1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

Lunch.

"Ziggy, you have to understand people kiss each other to say hello. For example, when you come home from school I give you a kiss."

"That's because you love me." Ziggy spits.

My son didn't speak to me about anything else other then the fact David had kissed my head, as soon as he woke up the next morning that's all he asked about.

"Can we please just drop it?!" I say anxiously. "And you cannot tell your father he was here either."

"It sounds like you're hiding something mum." Ziggy says slyly.

"Pack it in young man!" I growl. "Did you enjoy seeing Bowie yesterday or not?"

"Well yes-"

"Then don't tell your father! If he finds out he's been here, Ziggy, you will never see David again."

Hearing myself say these words was horrible, although true. Will would never let Ziggy near David again, and I'd hate to think what would happen to me...

"I won't tell him." Ziggy sighs. "When is David coming back?"

"Later." I admit. "And so is Grandad and Uncle Henry."

"Uncle Henry's coming?!" Ziggy shouts excitedly.

"What?" Tommy says entering the kitchen.

"Tommy, Uncle Henry's coming today with Grandad!"

The boys cheer happily, amazingly all the men I loved in my life were going to be in one room...

What about Will?

Will hadn't phoned in days, I called his phone often, but never a reply.

"What time are they coming?" Tommy asks.

"Couple of hours, so you two need to get into something nice and out of your pyjamas!" I say and tickle Tommy's tummy.

"Go, go, go!" The boys raced up the stairs, pushing each other to see who would be victorious in who reached their rooms first.

I began to prepare snacks for when my small family arrived, I had already spoke to Margo on the phone and wished her a safe flight. She promised me she'd bring little Madison over with her next time too.

Big beads of sweat dripped from my forehead as I busy myself with foods, I wipe them off, trying to look half descent for my guests.

The door knocked, the same knock that was at my door a few weeks earlier. Excitedly, I leap down the hallway.

"Hello Blue Jean." David purrs once my door opens a crack, he holds a bottle of what looks like an expensive bottle of wine and a big bunch of blooming flowers.

"Hello Starman." I sigh dreamily. "Come on in." David takes his black leather jacket off and hangs it next to my old denim jacket.

"I know I'm early," David says calmly and ruffles his hair. "but here you are!" And he hands over the gifts.

"Oh David, they're beautiful!" I exclaim in gratitude.

"No need to thank my my little Rebel." He smiles humbly.

"Well come on into the kitchen, I was just getting some food ready!" I place the gifts on the table, almost tempted to hide the valuable wine from my husband who I know would take a strong liking to it.

David peers over my experiments for people to try as snacks, and his face pulls a disgusted look. "Ros?"

"Yes?"

"What is this?" He dips his finger into the bowl that contained red substance and sucked his finger gracefully.

He swirled his tongue around inside his mouth to get a better taste and squints his eyes tight. "Wow!" He spits out.

"Is it good?" I ask with a smirk.

"Ros..." He breathes with a smile. "It's terrible!" He chuckles which makes me giggle too. "Look, try it yourself!"

David dips the same finger in again and drives it into my mouth, some of the red substance spilled out from my lips. I tasted it, and agreed with David. "You missed a bit." David takes my face in his giant hands, and wipes the sauce away. We looked at each other for a moment, our eyes soften at each other and I smile, that connection we had was getting stronger by the day.

"Yeah," I dip my finger in the red sauce and smirk up to David. "You missed a bit too!" And with that, I wiped it across his cheek.

I laughed at my joke and see David smiles widely at the shock I just gave him. "Really?!" He says laughing.

He scoops a large handful out and throws it onto my dress, anger fills my blood when I see the dress is ruined: "Ros, I am so sorry..." He says.

I take two handfuls and throw them at his shirt, the red splatters across my kitchen walls as well as him and we laugh historically together.

"Did I miss the party?!" A younger voice booms through my kitchen, I stop laughing and turn to look who it is.

The university student stood tall, his smile wide, and his hair fluffy but his eyes had black bags under them.

"Henry!" I gasp.

"David Bowie?" He says back, his eyes flicker between me and David.

"Henry," David pulls put his hand for Henry to shake it. "Good to see you."

Carefully, and cautiously, Henry shakes it with a smile still holding on his face. "It's been awhile."

"It's been too long!" David grins.

"Sorry about the mess we were just-"

"Henry!" My boys call as they sprint down the stairs.

The boys fall into the arms of my brother and I see they strong bond between them all.

"Where's dad?" I finally ask.

"Uh-" Henry peels off the boys from his body and stumbles up onto his legs, the boys run outside and I pray they don't get their clothes dirty. "He wasn't feeling very well."

"Still bad, huh?" I mutter sadly.

"He rarely has a good day anymore, Ros." Henry says desperately.

"What do I do?" I whisper, I could feel tears filling my eyes.

I was a terrible daughter, I barely had time to visit my own father who was deteriorating from life before my eyes. I couldn't face seeing him getting worse, maybe that's why I never visited. Thankfully, the boys never saw the life leave their grandad, somehow, he managed to stay cheery for them.

"You're hurt, I understand that." Henry says. "Sometimes he doesn't even remember me!"

"You're dad had dementia?" David sounds shocked.

"He's had it a few years now, and rapidly getting worse." I say through my teeth.

"Oh Henry, Ros... I am so sorry..." David says sympathetically and rubs my back.

"We should go and clean up." I say feeling the red substance sticking to me.

"I'll just make some sandwiches." Henry says smiling.

"Thanks Hen." I smile and together me and David walk up the stairs.

I fumble around for a new shirt for David to wear, one Will wouldn't miss. And once I change out of my clothes and into something else, David mutters:

"Tell me something..."

"My life isn't as perfect as you think David."

"Let me help, please..." He cups my face and kisses my cheek then the corner of my mouth.

"David," I mutter and he pulls away thinking he's done something wrong. "don't leave us..."

"Us?" He questions.

"Me, my sons... Your son."