregnant with my child. It seems it happened in Vegas. There, are you satisfied, you big lummox. Where's my tea?"
"I already asked you, what happened?"
"She complained about my drinking vodka at 10 in the morning."
"And why did you feel the need for Vodka in the morning."
"Fuck, what is this, and inquisition."
"Freddie you know you tell me almost everything, I'm here in the house, I do hear everything. I walk into your room and find you crying, so I ask you for the third time, what happened?"
"I yelled at her and told her to stop acting like my wife."
"FREDDIE! did you really say that to her."
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CRAVING FREDDIE
General FictionA 24 year old runaway billionaire's daughter delights in making Freddie Mercury's vacation a horror. What she doesn't know is that he's ready to take her over his knee and wail the tar out of her and then... the fireworks begin.
