Like A Millionaire (Freddie Mercury + Cherie series) FINAL BOOK

5.) Welcome to the Black Parade

A/N:

Hello! & sorry for the long wait. If you're still reading this, I love you! Its been hard getting into the swing of my normal routine & so I haven't had time for anything besides tiny naps and bursts of psychosis (kidding!)

And for anyone who caresssss, here's little Freddie doing his best impression of father Mercury 😭

Lmao I'm obsessedddd 😍🙃
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Cherie's still downstairs. I can hear her sniffling. Probably on someone's sympathetic shoulder. I'm probably being made out to be a monster. A bitter man with bitter words.

I'm too ashamed to face all of them. I'm sure they'll get the hint that I don't plan to join them again.

I almost make it back into my room when I realize I can somewhat hear the conversation from up the stairwell.

"Finish this and go back up there. Talk calmly. I'm sure he's calmed down by now," Ronnie tries.

"Thanks but it's gonna take something stronger than tea."

"It's not tea, that's just the first cup I found in the cupboard," Rose replies, giggling.

A few seconds tick by before another word. "He doesn't want to talk to me."

"Of course he does! The guys say you're all he ever talks about. Getting back in good terms, reconciling with you, being a family again..."

"We'll always be family, Rosie."

"Well, yes of course, but you know what I mean."

"John says Freddie had a long dream while he was unconscious," Ronnie lowers her voice down to a whisper. I wonder if she's spotted me.

"A dream?," Cherie asks, voice hiking in interest. "That he can recall?"

"Mhm. Says it was the two of you whom had a third child together. A little girl. Named Lily. John said he cried for hours after just telling him that," As if I'm not already enough of a sad sack. Listening to Ronnie explain this feels like a total invasion of privacy. I swear Deacy can be such a gossip. .

"Geez. Poor guy," Rose tisks her tongue. "That explains a lot."

Cherie hasn't said anything as Ronnie and rose become a couple of Sherlock Holmes' trying to decode my behavior with the helpful insights of their knuckle head husbands.

"A Lily....," Cherie whispers, breaking her silence.

"What was that?," Rose asks as Cherie continues to mumble to herself.

"You said he dreamt of another baby. A girl named lil— named Lily?!," A crashing sounds as soon as Cherie's wavering voice shouts. A chair fallen over or something! I've almost given myself away if it wasn't for clasping my hand over my mouth to keep the words shoved down my throat.

Either way, I inch further down the steps, creeping just enough to peak at the commotion.

Cherie's calm demeanor quickly turns shakey. Her breathing quickens with her words. Her voice heightened to sound more like a high pitch squeak.

"I can't believe I did that. Why did i think. Well, I thought. Okay, but it wasn't my fault. It was logical. I thought I knew everything—,"

"Are you alright? Maybe we should get you home. You're so stressed, sweetie," rose suggests.