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LXXIX

Roger, Priscilla, Ana and I were all sharing one of the limousines, after a 14 hour flight from London.

Priscilla was bored out of her mind the entire flight, as well as me and Roger, who tried to convince me to join the mile high club in the bathroom, which I refused numerous of times, since both our daughters and all of our friends were on the flight.

Ana just slept, got fed, and played with her toys the entire flight, unbothered by the unreasonably, irritating long flight and keeping me busy.

"Well, that flight was awfully dull. I thought first class would've been better" Roger complained, like a toddler, trying to stretch his limbs.

"It wasn't that bad" I said, lying. It was awful, I thought I would jump off the plane any moment, at least I'd have something to do.

"Don't lie. I caught you eyeing up that door, ready to jump with no parachute" he smirked, lightly kicking my ankle.

"Don't know what you're talking about" I shrugged, looking out of the window.

When we arrived at the hotel, I carried Priscilla out, while Rog carried Ana, there was people taking our bags out of the limousine and into the hotel.

We walked into the massive, luxurious hotel, where many people where outside of, with signs like 'welcome Queen' or other phrases, there were screaming and squealing, as the four members just waved and blew kisses, Freddie of course being more over the top, which was why everybody loved the frontman.

Roger held onto my waist, as Freddie and Paul were trying to get everyones room numbers.

"You're room 9 on the fourth floor, next to Brian and Chrissie" Paul said, plainly, giving us our key card, as we uttered a 'thanks' and walked up to the hotel room.

As we got up to the hotel room, I collapsed on to the bed with Priscilla, prompting her to giggle, as I kissed her head.

Roger walked into the bedroom, where I was, chuckling as he sat down on the bed, with Ana wriggling in his arms, playing with his cold rings, while babbling and making noises.

"You're coming to the show tonight, aren't you?" Roger asked, making sure.

"Of course! As long as there's a big bed backstage, so me, Priscilla and Ana can watch, hear and sleep" I joked, completely shattered from the jet lag.

Roger chuckled and I felt the bed dip lower, signalling that he was slumping down on the bed beside me, I angled my head to face him, beaming a smile at him, as I took off his sunglasses, losing myself in his ocean, baby blues.

It was always so easy to lose myself in those eyes of his, like being in an ocean, unable to stop myself from drowning over and over again.

He pushed back a piece of my tousled -probably messy- curly hair, behind my ear, kissing my forehead.

"Is there anything you want to do before the show tonight? Like go anywhere? See anything?" he asked, as both Priscilla and Anastasia crawled out of our arms, and started playing on the bed, still in our sight.

"Yes." I answered, nodding my head, slightly.

"Okay, what do you want to do?" he asked, placing his hand on my waist, looking down, holding eye contact.

"Sleep" I answered, as a wide, tired and childish grin spread on my face, and he rolled his eyes, prompting me to laugh a little.

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"Wake up! The show starts in a bloody hour and you lot aren't even dressed!" Freddie exclaimed, barging into our room.

"Fuck off, Fred!" Roger yelled, as Priscilla gasped at he father's language, giving him a stern look, which I laughed at. "Sorry, sweetheart" Roger apologized, chuckling.