I'll Follow You Through the Dark (Roger Taylor Fan Fic)

24 Forest Grove

I crawled back in bed, trying not to make a sound- but lo and behold, Roger rolled over and switched the bedside lamp on.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, looking at me with deep-set green eyes, "Where in the hell were you Y/N? Sneeking off at 4 AM in the morning?"

"Rog- please let me explain-" I choked up, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be so suspicious or tip off Brian's news to Roger.

"It better be something good, especially when you always think it is me that is running off with someone else." His voice grew a little more tense.

"Roger! Don't even suggest that- I wasn't meeting any man. The only man I want is right here," I tried to calm him down, placing my hands in his ruffled blonde locks. 

"Then who, Y/N? Who is so important that you didn't tell me?" 

"Rog- you were sound asleep, I didn't want to worry you. If you must know, I met Mary at the Diner."

"MARY? well is she okay? Where has she been?" He almost jumped out of the bed, worried about her.

"She's okay Roger. Perfectly fine, if you want me to be honest. She has been in Paris, working with an up and coming artist," I dragged out the last part, a tad bit jealous on my part.

"Just don't do that again, okay? Don't scare me like that." He mumbled before kissing my forehead and turning the light off. "Goodnight, or should I say morning my love."

I looked at the clock, "5:22 AM" before shutting my eyes, and exhaling a little sigh- dodged a bullet there.

**

I shuffled over as the banging of Roger's drums grew louder. 

"Oi- fuck off Rog- why so early?" I complained, tossing a pillow in his direction. I heard a thud, and a child's giggle. I sprung up, hugging the comforter to my chest. 

"Don't mind her, Alayna. She's cranky in the mornings. How about you go back in the living room with your dad?" Roger said, lifting the little girl off of the stool as she scurried out of our bedroom.

"Geez, Language love?"

I groaned, rolling over putting my back against him, "Who is that? Why is there a little person in our flat? We don't have one.." 

"Wow love, and you always say you want children! That is Alayna, the neighbor's daughter. I saw her with her father out at the coffee shop when I was getting us some earlier. We got to talking, and found out that we were neighbors!"

"The one with all of the tattoos?" I turned and opened one eye.

"Yes- the one with all of the tattoos," Roger Scoffed. "I suggest you come out and introduce yourself, Y/N. Alayna would love to meet the love of my life, she keeps calling you that." Roger smiled, and kissed me.

"Rog- one more?" I smiled, kissing him again. He stood up from the corner of the bed, and met with Alayna's dad once more in the living room. I rushed to make myself look a little bit presentable with the time I had. I brushed my hair and let it lay flat against my collar bone, and put on a pair of jeans with a bell sleeved top.

"Hi, I'm Y/N! Pleased to meet you," I reached my hand out to a gorgeous brown haired gentleman with inked sleeves on both arms. "Archer."

"And you must be Alayna," I crouched down, and smiled at her. She could have only been about four. 

"Roger here has told us a lot about ya," Archer smiled. "He says he wouldn't do so well in Queen if it wasn't for you."

"Well that's Roger for you, a hopeless romantic." I pinched Roger's arm.

"I want to run it by you too, but my little one here wants to play the drums and Roger here said he'd help her. Are you okay with that? My wife Ellena would enjoy bringing her over and getting to meet you, we are new to London."

I didn't know how I felt about the idea, but it would show me Roger's ability with children... "Certainly. I like the names, Ellena and Alayna."

"We best get going, Ellena gets off work soon. She works night shift at the diner down the street."

Roger and I looked at each other, "It's a small world, isn't it Rog?" 

He nodded, "It is. You two have a wonderful day. I should be off to rehearsal myself."

**

"Bye Roger- have a wonderful rehearsal, I will be here later for any stress relief," I giggled.

He placed a kiss on my cheek, "Bye love, hurry off to class you'll be late."

**

I reached into Roger's hoodie that I had strategically worn, and pulled out the crumbled piece of paper on it. "24 Forest Grove, E8 3HX." I knew Forest grove was in Hackney, I just needed to figure out the bus stops for Hackney.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where to catch the Hackney bus?"

"Just down the block, dearie. on the corner of Oxford." An older woman pointed.

I made my way there and waited, it wasn't long before the bus came.

**

It was only about a half hour drive, before I was standing on Izzy's flat's porch.

I knocked, and stood there for a few moments before the door cracked open.

"Who is it? I didn't have any calls today."

"Open the door Izzy, it's me- Y/N."

She fully opened the door now, with a confused look on her face, and holding her stomach.

"Wow Izzy, you're glowing. You look amazing." Which yes she looked a little tired, but still stunning as ever.

"What are you doing here Y/N? Who sent you?"

"Nice to see you too, Iz. Mary told me you were here. She said you needed help- now let me help you. Don't worry no one knows I am here, not even Roger."

She stood aside and let me come in, "Mary? Really... I trusted her. But a little help wouldn't hurt. I am tired, alone most of the time, and Brian is keeping this a giant secret. Y/N, we are married and not even living together. He just pays for me to stay here because it's closer to work."

"Have you told him you don't care if everyone knows?"

"Yes- and he constantly tells me the boys don't need to know yet. He wants to take a month or two off to be with me and the baby when it arrives, and he thinks it will be problematic." A tear streamed down her cheek.

"That's pretty shallow coming from Bri. This might cause a fight, but Izzy, it needs to happen. Come back with me and stop in to the rehearsal. Show the boys yourself. They're more understanding than Brian is making them out to be."

"It will cause more than a fight, Bri has been stressed carrying this burden on his own."

"Then this should be what needs to happen, Brian needs those boys to help him through this, just like you need your girls to help you. This baby can feel stress, you know." I smiled, placing my hand on her stomach. "It will be loved by all of us."

"She will be loved. She, Y/N. We found out yesterday."

I jumped up and hugged Izzy, as we both shared tears of happiness, "What do you say? Lets go surprise the boys and welcome her to the Queen family."

"Fine. But Brian will not be happy."

"We will deal with that, I promise."