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

chapter seventeen;

short and boring chapter, i apologize big time.

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September 4, 1980
Montgomery, Alabama

"The tours off, I can't do this anymore," Freddie said.

"Why?" I asked in shock.

"I need a break," he sighed.

We looked at him with the weirdest expressions on our faces.

"I just miss England," he sighed again.

"Alright let's board the plane..." Brian said hesitantly.

10:00 pm

"Four little kids, six Taylors in all," I said as we walked back in.

I remembered what happened whenever I first left, and how Princess is gone. Mary hadn't called me since, so I'm pretty sure she's gone for sure.

"Shall we get Princess?" Roger asked.

"About that," I said sadly.

One hour later.

"She- she's gone," Roger sighed as he put his head in his hands.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out two pictures of the boys and Princess. I had already put hot sets of twins to sleep, but I really wanted to cry.

"Let's head off to sleep," I sighed as I laid a hand on Roger's shoulder.

He nodded and we headed off to our bedroom, only halfway up the stairs Roger picked me up bridal style.

"Shall we make more Taylor babies?" Roger whispered.

"We talked about our dog who's gone, and now you want more babies?" I chuckled.

"I mean yeah why not?" He smirked.

"We have enough babies already Rog," I whispered.

"You're right, fours enough," he chuckled as he laid me down on the bed.

"Cmon I'm tired, the time zones have me fucked," I said as Roger laid down next to me.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around me. Just the position I wanted to stay in like I always do.