It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

You Can Always Depend On Me

*24th of June 1978*
**Rogers POV**

That morning, I awoke, with Megan following soon after. We both looked at each other and smiled. Her smile kept me sane, kept me happy. After laying in bed for a few minutes and being in deep conversation, the kids walked into our room, rubbing their eyes. I looked at the time and saw it was 10:30am, which was early for me. I pulled the kids onto our bed and we talked to them and they replied. Things like this, these family moments gave my life purpose. I had nothing or no-one without them.

Eventually we all got out of bed and went downstairs to get breakfast. I helped Megan around the house and she looked at me in disbelief. I wanted to help her before the holiday.

We would be leaving that day. It wasn't really a holiday, it was more of a get away, to solve our problems. The kids would stay with Megan's parents. I knew she felt worried her parents would think the kids were too much. I begged to differ. The kids were quiet and they did what they were told. However, Luke, I was worried about. Megan and I were convinced he was colic because he never stopped crying. We just hoped he would be calm with his grandparents.

We had a ferry to catch that morning and we had to get going. We drove to the docks and brought out car on The ship. The kids were fascinated by the boat and kept asking me questions about how it worked and they gasped at every answer. It felt nice to give some of my very little amount of wisdom to them. As I held them in my arms I looked at them and saw little parts of myself in them. In Elly Mae I saw a feisty, strong willed person, someone very stubborn. Elly showed more of Megan than me, mainly because she was a girl. I saw Megan's blue eyes and her fine light brown hair. Elly Mae was like a mini Megan in looks but a mini me in personality.

In Aidan, I saw a lot of me, mostly in looks. He had thin blonde hair and huge blue eyes. He looked exactly like I did when I was his age. It was rather scary.  However, he acted more like Megan. Aidan was a little worry pot, just like his mum. He cared a lot about others and he was quite intelligent. He was very shy and very collected. He was just like her.

The ferry docked in Dublin eventually and we got off and got into the car, heading down to Megan's parents house. The whole drive there, Luke screamed and cried. It even started to annoy Aidan, who like I mentioned, was very calm and collected.

We arrived at Mr and Mrs Michelsons house and they greeted us outside. They insisted we come in for tea but Megan and I had a room to check into. I put the kids down and said goodbye to them alone. "Alright guys, mummy and I will see you later okay? Be good for Nana and Grandad okay? I love you guys so much." I kissed their heads and waved goodbye.

It felt odd without the kids in the car. It was very quiet and the only sound was the hum of the car as I drove it. Megan spoke up. "Um, so I hope Luke calms down." She said. "Don't worry," I told her. "He'll be fine. Besides we can always get a chiropractor if he doesn't settle-"

"A chiropractor? Are you kidding me? He's a baby!" She said. "Yeah I know. And a very unsettled baby. A chiropractor might help."

"Don't speak a word of a chiropractor again." She told me. So much for having a good holiday.

The rest of the journey we stayed quiet, not speaking in case an argument flared up again. It was rather annoying how we couldn't talk without being at each others throaths. I felt like I was married to my worst enemy, but I loved her at the same time. She was my rock, my support system, the love of my life. So why were we fighting like this? I guess this holiday would determine that.

Eventually we pulled up to our hotel and checked in. The reception was fabulous, the most luxurious place I'd ever seen. I also noticed, of course, they had an extremely large bar. I wasn't sure if Megan booked this certain hotel to see if I could resist under temptation, but I was nearly 90% sure that's why she did.

We went up to our suite. It was a huge bedroom, indescribably fancy, fit for a King. The bed was exquisite and I could see almost 5 people being able to sleep comfortably at once in it. I was rather surprised at how luxurious this hotel was. It wasn't exactly a hotel in Paris or anything, it was a simple hotel in the south of Ireland. I honestly wasn't expecting anything like this.

Megan and I put our stuff down and sat on the bed. The drive to the hotel had been long, and rather tiring for both of us, so we ended up lying down on the bed after a few minutes. It was only 5 o'clock but we were both exhausted. However, we didn't have time for sleeping. We had problems to sort out.

The dinner in the hotel was at 6 so we decided to go down to the restaurant. It was huge, overcast by a large crystal chandelier. The room was full of people, all sitting at small tables. Megan and I sat at one, with the waiter bringing our menus soon after we sat. As we ate our meals we spoke, however, just barely.

"This is a gorgeous hotel isn't it?" I asked Megan. "Yeah. Very beautiful." She replied. Usually, Megan would start talking about every detail she liked about the hotel, but unfortunately not this time. "So what are we doing to... help us with our issues?" I asked. "Well," Megan replied. "I was thinking we could go and hire out bicycles at this lake nearby."

"Yeah.... I'm not really a bike person Megan." I told her. "Come on! You know how to ride a bike." She said. "Yeah," I said. "But I'm not too... comfortable. Besides I'll look ridiculous."

"You never look ridiculous." She told me, smiling. I looked into her eyes for a moment, smiling back. Nothing mattered once I locked eyes with her. I had no concept of time. She stared back and we lost ourselves. Then the waiter came over and asked if we were finished our meals, ruining the moment.

If every moment could be like that, I thought, we would be so happy again.

After we finished our meals, we headed back upstairs. The real holiday would start tomorrow, but for now, we both needed some sleep. Megan got into the shower while I changed my clothes and got the bed all ready. It didn't want to move the cushions and pillows, they looked so nice.

Megan came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body and her wet hair falling past her shoulders. She was my beautiful wife, but I felt like I couldn't tell her that, not now. Things weren't the same.

Much to my surprise, she took her towel off nearly right in front of me, causing me to tense up, wanting to pull her close and kiss her until I couldn't remember my name. I saw her get dressed out of the corner of my eye. She put her pyjamas on and got into bed. I left the end of the bed and joined her. I didn't feel like I could wrap my arm around her. Her back was facing me so I assumed she didn't want me to anyways. I turned and put my watch on the nightstand. I turned to face her back and made myself comfortable in bed. My eyes closed and sleep was near, when I felt Megan shift backwards so her body was pressed against mine. I tensed slightly but eventually put my arm around her waist and finally kissed her head, something I had been wanting to do all night. She responded to my kiss and sat up. I sat up too, fearing something was wrong. Instead, she put her hands on my neck and pulled my head to hers, kissing me. I lay back down and pulled her on top of me. She never pulled away from our kiss. I stopped kissing her and looked her in her eyes, and she did likewise.

I pulled her head to mine and whispered what I always knew she loved to hear:
"I love you."