Throughout my life, I have seen nearly every married couple have a child within the first year of marriage, if not before; however, Roger and I have been married for over two years and we still don't have any children. When we got married, it was almost a silent agreement between us that we were going to wait to have kids. With Roger always being away on tour with the band, it was expected to be that way. So, I didn't mind having to wait to get pregnant - the only problem was that we never discussed just how long we were going to wait.
So, now here we are, ages 25 and 30, and still no children. Yet, for some reason, all I've been able to think about for these past few weeks - if not months - is how much I want a child with Roger. Of course, all I have to do is just ask Roger how he feels about having children now that some time has passed. Maybe this time his answer is more positive since the band has slowed down quite a bit with Freddie working on a solo album and Brian and John now having families of their own as well... lucky bastards.
I don't think Roger would be against having children since he has stated in the past that he wants kids, but he always adds the usual 'eventually' afterward. I worry that he's changed his mind over time and now the idea seems a bit undesirable to him. Of course, he may be a little scared about becoming a father, but what man isn't? In fact, what woman isn't afraid of becoming a mother either?
Like any other Sunday night, Roger and I decide to have a lazy night. As we sit and watch the newest horror film that's come to England, we feast on the Thai food he picked up while I went into the video store to rent the tape. With my legs laid across his lap, Roger feeds himself from his plate resting on top of my shins all the while I munch on one of my spring rolls. It makes me happy that we're both content just being beside each other, but at the same time, it feels as if something is... missing. The realization only makes me think back to my earlier thoughts over our family. Of course, we don't need to talk tonight, but, I would like to ask my question some time soon.
In the corner of my eye, I see Roger move his plate to the coffee table before grabbing the remote to the TV and turning the volume down. Just as I go to sit up and question him, Roger beats me to it and speaks first. "How..." He begins, his blue eyes flashing between my own gaze and the bright green couch we sit on. "How would you feel about having kids?" Roger states, making my mouth lightly drop in shock.
Grabbing the remote from him, I pause the movie and realize that nearly thirty minutes of the movie has already played, and yet, I don't remember a single bit of it. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice the murderer in action. Now that I actually think about it, I haven't been paying attention since the beginning of movie as all I can vaguely remember is when the murderer first showed up. Was I really thinking that hard?
"I was going to ask you the same thing," I softly confess, watching as Roger's anxious frown turns into a relieved smile. "I... I would love to have kids. In fact, I think it would be nice to finally have a few kids of our own," I add, lightly giggling. "I mean, I love watching Brian and Chrissie's munchkins, but I think it would be nice to have little me's and little you's running around this place..." Looking into Roger's eyes, I ask him the same question. "How would you feel about having kids?"
Hearing a slight laugh from Roger, I watch as he shifts my legs from his lap to move beside me, now squished between me and the back of the couch as faces me with a grin. "I-I would love to have children," He practically exclaims, a mix of nervousness and excitement showing through his face. "I don't know why, but that's all I've been thinking about lately. Maybe it's because of Brian and Deaky's kids staying over here a few weeks ago, or maybe it's because I'm in that age range where most men want to have kids. Or maybe-"
Smiling, I can't help it as I cut Roger off by leaning forward and placing my lips on his. I also can't help wrapping my arms around his neck and shifting us so I can plant myself in his lap at the same time too. Just hearing him say that all he's been thinking about is having children makes me feel so many different emotions. Relief is one of them, but a thrilling sensation is another one.
Responding to my sudden actions, Roger places his hands on my hips while eagerly kissing me back. In a matter of seconds, he pulls my body closer to his while his hands begin palming my clothes as if he wants them off. Pulling away from his lips, I stare down at him while slightly panting, Roger's eyes staying on mine the entire time.
"Let's make a baby, yeah?" He asks, his voice out-of-breath. Grinning, I nod, only to feel Roger slam his lips back onto mine while moving me onto my back with his body now laying in between my legs. In the years we've been married, I've never felt this amount of passion or eagerness coming from him. Of course, there were times that were rushed or romantic, but this has an almost new level of seriousness to it. Who knew baby-talk could make him feel this way?
Warnings: Oral (m recieving), handjob, hair pulling, p in v sex
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Your boyfriend Roger had band practice tonight, and he asked you to come along with him. You felt a little bit hesitant, seeing as you only had a short amount of time to get ready. “Roger, no, I don't think I'll have enough time to do my hair—” you protested.
