𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

L

April, 1974

Watching Priscilla grow was definitely the best thing that came out of the entire mess. Just observing as she'd take her first steps on her stumbling, tubby legs, hearing her uttering her first words, and watching a bright smile form on her lips everytime she'd see me, when I came home from a long, tiring day of med school, made me realize that the hassle and the heartbreak was all worth it. Because it brought the best thing I have in my life.

She was a burst of sunshine and energy, she'd never cry anytime she'd want something and didn't get it, she'd never be scared she'd get into trouble anytime she made a mistake. It didn't sound serious, but it made me so proud, as a mother that she knew she could make mistakes and didn't need to be worried about me yelling at her. I'd taught her that mistakes were normal and completely fine.

Priscilla taught me about motherhood along the way, as I watched her grow and learn, and made me realise my sister was wrong, that I was guaranteed to be a shitty mother.

Priscilla looked and acted so much like her father. Most women in my position would've hated it, I know that my mother wasn't exactly pleased, when she began noticing how much Priscilla looked and behaved like Roger.

She had blonde hair, like Roger's, curly like mine. She had pale skin, which she certainly got from both of us, and bright, beaming blue eyes, like Roger's, that illuminated in the brightness of the sun or moon, and chubby, little rosy cheeks.

I found it funny, how she acted so much like Roger, even when she didn't have an example of him. She had his humor, attitude, she shared both our compassion and love.

There was a bit of me that was clear in her, her face sculpture looked like mine, she had already developed natural long eyelashes that she inherited from me, and she had a thing for Elvis, once she established how she got her name.

I didn't care if she was so much like Roger, it made her who she is, and in my eyes, she was perfect.

She wasn't so perfect, trying to get her settled into her cot, she hated it, she always wanted to sleep in my bed, cuddling me.

So it would revolve in me on the rocking chair, with her in my arms, until she fell asleep, peacefully, so I could settle her down into her cot.

I heard the telephone ring, once I just got her in bed, and basically zoomed to the phone, picking it up, so the ringing wouldn't interrupt Priscilla.

"Hello?" I said, slightly enraged at who was phoning me at this time.

"Mickey!" Vicky called, drunkenly into the phone, I heard Fate arguing with someone in the background, and Ashley trying to shove Vicky out the way, so she could get to the phone. "I have to go, Mickey, someone is just dying to speak to you" I practically heard the eye roll, as she passed the phone to Ashley.

"Hi, Ashley" I greeted, bringing my arm around my waist.

"Are you still coming to my birthday party?" she asked, straight to the point. I had forgotten it was this week, I didn't know if I could go, since I hadn't told my mother I was going anywhere and needed a sitter.

"I'll need to ask my mum if she could take Priscilla" I answered.

"Just bring her" Ashley suggested, unfazed.
"Really?" I asked, slightly surprised.
"Yeah, Vicky's bringing Sara. She's dragging River along so he can babysit and she can drink" she laughed

There was still one other problem, however. Roger. I knew that the girls were still friends with most of the band, so therefore it would be unpredicted if Roger were to turn up. But it was Ashley's twenty third, and I didn't want to miss it, so I decided to suck it up, if he was there, he was there, there'd be nothing I could do about it.

"Sure" I agreed.

"Thank god! I'll see you on Saturday! Bye!" she said, enthusiastically.

I smiled and set the phone back down, peeling into Priscillas room, to make sure, she was still sound asleep. To my thankfulness, she was, cuddled up with her favorite stuffed sheep.