Roger Taylor Imagines and One-shots - Request open

Surprises

Summary: you've come back from a long day of work and Roger decides to surprise you.
August 5th 1985
Your POV

"Roger I'm home, Honey!" I slip my heels off and hang up my coat on the hanger behind the door before venturing through the house.

I was about too call it a night and go to bed until Roger popped out of the kitchen. Flour all over his black jeans and face. His sleeves were rolled up, "your home early!"

He dusted his hands on the side of his pants and quickly ran towards me almost tripping over the sofa.

"Roger, I'm always home at this time?" I got on my tippy toes to give him a small peck on his lips, "may I ask why you are covered in flour?"

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into another surprise kiss. What has he done?

"I may or may not have decided to cook dinner tonight" my eyes widened and I raised an eyebrow. He must have done something bad and is feeling guilty about it.

"What have you done?" I questioned.

"What? I- no I didn't do anything" he pointed at me, "can I not do something nice for my girl?"

"I'm not going to get poisoned right?"

"Now why would I want to poison the love of my life, hm?" A smile grew on my face and I grabbed onto his hand.

"Tell me honestly why did you make dinner tonight?"

"The only reason I have to give you is that I love you" before I could respond, the sound of the kitchen timer went off, "perfect timing"

He held onto my hand tighter and dragged me into the kitchen where the smell was amazing. But I wasn't going to tell him just yet.

He opened the oven and then with a cloth (which I had to stop him but he said he was fine until he burnt his fingers) he pulled out a tray which had a full pizza on it.

As he ran his fingers under cold water I was just taken back that he actually took the time to make a whole pizza.

"You alright?" I ask putting my hand on his back.

"Yeah should be fine," he said with his voice sounding a tiny bit in pain, "did you wanna try a slice?" He asked after turning the tap off.

"Of course I would" regardless off him being hurt or not he still manage to pull out a knife to cut me a slice of pizza. I'm just praying I don't have to lie and say it's good.

"I made your favourite. A thick crust cheese pizza right?"

"Correct" he picked up the slice off pizza and held it up towards me gesturing for me to take a bite. I was hesitant but I did.

"Careful it's hot, love- what's the verdict?"

"Oh my gosh! Rog, this is actually really good!" I said with surprise in my voice. His face looked very shocked at my comment.

"Really? You're not lying?" He asked. I shook my head and went into for another bite.

"It's perfect. Just the way I like it" I gave him a kiss, "thank you"