Secret Rendezvous

Promise Me

July 14, 1976

Freddie
"Does it move now?" Roger asked, looking down at my stomach while Brian and John fiddled with their guitars in the recording booth.

"Yeah, she wiggles around all the time, and sometimes she kicks when the cats touch me." I hummed, rubbing my hand over the expanse, then I looked over at him. "I'm very pleased with her. I like having her here." I murmured, softly, then the door opened and Veronica walked in with Robert on her hip. "Oh, hello." I smiled, holding my arms out, waiting for her to pass me the baby.

"How're you feeling? John said you guys found out what it is." Veronica smiled, passing Robert to me before sitting across from Roger and I.

"We're having a little girl." I smiled and she cooed, softly. "And uncle Freddie heard that it's almost your birthday, big boy." I tickled Robert's stomach and he squealed, then he stood up on my thighs, holding onto me for support, and his smile only grew when he saw his dad behind the clear window. "Is that daddy?" I exclaimed, then I got up and I bounced him on my hip while I went to the window. I knocked, then both men looked up and John smiled when he saw his son, putting the bass down and coming to the door.

"Hi, my boy." He cooed, holding his hands out and laughing when Robert leaned over to flop into his arms.

I couldn't wait to see Brian like John- something told me that he would be a wonderful dad, like John was. Speaking of my partner, he made his way over to me and he kissed my cheek before wrapping his arm around my waist. He whispered, "that'll be us soon," against my neck after John joined Veronica on the sofa, the two of them making faces and tickling their son to make him laugh.

"She's moving again." I murmured, softly, pulling his hand down to my stomach and pressing it against the bump. "She knows that you're here, she can feel it." I made a little noise when she pressed out against the side of my stomach. "Right here. She's getting ready to turn, she's never touched here before." I giggled, softly, then Brian took my hand and he led me into the recording booth- Roger and John had gone out for a smoke, leaving Veronica alone with the baby. "What're we doing in here?" I asked, then he slowly sat me on one of the stools and I chuckled a bit while he went around looking for the headphones.

"She can hear now- I want her to hear this, I want her to be the first one to hear this." He put the headphones over my stomach, then he went out to the board and he started to roll back the tape, making sure it wasn't too loud, but loud enough that she could still hear it. "It's just a guitar backing track, but I want to see if she likes it before we finish it." He explained after he walked back into the booth, then he sat on the ground and he rested his head on my thigh, watching her and waiting for a movement.

It was still kind of hard to see her moving on the outside, but Brian claimed that he saw her moving as soon as he starting playing Long Away for her- he said it looked like she was dancing, and I didn't have the heart to tell him that she wasn't really moving when he played it, just because the smile on his face was worth keeping the secret.

July 19, 1976

"Happy birthday to you," I sang, like Marilyn Monroe in her birthday song to the president, "happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear... daddy," I giggled, climbing onto the bed with a plate of cupcakes in my hand, "happy birthday to you." I straddled Brian's waist and he chuckled, softly, while pulling me down into a kiss.

"Thank you, baby." He murmured, softly, while he rubbed his eyes. "Did you bake?" He asked, taking a cupcake off of the plate, dipping his finger into the icing and holding it to my mouth.

"Would it be sexier if I did?" I raised an eyebrow and he shook his head with a laugh. "Then no, it's store bought because I am too busy making a baby to actually bake something for you." I took his hand in mine, and I started sucking on his finger and moving my hips against his hardening cock. "You like that, don't you?" I whispered and he nodded, taking more icing on his finger and pushing it into my mouth.