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

chapter two;

Later that day.

"It seems that you're about two months pregnant, Mrs Taylor," the doctor said.

We took an ultrasound, and I couldn't really see anything. The doctor assured me that the baby was fine, so I thanked him and made my way home to tell Roger the news.

February 24, 1980

"Maddie! He cheated on me with that Anita girl again, and this time I made him sign out the divorce papers," Chrissie cried over the phone.

"I'm sorry Chris, I really thought he wouldn't do it. This has to be hard on the kids," I sighed.

"Jimmy isn't taking it very well, but there's nothing I can do. He fucked up his trust with his family, so there's not getting that back," she sobbed.

An hour later.

"Brian and Chrissie are in the middle of a divorce," I sighed as I looked over to my blonde haired husband.

"He's really fucked up Maddie, and he had no right cheating on Chrissie like that," he said as he turned to face me.

"How's my little sprout doing?" He smiled as he wrapped an arm around my stomach.

"Sprout is doing great right now, although I really want some chocolate covered strawberries," I said trying to get him to get them for me.

"Agh, alright fine I'll get you some. I swear, you're craving more with this baby than you have with the twins," Rodger chuckled.

"Speak of the twins, I would like to see my little angles," I said as I sat up on the bed.

"Well I mean they're with Freddie, and he calls himself their uncle. I feel as if Freddie is going to spoil them a bit too much," Roger said.

I nodded and got closer to him as I laid back down. My back was killing me right now.

"So about my strawberries," I grinned.

"I'll get them, stay up here."

"You're the best."

"I know." Roger smirked.

Five minutes later.

"I think Freddie's going to spoil the new baby more," I said after I swallowed my strawberry.

"You're already spoiling them love, you're feeding it whatever they please," Roger groaned.

"Is Freddie going to bring the twins here, or are you going to have to pick them up?" I asked.

"Pick them up, why?"

"Could you maybe stop by the store and get me some chips," I pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh. I can't say no to you beautiful, I'll get your chips don't worry," he said.

I thanked him with a kiss, which soon turned more passionate than I meant it to be.

"You taste like strawberries," he chuckled.

"Would you like one?"

"No thanks, they're yours."

"I love you."

"I love you more petal."

"Shut up and kiss me more."