Forgive the shorter chapter, but I'm just getting started. I too, had to reread to get my mojo back.
The moonlight slipped in through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft amber glow across the room, wrapping everything in a golden hush. The only sound was a gentle, rhythmic snore — not loud, not annoying, just enough to remind her that he was there, peaceful and real.
Freddie lay beside her, curled like a cat, one arm draped lazily across his chest, lips slightly parted, his hair disarrayed by sleep, pillow and the ardent lovemaking hours before. He looked different like this — not the dazzling star who strutted across stages with a voice that could shake the heavens, but a man, her man, vulnerable, human, and utterly hers.
She smiled to herself, brushing a fingertip over the back of his hand. Even in sleep, he was fabulous — magic personified, as if he couldn't help it. His face soft now, far from the commanding fireball that lit up the stage.
His thick eyelashes fluttered, wanting to awaken him, but he only sighed and shifted closer, his hand now resting on her belly.
There. That tiny flutter again.
The idea that Freddie Mercury, the flamboyant genius adored by millions, was about to become a father was almost surreal. And yet, here he was, snoring beside her like an ordinary man after a long day, completely unaware of how much she loved him in that very moment.
His hair was tousled, wild from the love making hours before. She watched him, her hand resting lightly on her belly, still getting used to the idea that their world was growing. Inside her, tiny flutters reminded her that love, when it is true love, doesn't just sing - it multiplies.
How had the universe chosen her? Of all the people under starlit skies and smoky bars and roaring arenas, her. To be loved by him. To be the quiet he came home to. The truth beneath the glitter.
"Your going to be an amazing father" she whispered to him.
And in the hush of the night, with the world paused outside their window, she closed her eyes — heart full, soul safe — wrapped in the sound of the man she loved, dreaming beside her.
He stirred again, snorted lightly, then settled again with a contented sigh. She chuckled quietly.
"Yes, darling, you're fabulous even when you snore," she whispered.
Her fingers traced the outline of his hand resting beside hers—strong, calloused, full of melodies. The same hand that had gripped a microphone like a sword, fighting against the world for his music to be heard, now resting in peace beside the woman he adored.
And soon, he'd be more than a lover, more than a showman.
He'd be a father.
She let that settle on her heart like a soft crescendo. A Freddie Mercury lullaby no one would ever hear onstage, but one that would echo forever in their child's heartbeat.
And as he snored beside her, still shimmering even in sleep, she felt the future unfold—wild, beautiful, and utterly theirs. Cynthia snuggled beside him, wrapped her leg over him and fell blissfully asleep.
They both awakened in a tangle of bedsheets, arms and legs holding on to each other for dear life.
"Good morning darling" Freddie cooed.
"Mmmmm, don't move, it feels so delicious. I don't want to get up now" Cynthia whined.
"Nope, up lazy bones, we have a lot to do and a lot to talk about" Freddie said as he walked to the bathroom.
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A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
