1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

Names.

David discussed appointment times with Margo and said it just won't be possible to fly home with us, however decided to spread his plans out so he could spend more time with me and the boys.

"Dad where are we going?" Ziggy asks impatiently in the car.

"Just wait my little alien." David smiles happily.

Tommy waves his body side to side just as impatient as my eldest and sighs, bored. I sigh too, and drop my eyes down to my growing stomach.

"Are you alright my darling?" David spots my longing eyes.

"Oh I'm fine," I breathe then pull a small smile onto my face. "just tired I suppose."

"Jet lag?"

"Pregnancy." I correct and David chuckles.

"It can't be that bad, surely?"

"It's worse then Ziggy and Tommy put together. I've never felt so rotten!" I spit my words and pull a defeated facial expression.

"Should you see a doctor?" David queries worriedly.

"No," I huff. "they'll only say it's pregnancy symptoms. My own fault."

"Well, partly your fault." David smirks then winks.

David reaches into his trouser pocket and his fingers fumble around for a moment. His face tells me he's frustrated, he can't find what he's looking for, obviously.

His face turns pleasant, and reveals a cigarette from the pocket. "Ah!" He smiles pleased by his find them gets the lighter into his other hand.

"Open a window slightly please Zowie, your father always forgets." I instruct.

Zowie winds down the car window and the harsh wind blows into the small space of the car. It actually felt quite enjoyable to have a breeze crawling down my nostrils and into my lungs full of city air.

David's fume changes the smell, suddenly it's a groggy, harsh smell, and I can't help but gag. "Out of the window David! Please!" I nag.

I dig around my handbag, desperate to find some sort of escape from this wicked smell. Happily I find my sweet perfume, and spray my sweating neck. For a short amount of time, the smell is comforting but I can't help but feel sick again.

"We're here!" Zowie shouts and I'm relieved to hear those two words.

As soon as I was let out the car, I instantly run, my eyes searching for a bin! A bag! Anything! But it was too late, the contents of breakfast was already splattered across the floor. I stumble towards a wall, and fall to the floor crying, I was exhausted. I wanted to go home, and sleep in my own bed.

"Come inside," David purrs. "there's a sofa there where you could rest?"

I just nod, I found it almost effort to speak. David picked me up and I closed my eyes, I cringed at the thought of the boys watching me throw up on the side of the road... They must be disgusted of me...

"I'm sorry Starman..." I whisper.

"Don't be! Now..." David gently drops me down onto a polished sofa. "Here." I open my eyes to see David holding a full glass of clear water.

"No." I push it away. "It tastes different to home."

"Ros, please just drink it." David insists kindly.

I eventually drink it, and suddenly feel a whole much better.

"If you feel dizzy at all during today, tell me and we'll go straight back to mine- I mean- ours."

"I understand." I croak and smile. "I don't want to ruin the boys day anyway."

"I wouldn't worry, they're too busy talking to Jim!" David points and I see all three boys fascinated by the creator of all Muppets.

"So, Jareth the Goblin King! Jareth's a lovely name too." I admit thinking for the future child of ours.

"You're thinking for the baby?" David questions and catches on the end of my thoughts.

"Yes, we need to discuss names at some point, David."

"I know Blue Jean, but not right now. Maybe some other time." David's attention is clearly on the film.

I'm almost taken back slightly at the fact he's briskly moved on from the subject of names.

I just want to go home...

Is the only thought rushing through my head. But still, I tried to enjoy myself.

***

I must've spent another few hours feeling rotten, until I had to give up.

"David," I pull his attention. "I'm going to go back to the house. I just need a deep sleep, maybe start thinking about names by myself?"

"Yes then we could discuss your thoughts later if you'd like?" David suggests.

"Sounds wonderful, see you back at home."

"We won't be much longer, love you my darling." David kisses my head.

"You too." I turn to walk out the door but David grabs my wrist.

"Rosalind," I look back at him, his face, worriedly stares at mine. "I really do love you."

"David, I know. I'll see you later." I shake his hand away.

That was probably the wrong thing to do Ros...

I think to myself once on my way back.

Traffic was terrible again, much worse then London traffic could ever be. I could fall asleep in the car if I really wanted to, but I knew I'd wake up with a foggy mind.

***

Once I had taken a nap and showered, I felt much more refreshed. I sat down, watched The Man Who Fell to Earth and started writing a list of baby names. Ideas came more quickly as time went by, my brain clearly getting creative. Not long after, the boys return.

"Hey boys, how was it?" I ask hiding the list under a cushion.

"It was really good! We saw the set and the costume designers and-" Tommy says excitedly but David interrupts.

"How are you feeling anyway?"

"I'm much better thank you." I admit.

I look across the room to the clock that ticks loudly and gasp at the time it reads. "Best be off to bed you three!"

"Yes, I agree. It's awfully late for three young lads-"

"Dad!" All three moan.

"Now please!" David orders and all three trace up the stairs tiredly.

David sits next to me lazily on the sofa and sees I'm watching one of my favourite films. "Don't you watch anything other then me?" David jokes.

"Of course, but it helped get me thinking of names."

"What did you come up with?" David asks slinging his arm around my neck exhaustedly.

I pull the little notepad from under the cushion and pass it over to him to examine my thoughts.