👑🌿 My Fairy King 🌿👑

3. Love Of My Life

                 - The same day. -          

Dingdong, the doorbell rang.  I ran to the front door.  It was Freddie, he was wearing a winter coat and beautiful leopard print pants. "Freddie, come in, just be quiet, because Roger is sleeping." I whisper.  Freddie gave me a hug, "Sure, how are you?" He asked. I nodded and put my hands on my hips, "Very good, just a little stressed."

Freddie sighed, "I see, your boyfriend is sick." Freddie whispered. "Yes, he has caught a big virus, I don't understand how he got it, Roger is never sick!"  I said.  Freddie tried to hide his teeth. "Did you call the doctor?" Freddie asked as he sat down on the chair. I made tea and got some biscuits. "Yes, he was in the morning, he examined Roger."

"How did it go?" Freddie asked. I sighed, "Well, the doctor said if it gets worse Rog should be hospitalized." I said as I put the tea on the table.

Roger woke up a little, rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Slept good?"Freddie asked.  Roger was shocked by Freddie sitting behind him. "Oh hey Fred, yes I slept wonderfully."  Roger said.  Freddie nodded and ate his cookie.

"Great, how are you feeling?" Freddie asked.  Roger coughed loudly, barely getting air through his stuffy nose. "I still feel like shit." Roger said with a yawn and a squeaky voice.

Freddie took a sip of his tea, "What a wonderful tea!" He said. I smiled, "Delicious winter tea." I said with a laugh. Roger got off the couch and squeezed his bare back. He filled a glass of water.

Roger drank in quick succession and then lay down again. "Do you want a cookie?" I asked. Roger shook no, "Don't you have a yogurt anymore? I'm looking forward to that." Roger said.

I went to the fridge and filled a bowl of delicious strawberry yugurt for our sick Roger. "Here, enjoy it my dear." I said to Roger. "Thank you, sweetie!"

"Again Roger, don't eat too fast!" I said.  Roger shook his head. I sat down next to Freddie and Freddie chatted things together.

"When exactly do you get your new song out?" I asked. Freddie thought deeply and deeply, "Sometime in December I think." Freddie said as he took a sip of his tea.

Roger put his empty bowl on the table and lay down on the sofa, "I'm looking forward to it, the song is fantastic!" Roger said happily. Freddie nodded, "You're a good drummer, you're going to do really well my darling!"

Roger smiled and closed his eyes. "Me and Mary are going to a beautiful museum about fashion next week." Freddie said as he cleared his throat. I looked surprised, I was interested in that, "Where?" I asked amazed. Freddie laughed and drank his last sip of tea- "In London, not that far away."

"Would you like that too, Roger?" I asked. I repeated what I asked. No reaction. "He sleeps?" Freddie whispered. I nodded and looked at Roger's face. "Yes, he's back in Dreamland."  I said with a smile on my face. "Aaw, little sick sleepy boy."  Freddie teased in a sarcastic voice.

Freddie picked up another biscuit and ate it neatly, "Do you like them?" I asked. Freddie smacked and raised his right thumb. "Delicious, I like it with that strawberry layer." Freddie said with a full mouth. He licked his five fingers.

I got up and picked up another bag of the yummy cookies. "Here, take these. Roger doesn't even like them, and I just don't eat them." I said. Freddie took the package of cookies. "Well thank you my dear!" Freddie said in a happy voice.

Roger turned and groaned on the sofa, Freddie and I were startled. "He's going to puke?" Freddie asked. I shrugged, "Honey, just go to the bathroom!" I whispered. Roger was awake from his nausea, he got up and went to the bathroom. He held his stomach, and the palm of his hand was on his mouth.