“Pleaseee? I'll give you extra time to get ready!” He gave you those sweet puppy eyes that were irresistible. “Okay, I suppose.” You went to your and Roger's bedroom to put on your outfit. You picked out a black tank top, one of Roger's floral button-ups and some jeans. You then went to the bathroom to style your hair, fixing it to perfection. You put on the slightest amount of makeup - nothing too crazy, just a little eyeshadow, mascara and your favorite lip gloss.
You felt so pretty.
You walked out of the bathroom to the living room, where your boyfriend was sitting on the couch waiting for you. When he saw you, he stood up and walked over to you, his cheeks turning bright red. “Damn, love, you look amazing.” He said, before kissing your cheek. You smiled. “I mean it, you're always so beautiful.” Now it was your turn to blush.
“Says you.” You giggled. You thought Roger was so pretty. You admired his long, golden locks and his beautiful blue eyes. He looked as if he had been sculpted by the gods. He smiled before grabbing his keys. “Ready?” You nodded.
You walked out the door to the car. Roger started it and you both got in, fastening your seatbelts. Shortly, you started driving to Freddie's house. “Wanna listen to some music, love?” Roger asked.
You smiled and nodded. Roger turned on the radio and “Life in the Fast Lane” by the Eagles came on. You smiled and looked at your boyfriend, who was also smiling. You guys loved this song.
Once you arrived you were greeted by Freddie.
“Y/N, my darling!” Freddie hugged you. You giggled and hugged him back. You always loved how flamboyant he was. “Hi, Freddie.” You pulled apart from each other and he smiled. “You look fabulous tonight! Roger's always talking about how beautiful you are.” Freddie shot him a wink, and Roger's face turned bright red. “Come on, we have to show you what we've been working on!”
You both followed Freddie into the house and into the rehearsal room, where Brian and John were. “Hi, Y/N!” John walked over to you and hugged you. You smiled and hugged him back.
“Y/N! It's so nice to see you!” Brian said and did the same thing as John, to which you reciprocated. After a couple minutes of chatting and updating the other boys on how life had been going recently, they picked up their instruments and started playing the new stuff they wrote. Your eyes were on Roger the entire time, watching how he played the drums. You thought it was so hot, the way he would bang them, but at that moment, you wanted him to bang you instead.
You watched as his hair started getting messy, the slightest sheen of sweat covering his skin. He was so fucking hot. He also had the voice of an angel. His singing voice was so impressive, he could go from a rough, rocker voice to operatic, high notes.
After they finished playing, Freddie looked at you.
“What did you think, darling?” You looked up at him and smiled. “It was lovely.”He smiled back at you. “I'm glad you liked it, we've been working really hard on these songs.”
You guys went back to talking afterwards and had dinner together, just joking around and catching up on everyone's lives. While you were listening to John talking about what's been going on in his life lately, you felt Roger's hand rest on your thigh. You swallowed, acting as if you didn't feel anything.
As time passed, you felt his hand slowly move upwards, which caused a slight gasp to slip out of you. “Y/N, is something wrong?” Freddie asked with a knowing smile. “I just thought I forgot my purse at home for a second, but I just remembered it's in Roger's car.”
“Alright, darling.” He winked at you. After a while, you and Roger decided to go home. You both said goodbye to everyone and walked out to the car. Once you got in and started driving home, you felt Roger's hand on your thigh again. He would occasionally stroke it with his thumb every now and then, sending heat throughout your body.
When you got home, Roger parked the car, but he didn't unlock it and step out. “Roger, are we going in?”
He looked at you and chuckled. “You think I didn't notice you staring at me the way you did the entire time while I was playing?”
Fuck.
He chuckled again. “Let's go to the backseats, yeah? Is that ok?” You nodded. “Fuck, yes.” You unbuckled your seatbelt, climbing into the backseat as he did the same.
Once you were back there, he kissed you roughly. You both couldn't keep your fucking hands off of each other. As you were making out, you slid his button-up off of your body. Your lips disconnected as your clothes and shoes were thrown into the front seats.
You both were left in your undergarments as your lips met once again, your moans being muffled by his lips as Roger ran his hands up and down your body.
“Want your mouth on my dick.” Roger said breathlessly. You obliged, your hands moving to his boxers before sliding them off. His dick sprung out and hit his stomach. You spit in your hand, took his dick and started stroking him. “Fuck...” He rested his head against the door and his eyes fluttered shut.
