Pink Floyd Imagines

Roger Waters #14

People who think Rog is ugly baffle me.

You sat on the bathroom counter early that morning staring at the little plus on the test in your hand. You had been unable to take your eyes off of it, unable to control your terrified, yet undeniably happy thoughts that swirled in your mind. The thought of having his child began to make you feel dizzy as you started to smile. You jumped and quickly hid the test behind your back when you heard the door creak open.

Roger peered his head in, his hair looking messy and a sleepy little smile on his face when he saw you.

"Morning," he mumbled as he looked over you where you sat with your legs crossed on the counter.

Your hair was still messy, but it looked soft and smooth as it hung around your face. It framed your soft cheeks in a flattering way that made your eyes stand out as they happily looked back at him. He shook his head with a smile, wondering how you always managed to make him fall for you each time he looked at you.

"Good morning," you responded with a nervous smile.

You kept your hands behind your back, tightly squeezing the stick to keep it from his view. Your foot bounced up and down as you looked up at him, so obviously nervous.

His brow furrowed, confused, and he let out a little laugh, "You're acting funny this morning," his eyes wandered down to your hidden hands, "what have you got there?"

You felt a stab of fear and excitement, "What-? Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it."

You wanted to tell him so bad, but you wanted the time to be right.

He narrowed his eyes with a smirk, "It's nothing?" He asked, clearly unconvinced.

"Yep, nothing to worry about," you said as you slid off the counter and snaked past him, his blue eyes following you suspiciously, making you blush.

"You just go about your morning routine, I'll, uh- I'll make some coffee!"

He laughed and nodded, "Alright," he said as you shut the door.

You let out a deep breath and glanced at the little test again, then back at the door. You felt like you wanted to dance, or jump or anything. You didn't feel so nervous anymore, you just couldn't wait to tell him. You heard him cough and you quickly shoved the test into your pocket and ran off into the kitchen. You made coffee and sat at the table, patiently waiting for him as you sipped from your cup. The door opened and he laughed when he saw you smiling up at him, looking as though you wanted to jump out of your seat.

"What has gotten into her," he thought to himself as he took a seat across from you and rested his head in his chin.

"So," you said as you did the same, "how are you this morning?"

He rolled his eyes with a smile, "For God sake's, spit it out already," he said before he picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"Alright," you said, feeling as though you'd burst if you didn't say it now, "I'm pregnant."

Roger's eyes widened and he spit out his coffee, looking back at you with a jaw-dropped expression, which made you burst out laughing.

"Come again?" He said, his eyes anxiously watching you, waiting for you to speak again.

He knew what you said, he'd heard you perfectly clearly. He just wanted to hear you say it again and again.

You were unsure how to react, unsure if maybe he wasn't as happy as you thought he'd be, "I'm... pregnant-?"

He scooted out of his seat and ran over to grab you out of yours so he could lift you onto your feet and then into his arms. He spun you around once then set you back on your feet. He kissed all over your face, making you throw your head back with a laugh as he kissed down your neck, chest and to your tummy. He stood on his knees and looked up at you.

He felt happier than he thought was possible, "You're sure?" He asked.

You nodded your head and grabbed the little stick from out of your pocket to reveal the positive sign on it.

He jumped up and hugged you to him once again, making you smile in his warm embrace.