𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

LXXVII

I woke up, still wearing Rogers shirt from the night before. I could smell the faint scent of something cooking downstairs. Oh no..

I sat up straight on the bed and hesitated to go downstairs. Maybe I should just pretend I'm asleep? It'd save me from whatever Rog was cooking downstairs.

I sighed and stood up from the bed, almost collapsing, as I slowly, struggled to walk downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen and sat on the stool, resting my head on the same counter Roger had railed me over.

My hair was covering my face and I heard Roger chuckle from the stove, then a moment later, I felt his arms encircle around my torso, kissing the back of my head.

"Still tired?" he asked, to which I nodded in response.

"What're you making?" I asked, lifting my head a little, resting my chin on my forearms, as he walked back over to the stove, wearing the glasses he wore last night and a silver-chain necklace.

"Omelette and bacon" he answered, turning his head to face me and give me a smile.

I stood up, holding on to the counter, and walked over to where he was cooking, wrapping my arms around his torso, kissing the back of his shoulder.

After we ate breakfast – which was actually decent, compared to last night's lasagna – we were slumped down on the couch, my legs over his thighs, as one of his hands held my back, and the other rubbed my knee.

Something was bugging me, pushing me to ask him something. I couldn't stop thinking about what Fred told me yesterday, stopping before elaborating any further, leaving me with plenty of questions unanswered.

I was hesitant to ask him, I told him all my issues and problems with my family, even seeing my dad in hospital, who I had no word from ever since.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, noticing that I was deep in thought.

I quickly debated on asking him or not, opening my mouth to speak when I decided. "Roger.. Can I ask you something?" I decided to ask him. I wanted him to talk to me, and let him know he could tell me anything.

"Of course. Ask away" he shrugged his shoulders, lightly, giving my knee a gentle squeeze.

"Well... While I was helping Fred the other day he... mentioned something..." I stopped, thinking how to  word the next sentence, without coming off insensitive.
"Well... He asked me how things were with you and me, and I told him that things were good and how you were with the girls... Then he said something about you being a good dad unlike... Yours?" I began twirling a piece of his hair, wishing I didn't let my curiosity take over.

He looked down at his hand that was resting on top of my knee.

"You don't half to tell me if you don't want to... Just know that if you want to talk, I'll listen" I assured him, offering a kind smile, as I kissed his cheek.

His baby blue eyes met my Green ones, and returned the same smile. "Well... I won't go too much into detail... But, I didn't exactly get the same treatment Priscilla and Ana get" he chuckled and my eyes softened, sympathetically for him.

Roger told me a bit more about his childhood, as I just sat and listened, watching his eyes stay fixed on his hand that was on my knee.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging onto him tightly, as he closed his eyes and rested his head in the crook of my neck.
"I'm sorry" I whispered, kissing his cheek.

"No, it's alright, love. There was nothing you could do" he murmured in my hair, smiling in reassurance.

"No, I'm sorry for bringing it up" I said, feeling guilty for making him talk about it.

"It's alright. You've told me everything that goes on in your life" he shrugged, as I continued to rub circles on his back, soothingly.

"I love you" I whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek, as he grinned, pulling me up to sit on his lap.

"I love you too" he repeated the phrase, pulling me in to kiss me hard.

⚜︎

We drove over to my mum's house to pick up Ana and Priscilla. Roger spent most of the car ride asking me if I had made my mind up about going on tour with him next time.

I thought about it the entire drive, considering it. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad... As long as Ana doesn't miss home too much. I know Priscilla would be over the moon to go on tour, since its all she talks about, plus I absolutely hate university, it's not as if me and my mum have a deal going on anymore.

"Alice?" I heard Roger speak up, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hm?" I hummed, snapping my head towards him, as he pulled over.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked.

I thought about it for a few more seconds, before finally giving my unnecessary, overdue answer. "I'll go on tour with you" I stated, watching a grin on his face spread like a child getting what they want.

"You mean it?" he asked, an I nodded in response, with the same excited grin on my face.

He leaned over the driver seat and placed a chaste kiss on my lips, holding my chin up with his index and middle finger, before pulling away, leaving the both of us grinning, then finally deciding to go into my mum's house to tell the girls.