You took him into your mouth and he let out a moan. You started sucking his dick and stroking him at the same time, earning heavenly moans and whimpers from your boyfriend. His hand found its way to your hair and he started pulling it. “Oh, fuck, Y/N…”
Soon, his moans got higher in pitch, telling you he was close. “Fuck, I'm gonna come, love... oh, fuck—” He let out a whimper and his hips bucked up into your mouth, his cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off of him and looked at him. He was panting, his chest rising and falling. "Mmm, fuck, you did so fucking good." He stroked your cheek with his thumb.
“Please...” You whined. “Please what, darling?” He kept stroking your cheek. “Please fuck me...” You said, feeling heat rush down to the part of your body where you needed him most.
He laughed. “Lie back for me.” You did as he said and rested against the car door. His hands moved to unclasp your bra, and he took it off. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful...” He said, taking a moment to admire them before slowly taking off your underwear. He positioned himself, lying on top of you. “Are you ready, love?” You nodded quickly.
Roger pushed his dick into you slowly, and you let out a whimper. He started to rock his hips against yours, and you started moaning. “Fuck, Rog...” He groaned as he started to speed up a bit. “You're so fucking pretty, love...”
Soon, he was pounding into you, and you felt the car shake with each movement. Tears fell from your eyes and your mascara was running down your cheeks, your moans mixing into sobs from how good it felt. “Roger! Fu-uck!” You tugged on his blonde hair as a moan escaped from his lips.
You felt the heat in between your legs start to get stronger, more tears running down your cheeks. “I'm gonna come...” Roger's hand moved to your clit and started rubbing it in time with his thrusts, adding to the pleasure you were already experiencing. “Come for me, love...” He moaned out.
You felt the pressure in your abdomen build up before you let out a string of moans as you came, your vision blurry as tears streamed down from your eyes. “Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna- fuck!” Roger whimpered as he came shortly after you did.
His thrusts became sloppy before he stopped, leaning down to kiss your lips. You kissed him back, moaning against his lips. He pulled back, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You did so good, darling...” He said, panting. “I love you so much.” He kissed you again.
“I love you too...” He smiled. “Are you ok, love?” You nodded. “How about we go inside and rest for a while, hmm?” You nodded once more and smiled. “I'd love that.”
You both got dressed and went inside the house. You showered together to rinse all the sweat off of your bodies, holding each other close. Afterwards, Roger changed into a grey t-shirt and boxers, and you wore his black t-shirt and your undergarments.
You both got into bed and cuddled each other. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “I love you too, Roger.” Soon after, you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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Guys I’m so sorry if this is bad. I hope you enjoyed it though!
Summary: after the infamous hair dye mishap, (y/n) changes their hair color in solidarity
Warnings: none
I woke up this morning to a loud shrieking coming from somewhere in the house.
“Roger?”
The bed next to me was empty and I got scared. What if something happened to him?
Another yell echoed through the house and I finally got up. There was an old tennis racket in the closet, which I grabbed as I carefully walked into the hall. It wasn’t gonna do much damage but at least it was something.
“Roger?” I called out again, “Are you there?”
“(y/n)?” his voice called from down the hall. Why on earth was he screaming in the bathroom at 7am on a Saturday?
I banged on the bathroom door, “Roger? Rog, are you okay? Open up.”
“I’m okay, don’t worry love”
“Then open up”
“I… I can't,” he said from the other side.
“Is the lock stuck? Hold on, I’ll go get a screwdriver-“
“No!” he sounded panicked.
“My god Roger you’re acting as if you’ve got a girl hidden in there,” I rolled my eyes before rethinking what I’d said, “You don’t, right?”
He scoffed, “Of course I don’t (y/n).”
“C’mon, then what’s so bad that you locked yourself in a bathroom?”
He paused for a few moments. “Please don’t laugh.”
The bathroom lock clicked and Roger finally opened it. At first he looked fine, still dressed in pajamas. And then I saw the atrocity he was hiding. His hair, his beautiful blond locks, that hair that everyone admired, was now a violent shade of green. His face was pulled into an almost comical frown. Despite his plea, I couldn’t help myself, the scene before me was just too funny.
“(y/n),” he whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.”
“Yeah right,” he grumbled.
“Aw, come on Rog, it’s really not that bad,” I said, running my hands through his newly dyed hair.
“We have a show tonight (y/n)” he said, “I have to go out there with green hair for hundreds of people to see.”
