Don't You Hear My Call?

Wonderful Tonight

Roger's POV

"Saturday, okay?"

I stood in the kitchen listening to John and Freddie bitch about their wedding plans. Brian knew I wasn't in the mood to talk, so he went out to the shop. Unfortunately this left me with the all too happy couple.

"So you'll be there, right?" Freddie was staring at me intently. I politely nodded and sipped my tea.

"Roger I need you to listen! Two more days and then it's the wedding. Just as and Miami and the sermon. And then John and I will be out on our honeymoon and then we'll be back for tour. The album is finished so we're going to release it tonight."

My ears perked up at the sound. "Tonight?" I asked. Freddie nodded and John crossed his arms. "We told you that a week ago" he said.

If I'm being truly honest, this past week has been quite hectic. With my doctors appointments and Brian not sleeping in our bed the first few days back, it's just been crazy.

"Right" I said, "but no party?" I asked. They shook their heads simultaneously. "Cool. Tour starts in less than a month" John said. I nodded along to that as well.

"Alright well, wear whatever to the wedding, just not white because that's mine!" Freddie sang as he waltzed out the door with John in tow.

I let out a sigh of relief as they left. I had finally popped and my stomach was larger than ever. The pain was getting worse too. We needed to do some shopping and all the stress was too much. Especially with the recent changes in my personal life.

After Brian and I got back from the doctors, we had a huge talk. I'm taking gigantic discussion about of lives.

He cried, I cried, it was a lot of crying. And it really sucks to see your boyfriend cry.

Eventually we came to the conclusion to stay. I just needed a few night to myself, not that I wanted to be alone or away from him, but I felt like my body needed the distance.

Now, Brian was sleeping in our bed and getting really cozy with the baby. It all seemed too perfect, like nothing had ever happened. Like he just forgot about it all.

I know I sound crazy and I think I just need to get over it. After all, he is the father of my child. And my forever band mate. And besides, it's not like he hits me.

Not like other people do.

Not like how my father hit me.

Funny how I saw that. Father. He's not a father. I'm not even sure if I have a mother. After that dinner, we still haven't spoken. That night makes me think so many awful things... but so many great things about Brian.

Like the way he stood up from me.

The way he comforted me.

The way he promised to never leave.

And he never did leave. He just hurt me a little too much. But it's all gone now. Though, id be lying if I said I didn't miss my family. And 'family' most definitely doesn't include my father.

I suppose I should think back to how supportive he was at the doctors appointment. He was so kind, so gentle, so paternal...

"Are you ready to go inside?"

Brian held my hand as we walked together into the private, white building. The atmosphere felt almost sterile. Which I guess is a good thing.

The nurse came out sooner than I thought and took us down a long corridor. I could feel my stomach doing flips... or maybe it was just Sidney. Well, maybe Sidney. That's why we were here after all, to see if we would be having a lad or a lady.