Don't You Hear My Call?

Come Together

Roger's POV

"I can't believe he's fucking gone and knocked her up!" I screamed.

Brian stood next to me, trying to calm me down. He set his hands on my shoulders as I ranted about John's poor life choices.

"I mean, he's got to be joking if he thinks that he can just up and raise the kid!" I was shouting now, losing my breath as I spoke fast. Brian started rubbing my shoulders, making an attempt to relax me. It was likely to fail, the daft bassist had gotten me all worked up and it takes a lot of effort to sooth me back down to a calm state.

"Relax baby, we're going to work this out. There's no need to get all riled up now." He spoke calmly into my ear. He was doing a great job at staying calm and collected. I could never.

"I'm just worried, that's all. He's done something stupid and now we all have to pay for it. There was only supposed to be one band baby and now there's gonna be two! A little angel from me and you and then there's the result of a broken condom."

Brian backed away with his hands on his hips. "Roger Meddows Taylor that is no way to speak about someone's child!" He scolded me. I rolled my eyes a bit. I'm in such a mood that I could care less about hurting someone's feelings. But Brian always made me feel bad about being rude.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a bit frazzled. Too much stress. And I didn't finish breakfast." I quietly said as I crossed my arms over my stomach. Brian pulled me into a tight hug.

"It's alright. You shouldn't have to stress, especially with the baby. We'll go out and pick up some food, okay" he asked, still holding me tightly. I nodded and he kissed my cheek before pulling away.

"Alright, so what would you like to eat? It's almost lunch time actually, we got up late and we've been up here for a while now." He got his things off of the dresser and walked towards the door. I followed behind him and grabbed my sunglasses and other stuff as well.

"Let's just walk until we find some place. I don't really care where we go, I just need some fresh air." Brian held the door open for me and we made our way downstairs. His parents were going out shopping today and we'd be having dinner with them tonight. Hopefully no body will faint this time.

"Which way should we go?" Brian asked me as we stepped outside the building. I thought for a moment and listened to my aching stomach. I guess our little chickpea wanted soup!

"Oooo, I really want some tomato soup!" I said. Brian chuckled and took my hand. He lead us to the left. We walked for a bit, it was around 11 o'clock. I don't know why I was so hungry at the moment, I usually don't eat until one. I think the pregnancy was making me vulnerable to food.

We walked for a few blocks until we got to a little diner. I tried to cross the road, but Brian yanked me back before I could. I looked at him confused, but he pointed to the car that was just about to hit me. Silly Americans, they're driving on the wrong side of the bloody road!

"You've got to be more careful, Rog" he said to me as we crossed the road. "I can't have you getting hurt, I care about you too much. And if you haven't forgotten, you're walking around for two now." Brian held the diner door open for me, such a gentleman. A giant, curly headed gentleman.

"I know, I'm just very hungry. That's all." I took a seat at a booth and Brian sat directly across from me. A waitress came over and handed up menus. When she asked for our drink orders. Brian requested two teas. However, he made mine decafe. He scolded me this morning for having regular tea. He's taking the most extreme precautions to make sure our baby is growing up healthy.

"Ah, there's soup on the menu" he smiled and pointed it out to me. I nodded and kept looking. I know I said earlier that I wanted soup, but now I wanted some chips. Damn this chickpea. They're making me work hard for food.