A Piece of My Heart

Part 52: Patty cake

"Freddie stop squirming, I've got to wash what appears to be vomit out of your hair. How on earth did this get there? What did you do to get this way besides being completely blotto" Cynthia asked.

"Blotto, blotto , blotto, what a funny word Cyn. Whaz it mean? 🎶Love of my life, I'm blotto🎶

"Ugh, Freddie, stop it, I'm not kidding, take your hands off of me, I can't get you cleaned and quite frankly, you stink and if you don't stop it I'm gonna call Phoebe and have him finish washing you. I'm sure the poor man has done it before!"

"🎶Dreamers ball, I wanna go to the dreamer's ball with you,

but I can't go because Cynthia says I'm stinky poo.🎶

"PHOEBE! PHOEBE, I NEED YOU!" Cynthia cried out.

"No, no, no. You're to stay here with me, because your the🎶Love of my life, don't leave me🎶."

"Freddie, let go of my hands and stop tickling me."

tickle, tickle, tickle

"FREDDIE, cut it out"

"NO!, patty cake, patty cake, baker's man."

"Oh my God"

"Bake me a cake as fast as you can"

"PHOEBE, PLEASE NOW!!!!" Cynthia cried again.

"You called Cynthia? Phoebe asked hiding a smirk.

"Did I call, did I call, he's all yours" Cynthia said as she handed Phoebe the wash cloth and left the room slamming the door shut.

"Freddie, what the fuck...?"

"Is she gone?" Freddie asked quietly and soberly.

Phoebe stared at Freddie and stepped closer to him. He's seen Freddie drunk many, many times, but this was perplexing. What is going on he thought?

"Yes Freddie, she left and slammed the door on her way out. She even left the hotel, she said she had some errands to attend to" Phoebe said.

"Please hand me my robe" Freddie said fully sentient.

"Phoebe, I am in so much trouble, and I don't know how to handle it." Freddie said as he sat at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

Freddie had no problem baring his soul to Phoebe, he trusts him implicitly. What he tells Phoebe, and what Phoebe sees at Garden Large is kept amongst themselves. Freddie was always comfortable with this fact because he had someone to vent to and in times like this, he needed that.

Freddie's POV

I love Cynthia, you know that. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. She's changed me. Phoebe, I'm going to marry her. Today I went to Cartier to buy an engagement ring. I even bought myself a little something. I'm going to propose and persuade her to come back to London with me. I was so excited today Pheeb, I went to Bar 57 to have a celebratory drink with myself and I, again, over-indulged. First the band joined me and we finished off another bottle and they left. All of a sudden the seat next to me became occupied by Thor Arnold and he waved Lee Nolan to come over and join us. You know, my so-called New York Daughters, my own personal cadre that were always there to satisfy my every need.

"Uh, oh, Freddie" Phoebe uttered.

Yep, oh oh, is right on target, I ordered a third bottle of Moet & Chandon and before I knew it they ushered me into the private men's toilet. Phoebe, I could hardly stand, Lee propped me up and Thor unbuckled my pants and went to town on me. I kept on saying, no, I don't want this, but, well, I basically exploded and luckily, before anything really invasive happened, I threw up. Thank God, I threw up, they cleared out quite quickly after making sure I was safely tucked away with my driver. Thankful for that. They are not bad people. I just don't understand when I told them I was going to get engaged, why they would do this to me.

Phoebe, how am I going to explain this to Cynthia? What would she say or do to me. I don 't want to lose her.

Phoebe

Freddie, you love Cynthia and from what I have seen, she is head over heels in love with you. Speak with her, tell her the truth. Every time you evade the truth and make up some cock and bull story, it winds up biting you in the ass. Be honest and tell her what happened. You really weren't responsible, she'll recognize that BUT DON'T TELL HER YOU WERE BULLSHITTING HER IN THE SHOWER. That she would not forgive. To be perfectly honest with you Boss, it was quite funny.

"PHOEBE, NOT HELPING!"

"Sorry, Freddie", get dressed and I'll fix you strong cup of tea and some of your Mom's cheese biscuits that we brought over, and we'll figure this out and form some sort of game plan."

Cynthia's POV

What the heck is going on with Freddie? I never saw him like this, it was actually hysterically funny, but something doesn't add up.

"Hey Cynthia" John Deacon called to her from across the lobby, standing there with Brian and Roger.

"Oh, hi guys, how ya doing?" Cynthia asked.

"We're great, how are YOU doing?"

"Just fine."

"Really, just fine, that's all?" John said.

"Hey, what's going on guys. First Freddie acting strangely and now you" Cynthia said.

"Freddie...wha...what do you mean?" Brian asked

"Well, he came home, completely intoxicated out of his mind and Phoebe is cleaning him in the shower, that's what!" Cynthia said.

The boys shots glances at each other with raised eyebrows. John had a concerned look, Roger smirked and Brian looked annoyed.

"Well, boys, you deal with him, I've got a meeting at the office. See you later." Cynthia said as she left the lobby to find her driver.

"Come on, lads. let's see what's going on, something's off. " Bri said as they entered the private elevator to the penthouse suite.

As they knocked at the door they heard Freddie yell to Phoebe, "if it's a fan, send them away."

"Hi guys, what's up?" Phoebe asked as Freddie waltzed out of his bedroom looking as if he jumped out of an Esquire shoot, looking fresh and handsome displaying the Mercury swagger.

"That's what we want to know. We just met Cynthia in the lobby quite upset. She said you were terribly intoxicated. Those were her words actually. You don't look drunk to us Freddie. What the hell is going on" Bri yelled.

"Just a little while ago you were asking us for advice on how to propose and now this? Did you change your mind already" John asked softly. Never one to speak up or volunteer any information, John was just as confused and disappointed as the rest of the band.

Freddie

Listen, what I am going to tell you remains between us only. Phoebe knows because I already vented.

Yes, I was drunk, terribly. After you all left, I just wanted to gather my thoughts and ponder on what you all had said. Then, Thor Arnold appeared and sat down and motioned to Lee Nolan to join us. Hey, stop looking at each other. I know, I know what you're thinking, stop that shit.

Well, I was still high on love, excitement and anticipation, continued drinking and told them the same news I told you. I thought that they were excited for me but in retrospect, now with a sober mind, I guess they weren't. After seeing all the wine that I had, Thor asked if I had to use the loo. I actually had to but was in no condition to navigate. I could hardly stand upright, so they helped to the bathroom and went in with me.

"FREDDIE!" cried John

"JOHN, I was in no condition to do otherwise, I could not stand, much less get my cock out of my pants. Lee unbuckled my belt and unzipped me as Thor held me upright and proceeded to give me a blow job. I tried fighting it, I kept on saying, NO, I don't want it, but he kept on going and I exploded, literally."

"Too much information Fred" Bri said.

"S'okay, I threw up all over them. That will teach them!" Freddie chuckled.

"Freddie....?" Cynthia whispered.