It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Rock'n'Roll Just Pays The Bills

The next day I was sitting in the kitchen, signing papers and finalising payments for travel insurance. I had made a visit to our insurance broker and told him that we were moving to Germany, but because of Megan's time in hospital he thought it would be better if we upped our insurance premium.

I was just about to sign my name on the last page which would finalise our entire move, when I heard someone come down the stairs. I gathered all the papers and put them into a nearby drawer. I didn't want the kids or Megan to see them. I wanted it to be a surprise.

Megan strolled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"Good morning, beautiful." I said to her, standing up and pulling a chair out for her.

"I could say the same to you, only you seriously need to get your hair cut..." She giggled, reaching up and tousling my locks.

"I know. I'll go later today." I said, running my hand through my hair which was nearly the same length now as it had been in 1977.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?" She asked, walking over to the oven.

"No, no. I'll make breakfast, you sit down." I told her.

"I can manage, Roger." She laughed and I saw her smile again.

I pulled her close to me, swaying her back and forth. I put my hands on her face and lowered my head, waiting for her to kiss me.

She just looked into my eyes for a minute, then softly pecked my lips.

I ran my hand down her arm and let her go over to the oven.

I woke the kids up a little while later and we all ate breakfast together. As I helped butter Luke's toast, I couldn't help but wish that Freddie would ask for a baby, right now. I was seriously dying for another child. I didn't want to pressure Megan, but my broodiness was taking over.

After breakfast I left the house to go and get my hair cut. Megan suggested I take Aidan with me since he needed a haircut too.

We walked into town and he held my hand most of the way there. He never let anyone touch his hair except Megan and I knew he was nervous.

"Don't worry, little man. Harry is the best barber in London, okay? You don't need to be afraid of him." I told him.

"I'm not afraid." He said bravely.

I opened the barbershop door and Harry, my barber greeted me.

"Roger! How's it going? Oh, wow. You really need a trim." He said, touching my hair.

"Yeah. I know." I chuckled.

I sat down in front of the mirror and another barber started cutting Aidan's hair. He seemed to be comfortable. Maybe I was undermining him. He was a lot more capable of things than I thought.

"So, the usual, Roger?" Harry asked, lifting bits of my hair and cutting them.

"Yeah, please, Harry." I said.

"So, your hair is usually your main priority. Why let it get this long? Please don't tell me you're going back down the 1975 route?" He asked, laughing.

"Oh, god no." I chuckled. "I had a lot of things on my mind, I wasn't really thinking of my hair."

"I get you." He smiled.

"Just chop it off. No more 1970s me." I giggled.

"Your little guy is a stunner. He'll be breaking some hearts soon." Harry said, admiring Aidan.