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Arrival In Montreal

"Underground, overground, wombling free. The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we. Making good use of the things that we find. Things that the everyday folks leave behind." I sung, rocking my head side to side in rhythm with the song. Henry giggled ferociously, reaching out to touch the mass of curls as they swayed around my head. Roger mouth-trumpeted the final notes as he roled his suitcase into the kitchen.

"Right, my dear wife. I have my case full of my clothes and Henry's various possessions that he apparently needs on this trip. Yours is neatly stuffed with your clothes and what looks like Henry's entire wardrobe." He informed with a sarcastic undertone. Rock Montreal. The thought of this trip alone made my heart race. Roger proposed that we were coming simply because Chrissy and Veronica were coming. I knew he just wanted company and I was more than happy to oblige. I had been waiting for months for Montreal, and my dream was finally coming true.

"Good job, honey." I kissed him quickly, taking his hand in mine. "You're a real adult now."

Roger sarcastically laughed and kissed me again, standing up and lifting Henry out of his high-hair.

"Mummy and daddy are taking you to Montreaaaaaaaaaaaaallllll." Roger sang, waltzing our son around the kitchen. I decided not to tell him that dancing after food was not a good idea, especially when your dancing partner is only nine months old. It only left me with more laundry.
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"Mrs Taylor, we are about to land." The flight attendant spoke softly as I came around from my sleep next to Roger on the plane. Henry was asleep against Brian's chest on the other side of the jet, leaving me to actually sleep comfortably for the last few hours of the flight. I packed my art book into my bag and kicked it under my seat, rubbing my eyes. Out the window past my husband's body, the clouds lazily drifted seemingly upwards and Montréal–Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport turned from a patch of colour into a building with runways. I rested my head against my seat again, bracing myself to hear an alarming scream from the baby at the front, but no such sound came. We skidded slightly against the ground as I thanked God for a safe arrival and Roger grabbed hold of my arm.

"I don't like it." He muttered, kissing my shoulder.

"Like what?"

"When we land, your body kind of lurches forward. It makes me feel like I'm about to see that car accident." Roger whispered so Freddie wouldn't hear us, kissing the side of my head. The side of Roger with soft emotions was apparently undiscovered and forbidden in the presence of everyone else.

"It's okay, baby. You'll never have to experience that." I reassured, undoing my seatbelt after we came to a stop. I stretched my arms up as I stood, feeling instantly better. I must agree that cuddling up to someone for hours and not having to move is a nice feeling, but after existing in the same room as Freddie Mercury for so long, one takes a good stretch and walk as a blessing. When Alfredo Mercurio is nervous, he slightly pisses you off (but that's why I love him).

The hotel room was a luxury house-sized suite with marble floors and leather furniture. The dusted gold walls reflected light onto the floor, complemented by light brown drapes. There was a portable cot set up at the foot of the king sized bed ready for Henry, which he desperately needed. He clung to me as he sobbed into my shirt, worn out from travel and wanted my full attention.

"I'll take him, Lulu. If I walk him around to everyone else's rooms maybe he'll crash out." Roger offered, kissing the top of my head.

"Go for it." I handed Henry over and started unpacking. Roger put the pastel green blanket over Henry and made his way out the door. I stayed behind to get everything sorted and settled, falling asleep somewhere between the morning news and the silver breeze outside calming to a lull. I woke up to Roger's arms knotted around my body like rope. I slowly untangled his limbs and peeked over to look into the cot, only to find it empty.

"Roger, Roger wake up. Roger!" I practically screamed, shaking him. Roger flung to life, staring at me.

"Henry!" I yelled, scrambling off the bed and clawing through the blankets in the crib.

"Honey, honey. Stop it. It's okay. He's with John." Roger told me. He stood up and walked towards me. I stopped and glimpsed at him before falling down.

"Woah, honey. Easy does it." Roger grabbed my upper arms and eased us both down to the ground. I fell into him, sobbing in panic. He reassured me that Henry was definitely fine and rubbed my back as I calmed.

"You scared the shit out of me." I growled, feeling his hand rest against the back of my head. I felt instantly at home with his skin against mine.

"Everything used to be so easy, Rog. When I can't see him, I'm an anxious mess." I confessed, taking one of his hands and placing it against my cheek.

"I love you with everything I have, baby." Roger kissed me slowly, laying me on the carpet. He kissed my neck slowly.

"No, Rog. I just ate a jar of Hen's egg custard before I fell asleep. My body isn't ready to be shaken or stirred after that flight."

"This is exactly the reason we all get separate rooms!" Freddie called from the doorway, laughing at us.

"Fuck off, Mercury!" Roger bellowed, sitting back onto my legs. I rolled my eyes and looked over at him as he laughed.

"I came here to get Lucifer, actually. Brian got a call from back home."

"What would Vivienne want?"

"I don't think it's Vivienne."