𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

LXIX

February, 1975

"Is there anything you need help with?" Fate asked, as she was finished placing the banisters in the living room.

"No, thanks. I think we're finished, I just need to sort the food and we're done" I said, as I placed the sandwiches on the tray.

"We're back!" I heard Vicky yell from the front door. "Jesus, how many weans are gonna be at this bloody party?" Vicky huffed, as she set the bag of food on the kitchen counter, while Sara followed her, jumping up, excitedly onto the counter.

"No one, except Sara. She's three. The only friend she has her age is Sara" I shrugged, as I unloaded the food onto the trays.

"Well then, why is there so much food needed?" Vicky questioned, raising her eyebrow, quizzical.

"Don't worry about it" I said, nodding my head at her. "Where's Ashley?" I asked, checking the front door.

"What?" Vicky asked, looking confused, as she flipped her head to the front door. "Oh, for fucks sake!" she exaggerated, as she went outside to find Ashley, while I handed Sara a sweet.

"She probably couldn't be arsed carrying all the stuff, sand left to find Kirk" Fate joked, trying to sneakily, grab a sandwich from the tray, as I smacked her hand.

"You're probably right" I laughed, my smile faded quickly, as I smacked her hand away again from the food tray, giving her a death glare.

A few minutes later, Vicky and Ashley finally returned. "Where did you go?" I pointed my question, directly at Ashley.

"She saw Kirk, and ran away" Vicky rolled her eyes, shaking her head, with her arms crossed.

"That's not true! I had to get the cake from the car, and it was heavy!" Ashley exaggerated.

"Cry in a corner about it" Fate stated, shrugging her shoulders, picking a cherry off of a cupcake, I allowed her to have, since she claimed to be deadly starving.

"Where did you get this food from anyway?" I asked, rummaging through the bags of food.

"We made them" Vicky shrugged, as she sat beside Fate on the stool, in front of the counter, where Sara was sitting.

"You made them?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, we got them. Same thing" Vicky replied, raising a brow.

"Where did you get them?" I questioned.

"Greggs" Ashley answered, as I nodded.

"When are these people getting here anyway?" Ashley asked, as she set the birthday cake in the fridge.

"Should be here in 5 minutes. Is Freddie, Brian and John coming, too?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think Deacy and Ronnie are bringing Robert" Fate responded.

A few minutes later, and I heard the front door being barged open, revealing Freddie, wearing a black jacket, with diamond covering it, and sunglasses.

"Darlings! Where's Priscilla? Is she here yet?" Freddie asked, kissing my cheek.

"Not yet. She should be here in a few minutes" I smiled.

"Where is she?" Brian asked, walking in, with his arm around Chrissie's shoulder.

"I don't know. Roger said he was gonna take her somewhere, so we had time to set up" I shrugged.

"Is there anything else needing to be done?" Deacy asked, as he folded his arms, while Ronnie held Robert.

"No. That's everything set up" I assured, as I went to the kitchen, to pour everybody a drink.

Five minutes of just chatting had passed, and I spotted Priscilla running in, with ice cream all over her face, but surprisingly not her yellow dress.

"I'm assuming you took her for ice cream" I stated, with raised eyebrows.

"How'd you guess?" he grinned.

I pecked his lips, before taking her over to the kitchen, to clean her face up.

"How did her face get so messy, but not her dress?" I asked, walking back into the living room.
Roger just shrugged in response, as he lifted her out of my arms, and into his, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"There's the big birthday girl!" Freddie announced, he picked her up and sat on the couch, as she giggled. She definitely adored Freddie. In her eyes, he was her uncle, who she looked up to, and he adored her just as much.

A couple hours passed, and Priscilla began impatiently begging me to allow her to open her presents. She squealed in excitement, as I allowed her to open her gifts, a little earlier than intended.

John and Veronica had gotten her a children's picture book. Brian and Chrissie got her a dress-up dress, Fate and Adele got her crayons, since Priscilla had recently taken an interest in art. Ashley and Kirk got her a colouring book. Vicky and River got her little dolls.

And Freddie and Mary had gotten her a 'sheer heart attack'  album Vinyl, so far they spoiled her the most, as she loved listening to Queen's music at the studio.

Lastly, I got her a small easel and paints, for her to mess around with, which again she adored. But I think Rogers gift beat us all by a long shot.

Her entire face lit up, as she unwrapped the biggest gift, which revealed a small, children's drum kit, she absolutely fell in love with it, and hugged Roger for a good 5 minutes before starting to just bang on the drums, loudly with her new plastic drum sticks.

Roger came from behind me, wrapping an arm around my torso, as he rested his chin on my shoulder. "Show off" I murmured into his neck, softly kissing it, as I grinned against his neck.

"Jelous?" he teased, sharing my grin, while he kissed my lips, softly