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Return of King Roger

In the back seat of the limousine, Roger and I were sweating it up. I had my hands hooked on his belt loops and half our clothes were strewn across the floor. We were invisible, our breath had fogged the already tinted windows and we had hardly began.

Ten minutes before, we had been completely innocent. I stood in the terminal, waiting as they walked down the stairs and straight to me. Freddie was first, followed by Roger who instantly dropped his bags and ran, picking me up and spinning around

"Oh god, Luce! That was the longest month of my life!" He put me down, embracing me whilst kissing the top of my head. Against Roger, I barely reached his chin, and stood on my toes to kiss him gently. He stopped suddenly, looking around.

"Henry?"

"Is at home, blue eyes. Vivienne volunteered because she knew the limo ride home isn't going to be pretty." I joked, resting my hands on his shoulders.

"She isn't wrong." He winked, dipping down to kiss me quickly. We both grinned as he let me go. As Roger collected the rest of his suitcases from luggage, I found Brian.

"You'll have to come over and meet your grandson, old man!" I teased, hugging him. Compared to me, Brian was (and still is) a giant. At least a ruler above me in height, I stood as high as my feet could go and let myself drown in curls.

"Lucy May, you're in big trouble. You have no idea what it's like getting a call from Chrissie at 7 AM to tell me you had been in a car accident! And that you were having a caesarean! I mean, Sao Paulo is only 2 hours behind but Lord God Almighty, Lucy! You scared the shit out of me. I was nearly the one in hospital." He rambled nervously, keeping his hands on either side of my head. This was a side of Brian May rarely seen.

"It's all okay now. Check out my wicked scar!" I lifted up my shirt slightly as Freddie and John joined us, showing off my battle wounds. Still inflated, I stopped caring about my post-pregnancy body the moment they cut it open. No bothers given.

"Shit yeah, Lucifer!" Freddie congratulated, high-fiving me. I felt an arm snake around my hips as Roger returned with enough luggage to clothe a country.

"Is everyone ready?" He asked, adjusting his sunglasses. Lord knows he would never find his way around the airport without them. He struggled at the house without his glasses on, I would love to see him navigate an airport without them.

After a group nod, we hustled out and into the waiting car: A black limo. When everyone had been dropped at their houses, Roger and I were the last to go home.

That is the story of how I ended up half-naked with Roger's head between my breasts and a hand somewhere you don't need explained.
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Stumbling into our house, I dragged the electric blue suitcase through the front door, followed closely by Roger and his duffel bag. Vivienne took one look at us, laughed, and met us at the lounge room entryway.

"Told you, Lucy. You won't be able to keep your hands off him. Nice to see you again, Hornball Taylor." She greeted, taking the suitcase from me. He returned the greeting by sticking his tongue out, following her to our bedroom. I stayed behind, making my way quietly over to the sunshine yellow bassinet in our lounge. Grey eyes met mine instantly and a small, gummy smile appeared.

"Good morning, Prince Henry of the Taylor Residence." I laughed, picking him up. I looked down at me feet, avoiding stepping on the record player and Aladdin Sane?

"Vivienne Rosemary? Have you and Hen been listening to my Bowie records?" I asked loudly, walking behind the staircase to my bedroom. Vivienne looked at me with a guilty grin and tapped Roger on the shoulder. He turned around and melted, looking at the infant I was holding to my chest. He jaw dropped as he silently made his way towards us, blue eyes liquid.

"Oh god. Look at him." He whispered, standing still and keeping his distance.

"Babe, you won't break him." I offered. Hesitantly, Roger slipped his hands under Henry's tiny body and lifted him towards himself, gasping at how light Henry was. I laughed quietly, watching him sit down on the bed and hold our baby. I busied myself with his clothes from the bags, running back and forth with Vivienne to get the room cleaned up again.

"I have to go, Lucy. I've got work." Vivienne said apologetically, helping lift the last pile of terrible shirts into the washing machine.

"Oh gosh. I've just adjusted to us living together again. I'll help you pack."

We returned half an hour later to find Roger in his underwear, Henry on his chest.

"Hairy ass legs." Vivienne cried, laughing. Roger looked over at us.

"Hairy? You haven't seen what these are hiding." He began, motioning to his underwear. Vivienne and I both squealed like high school girls, covering our eyes and hugging each other for dear life.

Everything was back to normal.

But just as always, when one guest leaves, another arrives. Chrissie and Brian let themselves in, kicking off their shoes in the doorway. Roger was relaxed and at home, finally clothed in pyjama pants, lying across the couch with Henry on his abdomen, watching What The Papers Say.

"Haven't seen you for a while, Brian Harold May!" I called, running up and hugging him.

"it's been centuries since midday." He joked, pulling a present out from behind his back. The newest Queen tour shirt was folded nicely in his hand.

"Another one to add to the collection." I laughed, hugging him again. Roger sat up slowly, letting Chrissie lift Henry up and carry him over to us.

"Oh shit. That's... He's... Oh my god." He mumbled, taking Henry into his arms.

"Gorgeous, just like his mum." Chrissie added as Roger joined the huddle.

"And his dad!" Roger sulked as I placed a hand on his bare chest.

"Fine, like his dad, too. But mumma is prettier!" I whispered, kissing him slowly. I rested my fingers in Roger's hair, watching Brian and Chrissie fawn over Henry.

"I bet they'll go home and get pregnant." Roger whispered, kissing my temples.

"I heard that!"