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We arrived at the theater at 5pm for sound check. It was a nice place, room for over a thousand people, and we all had our own dressing rooms. I loved the rest of the band, but there were only so many flying hairbrushes I could dodge.
Naturally, the first thing we heard as we made our way backstage was Brian’s, “Nice hair mate.”
“Shut up,” Roger grumbled.
“Hi (y/n),” Brian greeted me cheerily before turning back to Roger, “What on earth were you trying to do?”
Roger desperately looked over at me for help. I just shrugged. As much as I felt bad for him, it was his own mess. And what a funny mess it was too.
“I was trying to dye it blonde,” he said in a small voice.
“Blonde?” John asked incredulously, “You were trying to dye your already blonde hair blonde?”
“I wanted a different kind of blonde.”
“Roger darling, I hate to break it to you but blonde is blonde,” Freddie joked.
“(y/n) they’re bullying me.”
“Aww come here you poor thing,” I dramatically threw my arms around him, “You boys leave Roger alone. Run off and tune your instruments now.”
“You’re no fun,” Freddie replied in mock-annoyance.
But they did leave, one by one, all going to their own dressing room to get ready. The start of the show was drawing nearer by the minute and there were costumes to be donned and guitars to be tuned and eyeliner to be perfected. I too had a lot of preparing to do. There was something I had planned that might make Roger feel at least a little better about his hair.
“Is my hair really that bad?” Roger asked once everyone else had left.
Though he had laughed off the other’s comments, he sounded genuinely worried about going on tonight. I hadn’t seen him like this before a show since the band had started.
“I promise, it’s not as bad as they’re saying. You know them, they have to poke a little fun. They don’t mean it,” I reassured him.
Roger nodded and kissed me gently on the forehead.
“Am I still pretty though?” he asked, batting his eyes. He was right back to his old self.
“You’re still the prettiest boy here.”
“Reeeally?”
“Yes, now go get ready!” I laughed.
He kissed me one last time and headed off to his own dressing room.
We still had an hour left before the show, if I hurried up I would be ready just in time to go on.
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“FIVE MINUTES,” a voice boomed through the hall.
I looked in the mirror one last time, messing up my hair just enough to look good, and not like my hairdryer had exploded. The rest of the band was already strapping on guitars and doing last minute warm ups when I got there. Roger’s eyes grew wide as he saw me.
“(y/n)?” he asked in disbelief, “What did you do to your hair?”
Even in the dim backstage lighting, the dyed orange hue of my hair was clearly visible.
“I dyed it,” I explained, “Now you’re not the only one who’s going on looking like they’re from the circus.”
Roger shook his head, “That’s the nicest, and probably dumbest, thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he smiled, “Thank you (y/n/n).”
“Anything for you darling,” I said, giving him a quick kiss.
“TWO MINUTES,” the voice called again.
“Can I ask one thing?”
“Yeah?”
“Why orange?“ he asked jokingly before adding, “At least my green looks cool.”
“Bowie had orange hair and he looks cool as fuck,” I countered.
“I guess you’re right,” he conceded.
“ONE MINUTE.”
Roger quickly leaned over and kissed me. “Good luck,” he smiled and quickly headed over to his drum kit.
I strapped on my guitar and looked over to him one more time. His green hair clashed fantastically with his white shirt. Roger raised his eyebrows as he caught my stare.
I shot him a quick wink as the final call came, “AND… SHOWTIME!”
The last thing I saw before turning to face the crowd was Roger wink back at me. The crowd’s screams and claps were deafening, but soon enough Freddie’s voice overpowered even that.
Imagine!! Freddie and Roger start a funeral house where they offer offer additional services like juggling with urns and spray painting caskets and they go bankrupt after 4.5 business days 😍😍😍
So i an absolutely obsessed with Queen and the film Bohemian Rhapsody. I love the cast and so I decided to write a Joe Mazzello story. Feel free to add some ideas if you would like to!! So Here is the backstory and first chapter!
• Your Roger Taylors child
• the story is set around the filming of bohemian rhapsody
•most focused on the real life experience than their ‘online life’
•if you have any ideas lmk 😁
•Thanks for reading x
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Therealy/n Glad to be on set x
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Benhardy we look fantastic 😏
Mrgwilymlee Love it when your on set ❤️
joe_mazzello you should come on to set more!
therealy/n @joe_mazzello ill see what i can do 😁
Brianmayforreal the boys looked amazing today! Bri
Rogertaylorofficial the boys worked really hard today and it was wonderful to have you on set today my darling.
ramimalek who is the handsome man at the end i wonder??
