Life's Little Bumps

Chapter 2

Roger slumped in front of the toilet in his bathroom. He had been sick again and it was more about in response to the upsetting news he'd received than just another bout of morning sickness.

Morning sickness. The consideration made him feel sick again. Roger shifted off his knees and moved over to lean against the wall of the bathroom. He closed his eyes and tried to process the situation. Rubbing his fingers across his forehead. He was pregnant. And more than that, he was almost through the first trimester.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!" Roger mumbled as his hand moved to his stomach. Wanting to rub at it to soothe his queasiness and then almost ripping it away as he realized there was a baby inside there. A baby! He was going to have a fucking baby!

The sound of the telephone jarred him from his stupor and he groaned as he managed to stand up. Still feeling puny and walking to the phone in his bedroom. He plopped down on his bed and answered it.

"Hello."

"It's me. How did things go at the doctor?"

Roger wished he hadn't answered the phone. He wasn't ready for this conversation. He wasn't ready to tell Brian what he'd found out.

"They ran some tests and I've got to wait a few days to get the results." Roger lied. "He doesn't think it's serious." he added before Brian could presume the worst.

"Oh." Brian replied. "Are you feeling any better today?" he questioned.

"I am actually," Roger fibbed. "The doctor wasn't overly concerned about my nausea." he remarked and hoped Brian would buy this.

"That's good." Brian responded. "Are you up to doing something today?" he then inquired. Roger needed some time to figure things out and decide how he was going to tell Brian the news.

"I've got to tackle this laundry and catch up on my housekeeping." Roger told him. It was the last thing he wanted to do but it was a good excuse.

"Okay." Brian replied. "Call me if you decide you want to do something tonight." he offered.

"I will." Roger assured him.

"Love you Rog." Brian said and Roger smiled hearing it.

"Love you too. Bye." he replied and hung up the phone. Roger walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He grabbed a bottle of juice and took a drink. Wanting to wash away the taste of sick and trying to think about this next step. After returning the bottle to the refrigerator he stepped into the lounge and noted the laundry still piled up and the stack of unopened post on the table. He bent down and took hold of the stack of envelopes. Plopping down in a chair as he weeded through the unopened letters. After locating the plain brown envelope with the doctor's clinic address at the top, he tore the envelope and extracted the letter. Almost feeling a sense of anger as he read over the notice about his defective birth control pills. His eyes went to the date of the letter and his anger heightened as he saw it was posted to him a week after he had left for the tour. He crumbled the letter up into a ball and threw it in the waste bin.

'Too little too late!' Roger grumbled as he got up from the chair and eyed the laundry again. He could think about what to do while he got his laundry sorted. Instead he grabbed his jacket and wallet and keys and locked the door behind him as he walked to his car.

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The door opened and Roger was surprised to find Freddie actually being the one to answer it. His band mate and friend also was surprised to find the drummer on his doorstep.