It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

When Doves Cry

It had been another few weeks. Things had been going alright only there was still a bit of tension because Roger still wanted to move away.

That night I was changing the sheets of our bed when Roger came up behind me and hugged me.

"Hey, want any help?" He whispered into my ear.

"Um... sure." I said.

He went to the other side and helped me put the sheet on the bed.

"Here." I mumbled, handing him the duvet cover.

We both pulled the cover onto the duvet and while doing so Rogers hand slightly grazed mine.

I quickly pulled mine away and glanced up at him. He was staring at me.

He handed him the pillow case for his side.

"Um... so. I was just thinking... I went to the estate agents yesterday and she said if we sold this house we'd probably have enough to buy a new one in Germany."

"That's the problem. I don't want to sell this house. Please. Don't mention this again." I said.

"Okay." He huffed.

I picked up the old sheets and went to bring them downstairs.

"Wait." He said and I turned around.

"I'm sick of this. Megan, it can't be all what you want. What about what I want? What about what's best for us? For the kids?"

"No. This is just you being selfish. You only want to go to record your new album." I argued back.

"That's only a part of this. The more I think about it, the better it sounds. Why don't you want to leave?"

"Because I love this house! Okay?! I can't just give it away to someone." I said.

Roger nodded slowly and I went downstairs.

I spent the majority of the night on the couch with the kids. They snuggled against me but kept asking for Roger. I told them he was asleep and they left it. Once they fell asleep I brought them to bed and then went to go to sleep myself.

I went into our room and it was dimly lit. All the lights were off and Rogers bedside lamp was on, casting a soft orange glow against the white walls.

Roger was in bed, his eyes closed, mouth open, an open book resting on his chest. I took it off his chest and folded the page over for him and put it on the ground. Even though we were arguing I still found myself doing all the things I usually did for him.

I left the lamp on in case he woke up if I turned it off.

I got into my pyjamas and crawled into bed beside him, shifting around to get into a comfortable position.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my waist and his head against the back of mine.

I slowly turned around to face him, expecting him to be still asleep but I was met with his open eyes.

"Sorry for waking you." I whispered.

"Its okay. Glad I'm awake now." He whispered back and I smiled.

He pressed his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes.

And then his soft lips were on mine, making my world drift away.

I forgot everything I was angry at him for. Slowly, almost naturally, he started to roll over, so he was laying over me. My heart was racing with anticipation.

He pulled the duvet over us and we made love underneath.

The next morning I woke up and opened my eyes, tanned skin being the first thing I saw.

I pulled away from Rogers chest and glanced up at his face. He was awake and grinning.

"Good morning, love." He said, running his fingers through my hair.

"Mm... good morning." I said back, yawning.

"I hope we made a baby last night." He smiled.

"So do I." I replied.

He placed his hand on my stomach.

"There better be a little baby in there." He said, making me laugh.

Another few weeks passed and I took a pregnancy test, only to have it come back negative.

"Next time." Roger reassured me and we tried again. And again.

We tried so many times that I was starting to get worried. So for good measure I headed to the doctor to make sure everything was okay.

Only it wasn't.

"Mrs Taylor, I'm very sorry but you have a rare ovarian disease, stopping the implantation and fertilisation of eggs in your womb." The doctor told me and I was heartbroken.

As far as she knew there was no cure and I felt like my life had turned upside down. We could never have another baby again.

Roger was waiting for me when I got home.

"Well? What did she say?" He asked.

"I can't have kids." I said.

Roger opened his mouth and put his hand to it, tears starting to roll from his eyes.

He put his arms out to me and we both started bawling.

Our family was finished. We just had to be grateful for what we had.