It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Write Your Letters In The Sand

The next morning, was a weekend, so the kids didn't have school. I noticed that morning that Aidan put a brown felt pen down the side of his sock.

So I follwed him from afar all day to see what he would do with it. He watched tv, played with Luke, helped me make dinner, but he didn't take out the pen.

Later in the afternoon, he went to the bathroom and I went upstairs after him. He was in there for an awfully long time. It had been so long that I had started to need to go myself.

"Aidan," I said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You've been in there for a while. Come out."

"I'm fine. Just leave me alone."

"Aidan," I said sternly. "I know what you're doing in there." Although, I didn't.

"No you don't.." he said, sounding panicked.

"Come out."

There was silence and suddenly, Aidan unlocked the door and walked out.

"You're not allowed to lock yourself in, you know that," I said. "What if you couldn't get out?"

"I'd hop out the window," he said. "Like this." He started jumping along the hallway like a frog. Although, he was jumping awkwardly, his hands clamped over his t-shirt chest. He was hiding something.

So I decided to play along, jumping with him, in an effort to distract him. He suddenly wobbled and threw out his arms so I slid my hands up his shirt and grabbed what was underneath. I came away with a giant wad of crumpled toilet paper.

"Ew," I said, dropping it.

"No no don't!" Aidan screamed.

"Aidan, what are you playing at? You throw used toilet paper down the toilet, you don't put it up your shirt!" I told him. I caught hold of his wrists as he scrabbled to get it again.

"Give me it back!" He cried.

"No it's dirty!"

I looked at the toilet paper again. I realised it hadn't been used in the way I feared. Instead, they had been scribbled over with Aidan's brown felt pen. But it wasn't any old angry scribble. These were very careful painstaking up and down string of nearly-letters. Then there was a wobbly A for Aidan and a whole line of uneven x's.

"These are letters, Aidan," I said, smoothing them out.

"Give them back!" He screamed, hitting me.

"Who are they to?" I asked, even though I knew.

"They're to daddy aren't they?" I said, kneeling in front of him so that our noses were touching.

"Mummy!" He cried, trying to get me to stop talking about it.

"You just don't like talking about him because it hurts?" I said. Aidan refused to talk about Roger ever since he left. But little did I know he had been writing to him all along.

"What are you saying in your letters?" I asked.

Aidan started sobbing so I pulled him into a hug.

"I'm saying that I'll be a good boy if he comes back." He said, through sobs.

"Oh baby," I mumbled holding him tight. "You're already a good boy."

He snuggled into my chest. I noticed his eyes were getting droopy so I picked him up and brought him into my room and placed him on the bed.

"We can write a proper letter and post it soon okay?" I asked.

Aidan lifted his head up.

"I already did."

"What? What did you do with them?"

"I posted all the other ones I wrote,  like a proper letter in the postbox down in the shops when you weren't looking."

I thought of all those tattered pieces of toilet roll clogging up the bottom of the postbox.

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks too.