It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Yesterday My Life Was In Ruin

*16th of June 1987*

Myself and Roger were in the car on the way to the hospital. We didn't bring the kids with us because they weren't allowed in unless it was immediate family. Rogers sister came over to take care of them because she was getting a master's degree in child care and she wanted as much experience as she could get, which worked out great for us.

We were in the car when Queen's You're My Best Friend came on the radio. I looked at Roger and he smiled. He always smiled when they played Queen. I think it made him proud.

The song ended and the dj started talking about Queen. He was basically saying his views on Queen which were that they were a "copy" of Led Zeppelin and "don't know how to write an original song."

Roger immediately turned his head to the radio when he heard the dj bashing Queen. When his rant was over Roger said: "Wow, what a prick."

It didn't seem to bother Roger on the outside but I knew deep down he was hurt.

We stopped at traffic lights and Roger looked at me. "So I've been thinking...." he started. "Oh no," I said. "Thats never any good. What have you been thinking about?"

"Well, how will you cope when I'm gone?" He asked. I thought for a minute. "I'm alright Roger don't worry. Honestly, I'll be okay when you're gone. I always am."

Roger pushed my arm. "Don't say that!" He whined. "You make me feel bad!" I laughed. Roger leaned in and kissed my lips when the car behind us beeped. "Jerk.." whispered Roger under his breath.

We started to near the hospital. I missed coming to it everyday to save lives. "I can't wait to go back to work..." I sighed, putting my chin in my hand. Roger didn't say anything.

"Would you mind if I went back?" I asked. Roger shrugged his shoulders.

We were looking for a parking space and there were none. Rogers stress levels were rising. "Calm, Roger, just stay calm, no need to worry." I said.

"There is a need to worry!" He shouted. I was shook. Roger never shouted. "Why what's wrong?" I asked, scared of his answer.

"Why do you want to go back to work so badly?" He asked. I was confused. Why did it matter to him so much. "Well, I haven't had a lot of time to myself recently and I want to get back to doing something. You're always so supportive of me. What's changed?"

Roger parked the car and pulled up the handbrake. "How are you supposed to go to work and I go to work too? It doesn't work out." He said.

"Could you not take a few months off or something after this album?" I asked, slowly, trying not aggravate him more. "No. I can't Megan. I have a lot of work to do and I can't just stop because you want to go back to work!"

I was shocked. I never thought that he could be so selfish.

I opened the car door and got out, slamming the door behind me. I stormed off. "Hey!" Shouted Roger. "Don't slam the door!" He started running after me. He grabbed my hand. I whipped around. "No, Roger. Why are you being so selfish?"

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't want you to go back... I'll miss you." He told me. I wasn't letting him off that easy. I turned around and kept walking to the entrance. I left Roger behind and went into the room where the receptionist told me Chrissie would be.

"Hi!!" I said when I saw her. "Megan!" She said, putting her arms out as I gave her a huge hug. "Wheres Roger?" She asked. "Oh he's coming behind me. He's a slow walker." I said. Brian walked into the room. He was holding onto a baby. "Awh, wow he's gorgeous isn't he?" I cooed. "Who? Me or the baby?" Asked Brian. I laughed. "Want to hold him?" He asked.

Brian handed his baby to me. "Whats his name?" I asked. "Jimmy May." He said. "Little Jimmy." I said, rocking him. I turned and handed him to Chrissie. Brian gave me a hug. "I haven't seen you in a while Megan, how have you been?"

"Oh well. Alright. After the trial I just, I don't know, I don't feel myself anymore. Ben got 15 years in prison so....."

"I'm always here if you need to talk." He said. Just then, Roger walked in. "Hey Rog." Said Brian, patting his back. "Hows the baby?" He asked. Brian pointed to Jimmy. "Ah a boy. Lovely." He said. I frowned. That did not sound like Roger.

We stayed with Brian and Chrissie for a few hours while Roger pretended to be nice to me. Of course I played along.

We finally left the hospital after saying goodbye to Brian, Chrissie and of course, little Jimmy.

I got back into the car and Roger started it. "Why is it always like this with you?" I asked, sighing. "Like what?" He asked. "I mean, one day we love each other, then... we're fighting one another... Its not fair."

Roger started to drive and we stayed silent the entire journey home. It felt horrible to be fighting with him but neither of us apologised.

I got out of the car and went into the house to see the kids. Elly and Aidan ran when they saw me. "Mummy!" They shouted, grabbing my legs. "Hello, lovelies!" I said picking them up. "Thanks so much Clare." I said to Clare as she was leaving.

That evening, I put the kids to bed and ate dinner alone in the kitchen while Roger was out in the living room. I wanted to apologise but I wanted him to apologise first. I doubted that.

It started to get late so I headed upstairs. I saw Roger wasn't in the sitting room so I assumed he was in bed. I went into our room and there was Roger, standing, in his underwear, taking his top off. I nervously cleared my throat and went over to my side of the closet to get my pyjamas. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Roger get into bed in just his underwear. I wanted him.

I walked about the room, picking things up, desperately avoiding the bed. I wouldn't be able to control myself. Roger was looking at me the whole time. "Uhm," I said, clearing my throat. "Do you have to go to the studio tomorrow or...?"

"Yeah. I do." Rogers voice was husky. And sexy.

I left the room and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. We were married, why was this so... awkward. Was he intentionally tempting me?

I unbuttoned one of my pyjama top buttons and took my hair down. Two could play at that game.

I went back into our room and Roger was standing at the closet, picking out clothes. I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw him standing there like that. I walked back to the bed and Roger took a step back and walked into me. I landed on the bed and Roger landed on top of me.

"Eh..." I mumbled. Roger just lay on top of me, staring into my eyes. I didn't want to make the first move and either did he. He stood up and ran his hand through his hair, looking at the ground nervously. The sexual tension was so thick in the air.

Roger glanced at me quickly and our eyes locked. With that, Roger jumped from the ground, onto the bed, covering my face and exposed chest in kisses and moaning as he kissed.

I moaned louder, causing him to kiss harder and quicker. He got off me and pulled my top off, making sure he touched every part of my chest, kissing my breasts and my stomach.

I took my bottoms off and he leaned into me as I screamed out. I wasn't much of a screamer but Roger always brought that side out in me.

He thrusted as we both moaned and kissed each other's lips. I bit his neck gently as he made love to me.

Roger intertwined his fingers with mine as he thrusted harder and faster, making us both moan louder than we ever had before. I let go of his hand and put my hands on his neck kissing him with pure passion as he held onto my waist.

We pulled away and he looked at me for a while. "Great way to make up." I said, laughing. "I'm assuming you're not annoyed at me anymore?" He asked, smirking. "I can't stay angry at you any ways Roger." I said, pecking his lips. I turned around and felt Rogers hips press against my back. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. "I love you.." he whispered. "I love you too." I replied.

I felt his arm loosen on my waist and I knew he was asleep. I turned my head and kissed his sleeping face, thankful he was a part of my life. I joined him in a deep slumber and dreamt sweet dreams of nothing but him.