1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

A December night.

That night, David and I were watching the usual Christmas T.V. I was snuggled up close to David, my head resting on his chest and I could feel the rise and fall of him as he breathed. It was peaceful. I was taking El's advise, I was trying to be happy.

It was the night before the concert, all three of the boys were getting excited for tomorrow night and the idea of presents the following day. I was drifting in and out of sleep and then I feel David's body shift from me. Confused, I ask what's the matter.

"Someone's at the door." David replies quietly.

"At this hour? It's far too late!" I call back.

What if it's Kevin...

"No! David wait! Don't-" I scream and run towards him but the doors already half open.

"Margo?!" David exclaims and wraps his arms around her.

Margo was followed by Juke with Madison sleeping in his arms. The couple looked exhausted.

"We just landed, any chance you have a sofa bed?" Juke asks me then yawns.

"Come inside, it's freezing." David opens the door wider and let's the Americans in.

"Mum? Dad?" Ziggy yawns, Tommy and Ziggy just behind.

"Boys?" Margo calls and smiles at them. "You're all here? Together for Christmas?!"

The boys ran down the stairs and into Margo's arms, all the boys giggling and laughing.

"It's good to have you here." I whisper to Juke and he smiles.

***

"Did you know they were coming?" I ask David as we climb into bed.

"No, this is a surprise for me too." David admits truthfully.

I wrap the covers around me and sink into my pillow, a chill runs down my back at how cold the sheets are, but I know they'll warm up eventually once I've settled.

"David?"

"Yes Blue Jean."

"Tell me something." I mutter tiredly.

"Marry me." He whispers.

"What?" I say alerted, staring him squarely in the eye.

"Rosalind, it's time. I want you to be my wife and I want to be your husband."

David takes my hands and pulls me from the warmth of my bed. He makes me stand there in the middle of the room, shivering from nerves and coldness. He clears his throat and goes down on one knee and smiles to the side. "I've waited 10 years to marry you Rosalind Chester, and now I finally have the chance to! So... Will you?"

I'm practically speechless at this, David Bowie proposing to me. I can feel my throat drying up, like it's stopped working completely! I gulp a few times, and gasp for air, until finally I feel I can answer.

"Yes." I mutter. "Yes!" I say with more confidence. "Of course I will!"

David gets up from his knees and hugs me tight. "Sorry I don't have the ring yet, I haven't quite found the right one!"

I giggle, I was still in a pleasant shock! "How am I meant to get to sleep now knowing I'll be your wife?!"

"Mrs Jones, Rosalind Jones." David says and I feel the shiver race through my body.

"Though for the newspapers it'll be Rosalind Bowie."

"A baby and a wedding, next year seems a rather busy one already!" David chuckles.

"And you'll be filming for Labyrinth." I remember.

"Yes, yes... I almost forgot!" David smiles then sits on the edge of the bed. "My darling?"

"Yes?"

"Why were you so worried who was at the door earlier? You sounded as if you didn't want me to open the door? You were so loud, you woke the boys."

"It was late, it could've been anyone! Thugs, thieves... Anyone!" I gulp trying to calm myself down. "Thank God it was only Margo, eh?" I try to laugh off.

"You worry far too much my little Rebel!" David kisses my hand and he slides into the covers that have probably gone cold again.

I get in on my side again and feel myself turn colder, my teeth begin to chatter, I lie closer to David to try to get some of his body heat, and soon enough I'm warm again.

"So the Blackstar finally has a companion?" I ask as David turns out the light.

"Yes, so what are you then? A silver star?"

"Another nickname? Really?" I laugh. "No, I'm your wife-to-be. And I'll be with you until the day I die." I coo to him.

"I might die before you Rosalind."

If Kevin's serious about the death threat, I highly doubt it.

"What makes you say that?" I ask.

"Because I'm a few years older then you." David answers.

"So? You could live till 100, I could live till 30."

"Don't say that." David sharply snaps. "I can't bare the thought of losing you."

"I'm sorry." I mumble.

"We won't lose each other, we won't." David holds me tighter and I can feel his rushed breaths now.

"I know we won't..."

"Now," David hushes. "Let's get some sleep, big day tomorrow."

Of course, the concert...

The idea of the concert made me queasy, I didn't want to sleep now!

"I can't." I moan. "I can't sleep."

"Yes you can, you can little rebel."

"I love you Brixton Boy." I yawn.

"I love you to Blue Jean."

I fell asleep to the sound of soft snores from David, and little murmurs. Tomorrow was a nerve-racking and exciting day, a Christmas Eve to remember.