Love Of My Life {•Roger Taylor•} BOOK ONE

chapter sixty three;

7:30 pm

"Do you want to take Princess on a walk?" Roger asked as he held her in his arms.

"This late? It's nearly dark out." I said as I looked out the window.

"Yeah but it'll be more peaceful with less wankers honking their damn horns," Roger rolled his eyes.

"Shh! Not in front of the baby," I said as I quickly covered Princess's ears.

"Wow, you really would make a good mum." Roger smirked as he kissed my cheek.

According to Princess's papers she was about four months old.

"Hm, I guess a little walk wouldn't hurt." I said as I picked up Princess to go get her leash on.

"Can you please walk her though, you seem like you can handle her better than I could," I said. She was a runner and who knows how fast she'll go out on the street.

"Alright, we'll have to see if she's going to take off." Roger said.

We walked out the door and Princess did take off with Roger right behind her. It was quite funny watching Roger run.

"Princess! Slower!" He shouted as I was trying to catch up with them.

"Yeah I wouldn't have been able to handle this," I laughed as Roger rolled his eyes.

He laughed and we took Princess around the block to see if she would get a bit tired so she could calm down for the night.

Once we got home, our plan worked, she was completely passed out in her bed. She was snuggled up next to a blanket we had gotten her.

"Aw, she's like you when you sleep Mads, adorable." Roger cooed.

"She's not as cute as you when you're sleeping. She doesn't have the adorable snores," I giggled.

"Hey! I don't snore," he said.

"Yeah, okay. What are those noises I hear coming out of you then?" I asked.

He went speechless trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Aw, I'm sorry. I really do think your little snores are cute though," I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Yeah, I think the same for yours," he joked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

We stood there and kissed for a good ten minutes, not breaking the kiss at all.

"I'm going to take a shower, I feel disgusting from being outside." I said.

"Care if I join you?" Roger asked.

"Why would I?" I smirked.

We got in the shower and Roger seemed to be doing all the work. He washed me, and he washed himself.

I ran my fingers through his long, wet hair.

"Why do I think you would make a prettier girl than me?" I joked.

"Is this your way of saying I should get my hair cut?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, no. I like your long hair. It suits you very well and makes you sexy," I grinned.

He didn't say anything, instead he pushed me against the shower wall and started to kiss my neck.

I loved when he took showers with me. It gives me a bit of entertainment.