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

chapter one hundred fifty seven;

October 12, 1977

"Alright Madelyn, you're free to go home," the doctor said as he cracked the door slightly.

I looked to my side and saw a sleeping Roger Taylor who still had one arm around me and one pressed against my stomach.

"Alright thank you doctor," I said quietly, trying not o wake Roger. He nodded and smiled and exited the room.

"Rog, wake up," I said as I tried to shake him slightly.

His eyes fluttered open to the bright lights, he looked down at me and smiled.

"Oh sorry petal, let's get out of here," he said. I tried to sit myself up, but before I could do so, Roger came and helped me up off the bed.

"Thank you Mr. Taylor," I giggled.

"Oh of course Mrs. Taylor, anything for you," he smirked.

We were walking down the hallway, and that's when I remembered something.

"Oh shit Rog! What's happened to Princess?" I asked worriedly. The nurses looked at me a bit, but then went back to what they were doing.

"Oh don't worry love, while you were asleep I gave Veronica a spare house key so she could take care of her," he said reassuringly.

"You're too good Rog," I smiled. He grabbed my hand and walked me out of the hospital. We called a cab and headed home.

Ten minutes later.

"Well, its good to be home," I said as Princess jumped on top of me.

"Hey girl, I've missed you too," I giggled as she ran in circles around me.

Roger sat down on the couch, he gently sat me in his lap.

"Your little bump is adorable," he said as he laid his head against my shoulder.

I grabbed his hand and set it on top of my stomach once again, I set mine on top of his and we got a bit of a surprise.

"Oh!" We both said surprised.

"One of them k-kicked," I smiled as tears pricked at my eyes.

Roger's face lit up with excitement.

"Our little sprouts just want to get out of there already," he chuckled.

"Only because they want to meet the other most important person that's going to be in their lives," I said as a few tears ran down my face.

"Petal, don't cry," Roger cooed as he brought me into his chest.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed, "Damn pregnancy hormones."

I sat there in Roger's embrace for what felt like forever. That was the only place I wanted to be right now.

"Want to go shopping for our sprouts?" Roger suddenly said.

I sat up and nodded. We got our stuff together and went baby shopping, I was glad I was feeling better. 

4:30 pm

"Ow! My feet!" I shouted as I stumbled through the door onto the couch. Roger had a sad look in his eyes.

"I- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Roger said in a sad raspy voice.

"Rog no- you didn't hurt me I promise. It was my fault for wearing shoes I knew wouldn't be good for me. We'll set the baby stuff up on their room later, let's just rest for now." I said.

"No we won't be setting up the baby stuff later, I will be setting the baby stuff up later. You need a break and you need to rest, you've been worked up a lot these past few days," he frowned.

I stood up and went next to him, I caressed his cheek and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you,"