"Jeez, someone's a hungry person today." Roger commented, snagging a corn chip from my bowl.
"Roger, there's this adorable animal in Australia called a wombat whose main defence is to squash their enemy's head under their rear end. If you say anything about my eating pattern again, I will turn into said wombat and flatten ya with me arse cheeks." I threatened, pointing at him with a dorito. He laughed at me, kissing my forehead.
"I love you, Lucy Taylor."
"Love you too, Roggiepoo!" I half-yelled, laughing. Roger pouted, sitting at the table next to me.
"At least give me a manly nickname! Roggiepoo is so girly."
"Have you not seen yourself in the 70s?" I climbed over his legs and sat against his hips, playing with his hair and looking at his eyes.
"Not gonna deny that long hair on you is such a turn on. Girly? A little. Gets me flamin' hot? Most definitely." I confessed, pushing his hair back. He looked at me with a stupid grin.
"Thanks for the ego boost. Much appreciated." He confessed as he kissed me. Beside us, Henry let out a loud giggle. We looked over to see him staring at his hands, laughing.
"Like mother, like son."
"What?"
"Does waking me up at 1AM to remind me that feet are just leg hands not ring a bell in that pretty head of yours?" He rested his head on my shoulder and ran a hand up my side. The phone rang on the wall beside the fridge, making us jolt.
"I'll get it, gorgeous." Roger offered, kissing me quickly. I climbed off him and went over to Henry.
"Ah, yucky mush! Mister Guacamole is a bit slobbery today." I wiped yet another tsunami of drool from my son's chin. He smiled at me as I lifted him out of his carrier on the table, rubbing my nose against his.
Roger held out the phone to me, mouthing 'Vivienne'.
"What's up, Viv?" I held the phone with one hand and Henry in the other.
"I need you at work. Cops went through the east end and pulled heaps of cases for you."
"I'm the last person the ward should be calling."
"Sorry, Luce. You're my last resort. There's a wave of unsettled kids and we're understaffed. I just need you to help me scrub em clean. God, bring Henry and the dweeb along if you have to but just get here before I start chain smoking all over the place" Vivienne begged on the other end of the line.
"I'll get dressed and come over. Henry and the dweeb can finally see what I do."
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"Lucy, it's not funny."
I couldn't contain my laughter as we drove home from hospital. I unpinned my apron and undid my buttons, letting my chest expand. I looked over at Roger who was driving with a deadpan expression and started laughing again.
"Oh, Rog. It really is hilarious. Vivienne thought so." I patted him on the shoulder, sniffing.
We turned left to our new house and found Brian's car in the driveway. The red brick house seemed to glow in the sunlight.
"If you say anything to Brian, I'll divorce you." Roger whispered, pulling up next to Brian. Roger turned off the car and got out, quickly hugging Brian. I looked in the mirror at Henry who was fast asleep with his mouth slightly open. Once again, like mother, like son.
"How was the hospital?" Brian greeted as I got out. I looked at Roger who glared at me. My face twisted into a suppressed smile as I nodded.
"Don't you dare." Roger grumbled, opening the back driver's side door of his Benz to gently lift Henry out.
"Don't worry, legs. The nackersack secret is safe with me."
"Nackersack?" Brian asked Roger as he stood up.
"Please don't ask." Roger replied, frowning. My three made their way to the studio as I walked to the house to meet Chrissie at the back door.
"Roger looks happy to be home." Chrissie called from the doorway, standing up from the outdoor table setting.
"Yeah. Some elderly patient mistook us for doctors and flashed Rog his wanger and onions."
Chrissie took a moment to translate my euphemisms and began to scream laughter. I quickly covered her mouth.
"Shush! Roger can't know I told you!" I giggled, unlocking the door and letting her inside.
"It stays between me, you, Rog, and Miracle Meat in men's ward."
Later that night, Roger was still slightly sour about the day's events. He flopped onto the bed in his underwear next to me, hooking an arm around my waist.
"Yes, doctor Taylor?" I asked, rolling over to greet him. He frowned at me then smiled, kissing my neck.
"Is that what you go through every day?"
"Do you know many men I've had to treat due to a viagra overdose? So many." I laughed, kissing him.
"Well, I definitely don't need any viagra tonight."
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Fanfiction(Re-Upload from 2014) A Roger Taylor fanfic. Lucy May shares a deep connection with Queen guitarist, Brian May. He even let her use the May surname after taking her out of her parents home where things were quite the opposite of merry and safe. Bei...
