Heirs To Queen

Alice Taylor

26th June 1970

Roger honks the horn of the van twice to let Freddie know they're outside. The band now renamed Queen is off on a uni tour starting in Roger's home town Truro, Cornwall, their first gig is tomorrow night.

He goes to press it again but Brian stops him, "Don't do it again. It's still early in the day mate, you'll wake Amelia up."

The blonde looks past him, "No, I won't," He sighs as Freddie walks out with Amelia in her car seat as well as his bag and a smaller bag which he can assume is Amelia's, "Part of the band now is she?" He shouts out the door as Brian gets out to help him by taking the bags.

"No, but she makes for a cute mascot," He clips her into the van between himself and Mike, "I did tell you she'd be with us for the two Cornwall dates as my parents and sister are on holiday."

"He did, Rog," Brian and Mike back him up.

"Besides we're only playing tomorrow and on the 1st so I'd like to take her to the beach for the first time and maybe the zoo."

Roger looks over his shoulder at the little girl who is grabbing at Mike's fingers and smiles, "My mum is going to love her."

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After a five-hour drive, they arrive in Truro at Roger's mum's house and as predicted, "Who is this sweet angel?" Winifred takes to Amelia immediately and lifts her out of the car seat.

"Lovely to see you again, Winifred. This is my daughter, Amelia..."

"Winnie, please," She interrupts Freddie, "She's a pretty little thing. When are you going to give me a grandchild, Roger?"

Freddie, Brian and Mike snigger, Roger just rolls his eyes and takes his stuff inside, "Not anytime soon mum."

"Hmm... that's a shame, I'm sure this one would love a friend. Come on sweetpea," She takes Amelia inside introducing her to her westie, Pippin and Roger's younger sister, Claire.

For the gig the next evening Freddie decided to leave Amelia with Winifred, college pubs aren't the place for a child.

The gig went well and following it, Mike went off with a girl he hit up while Roger, Brian and Freddie stood around the back of the van, smoking and enjoying a drink before going home.

"Roger Taylor?" A female voice pulls the three away from their conversation.

He turns around to a pretty blonde woman around his age coming towards him and dragging a young blonde little girl behind her, but he doesn't get a chance to confirm her question, "I knew it, I knew it was you. When I saw the posters for your band playing tonight, a year I've been trying to find you."

"Sorry, what are you talking about?" He frowns not sure he likes where this is going, "Do I know you?"

"Oh, of course, you don't remember me. Roger Taylor drummer boy who likes to bang more than just his drums. My friends told me not to sleep with you, I should have listened. My name is Georgia, not that you took the time to find that out. July 1968 you were home to celebrate your 19th birthday and having a couple drinks with some friends. Remember me yet," She spies a little recollection in his eyes, "Yeah then you bumped into me. Things got a bit steamy, in the back of this van if I remember correctly."

Brian and Freddie quickly move from their spots sat on the floor of the van but she continues, "Of course while in the back of the van, you decided to forgo the condom. You swan off of course I never see you again, a month later I start puking my guts up," Roger's eyes grow wide, "Eight months later Alice enters the world and my life turned to shit. My parents threw me out, and I lost my job. Then I meet someone I'm picking my life back up but there's one problem, my boyfriend doesn't like children and to be honest neither do I so here you go," She pulls the hand of the little girl with her and pushes her to him causing her to fall against the pavement scraping her hands and knees, "She's all yours."