SPEAK// Roger Taylor Fanfic Sequel

10 ~ These are the Days of Our Lives

(Filler chapter...)

"Hey, what's going on?" Roger asked, walking into the room. 

I was sitting in the rocking chair in Magnolia's room. I cradled her in my arms waiting for her to fall asleep. "Just thinking." I replied. 

"What about?" He asked again. He came up to me and knelt down. 

"Just... tomorrow." I wasn't quite sure what to say. Seeing that Maggie was mostly asleep, I got up and walked to the crib.  I gently set her body down and laid a blanket on top of her. I sighed and felt the tears swell up in my eyes. "I just don't know what I'm going to do. I'm not prepared." I whispered. 

"It's gonna be fine. I promise you." Roger walked up to me from behind and wrapped his arms around me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed my neck. "He's a good person. They're a good family. I don't see a single thing that could go wrong. Besides, if they don't want to talk to you, it won't be a big deal. You've never met them."

"I know, I'm just... nervous. Really nervous." I whispered. What if we don't get along?

"Don't be. I'll be right there with you. I promise." He said. He started to sway the two of us back and forth. "Don't worry about it, Kellen."

I nodded my head. "OK. I'm just scared they won't like me."

Roger perked up at this and said, "Why wouldn't they like you? Baby, your the most wonderful person in the whole world. Everyone loves you, and if they don't, then they're just crazy. Trust me, they'll love you."

I sighed again  and leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder. "I hope they do."

He immediately responded by saying, "They will." 

I nodded my head again and unwrapped his arms from around me. Without saying another word, I walked out the room and down the hall. When I got to our room,  I immediately climbed under the covers. I was so done today. I could barely even see, that's how warn out from all of this I was. I turned off the lamp and I'm sure it only took 5 seconds for me to fall asleep. I felt Roger nudging my shoulder, but I just tried to ignore it. 

(The next day...)

I woke up from the sun peaking through the blinds. I rubbed my eyes and flopped over on my back, realizing Roger wasn't there. Was he up before me? That's a first. I slowly got up and flattened out my messy hair. Pulling myself out of bed, Roger walked in through the door. 

I groaned softly and tried to stand up. I tumbled back over onto the bed. How was I still too tired to stand? Roger came over and sat me up next to him. "Are you alright?" He asked. 

"No," I didn't hesitate to respond. My throat felt scratchy and my words barely left my mouth. "I..." I coughed, trying to clear my throat, but it didn't work. 

Roger placed a hand on my fore head and sighed. "Kellen, you're sick."

"No kidding," I managed. "I have a head ache, I can't stand, I have a sour throat."

"And your stomach?" He asked, getting up and lying me back down. 

"It's fine. My stomach's fine. I've got to get up, Rog. Help me up."

"No, you're sick and are staying in bed." He said. He set the covers back on top of me. 

"Roger, I have to see my family. It has to be today." I argued back. 

He sat down next to me and sighed. After a few seconds of thinking, he said, "Fine. I'll get you some medicine." He left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving me alone again. 

I tried to stand up again, but had to hold on to the bedside table. I felt so tired. I was able to make it to the door, and from there, I leaned against the wall to make it down the hallway. 

When I was finally downstairs, I took a seat on the couch. My head wouldn't stop throbbing. A second later, Roger came back in with a cup and a pill. "Take this, baby. It should help your head. And we can stop and buy hot tea on the way for your throat." 

I took the pill and whispered, "Thank you." I was too quiet for him to hear, though. After taking a sip of water and swallowing the pill, Roger returned to the kitchen. 

I sat on the sofa for another 30 minutes before my head started to feel better. I wasn't dizzy anymore, so I got up and walked back up stairs. When I was back in the room, I went through a drawer and grabbed some clothes. 

I stripped down and picked up the shirt. Roger walked in on me again. "Oh," He said. He stopped for a second, but then walked over to me and paced his hands on my hip, pulling my closer to him. 

I rested my hands on his chest and giggled. He leaned over, trying to give me a kiss. "Roger," I said, "I don't want to get you sick too."

"I don't care," Before I could do anything, he placed his hand under my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue run against my teeth as he sucked my  bottom lip. I felt my legs give out again. Every time he kisses me, my whole body wants to give away. Roger pulled away, but kept his face near mine. He laughed and said, "I love you, Kellen."

I also laughed, "I love you more."

He shook his head, "Never, I love you so much more." We both laughed. Roger pulled away and walked over to the bed where he picked up my shirt. Smiling, he slowly slipped in over me. When it was over my head, he leaned over one last time and kissed me. "I'll get Magnolia. Go ahead and go to the car. I'll meet you there baby." He said. 

I nodded my head and walked out of the room. I was nervous, but excited. I was scared, but knew Roger would be right there with me the whole time.