Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

52

My day was spent assisting Brian May again, taking away time from planning my wedding. However, it was also taking time away from thinking about my baby too, which was good as it stopped me from moping around. It had been a few months now, but the sadness was still there and some days are harder than others.

"So, What are you going to say?" I asked, the curly haired guitarist, making him recite the words again.

"Chrissie, I think we need to talk" He started, and I nodded to urge him to continue.

"And.... I just don't think think we're working out Chrissie. I think the stress of work and the kids are getting to us, and I don't want us to have a toxic relationship. I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to leave you" He recited, closing his eyes at the end.

"Yeah, but maybe add a bit more in, the endings a little bit blunt" I shrugged, nodding at him.

"Like what?" He stressed, flinging his arms around like a mad-man.

"I don't know I've never filed for a divorce!" I argued, flinging my arms around like a mad-woman this time.

"This is terrible. Absolutely terrible. I just want us to have a good friendship after so we can sort things out for the kids but this is not going to go well" He moaned, and slumped down in his chair.

"Brian, you are one of the nicest most intelligent men I know. You don't need to learn a script as to how you're going to split up with your partner, just let it come from the heart okay? She'll be mad, she'll probably cry too, but it's just because the time you had together has been wonderful, hasn't it?" I sympathised.

"Yes, I suppose you are right. I'll just go for it, hopefully she feels the same and we can have a mutual discussion about it. Although, I really do not want to do this" He shrugged, shaking his head.

"Well it will only be worse if you leave it longer, so get some balls and go now. Good luck Brian" I said, patting his shoulder before leaving the studio, and also a very dumbfounded guitarist, behind.

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I arrived home and instantly the smell of bacon hit my senses, along with the blaring sound of the radio. Smiling cheekily, knowing that it must be roger making dinner, I sauntered into the kitchen.

He didn't notice me at first, and he had turned up the stereo extra loud, meaning it was even harder to hear me.

"ALL WE HEAR IS" He shouted, flipping the bacon around in the pan.

I snook up behind him, with him still not noticing me there. Slowly, I leaned into his ear, however at the last second he jumped backwards as he was dancing and knocked me over.

He screamed in fear and I squealed in shock, both of us hurdling to the floor like a sack of potatoes. His arm reached out to grab mine as we fell, meaning I ended up on top of him, who then in turn cushioned my fall.

"Radio ga ga" he groaned, his face getting redder by the second as he winced.

I couldn't suppress my laughter, and at first he gave me an annoyed look before joining in with my giggles.

"We are so childish" He chuckled, holding my shoulders as we both remained on the floor, transfixed into each other's eyes.

"This reminds me of our first kiss" I smiled, looking into the blond drummers eyes dreamily.

"Look where we are now, love" He beamed back, leaning in to kiss my lips passionately.

I had no trouble leaning my lips into his, as his palm cupped my cheek to deepen the already heated kiss.

"I. Love. You. So. So. Much" I said, pecking his lips between every word.

"You know that I love you more, beautiful" He said, his raspy voice making me shiver with every syllable.

That's another thing that I love about him. Even though we've been together for a few years now, everything was still exciting and he still gave me the butterflies and shivers that you get at the start of a relationship.

He pushed himself up, me standing with him, and he went back to the bacon.

"What's with the nice meal? Been on some cooking lessons?" I asked, laughing.

"No, we'll from John yes, but that's not the point" He started, turning off the hob.

"What is it then?" I pushed, and he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Don't be mad at me, love" He warned, and I began to grow more increasingly curious.

"Go on, Roger" I urged, hitting his muscular chest lightly.

"I invited my parents for dinner" He said, his eyes looking very mischievous.

"I'll finally get to meet them! We've been together for years I can't believe it never came about, why would I be mad though?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion.

"Because I didn't only invite my parents" He cringed.

"Oh is your sister, Clare, coming too?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him.

"Not exactly, love" He said slowly.

"Roger just tell me whose coming!" I laughed, he was just being silly now.

"Oh god... Rose I invited your parents"

My heart sunk to my stomach. He did what!? As my eyes widened, I didn't even have enough time to scold the blonde drummer before he'd run away in fear. How could he do this without asking me? I wasn't too angry either, I just wish that he'd asked me before making such a big decision. Especially as this was my first time meeting his parents too, so I didn't want them to think that we were being tense or awkward. However, my thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound I had been dreading since he uttered the words 'your parents'

A knock echoed loudly through the house.