Benhardy @ramimalek me duhh 🙄
Therealy/n @benhardy in your dreams blondy
Lucyboynton1 i wish i was on set today 😭
Therealy/n @lucyboynton1 ugh me too i felt lonely without my other half today 😢
Hello, I am a big fan of your writing 😄 Could you do a fic where a college aged Roger Taylor and the reader who have been dating for a while and they are waiting on a home pregnancy test? While they wait the reminisce about what they have gone through together and the good times. When the results are ready it's negative and they are relieved. Thank you!
Hi there nonnie! You got it! I will have two endings: one where the test is positive, and one where it is negative.
Per Anon's request, Reader here is a person whose body is able to have children, but because gender is not specified in the request, the reader will be gender neutral and can be read to identify however you would like!
Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! If you like it- reblog or leave a comment!
Warnings: Mentions of sex and some steamy bits but no specifics or details, mentions of drinking and drunkness, discussions of pregnancy, and mentions of abortion. But plenty of fluff!
Word Count: 1K
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You reached for the pink kitchen timer in the shape of an egg and twisted it to fifteen minutes. That’s all it would take. That would be the moment of truth. Just fifteen little minutes and you would know for sure.
The timer was placed on the shelf of the sink. Right next to it was a pending pregnancy test. You placed both hands on the counter, looked into the mirror at your own face, and took in a deep breath. You held it, then released.
Watching the little white stick for fifteen minutes would only make you feel worse about the results you did not want yet.
Walking out, you saw Roger on the couch. You told him your period was late. Two days wasn’t much, but it was something. He turned over and looked at you.
“Hey, love,” he greeted.
“Hey,” you responded.
He opened his arms, and you followed him, plopping onto the couch. You nestled your head onto his chest where you felt it’s steady heartbeat. He wrapped both arms around you, one rubbing on your back. Another found a free hand of yours and held it.
“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Mmmph, you’re not the one getting tested.”
“Fair enough.”
He noticed your breaths were quick inhales and sharp exhales through your nose. It was troubling for him to hear such. He could even hear your heart pick up.
“Hey, Y/N...do you remember how we met?” he asked.
You looked up.
“What was it like on your end?” he asked.
“We’ve told this story before…”
“Nah, I’d like to hear It from you…” Roger responded.
You met at a bar. It was dark and there was that odd smell that came with beer- like you could smell bread baking from the wheat that was concocted inside the drink. It was that mixture of bakeries and bars- something delicious was being created to be consumed and enjoyed.
But you could not enjoy that beer in peace. A man who looked far older than you and quite odious slid up to you. He was smiling and trying to get your attention.
“Excise me…I’m just not in the mood tonight. Would you leave me alone, please?” you asked politely.
“What?? Don’t you like a free drink?” he asked, peeved.
You felt your blood run cold when you heard a voice:
“Hey! I’ll get you anything you want, and you leave ‘em alone!”
You turned around to see…maybe not the most handsome man you met, but the most beautiful. You almost dropped your jaw. He had large blue eyes with thick lashes, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful, silky blonde hair you had ever seen. And he was walking up to you. You began to talk for hours and then traded numbers with smiling faces.
Your first kiss was in the rain. Roger had turned oddly romantic. He wanted to go to a museum of great interest to you. There was a special exhibit for only a limited time- a certain painter you adored. He bought you tickets- nice tickets! And this was before the band got off it’s feet too!
You grabbed his hand, ooing and aaaahing at the art. He smiled and admired it. If he thought anything rude about it, he kept it to himself. Even if he might have appeared low brow, he knew beauty when he saw it.
Once you walked out, it began to rain. Howling with laughter from the surprise of cold water splattering on your heads, you took off your jackets and huddled under them, running to the nearest shade you could find. One was a large tree planted in the sidewalk, proving a relief of raindrops. They weren’t a torrent, but manageable small drips every now and then. You both looked at each other, eyes bright from running and hair damp.
“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”
You nodded yes.
You tasted the hamburger he ate for lunch, his tongue collided with yours, but his lips felt soft. On your book, it was a perfect first kiss.
It didn’t stop at kissing of course. The first time you did the deed, it was three days later. You had been studying over at his place. Luckily, he ordered in food, complete with dessert. As you put aside your flashcards, you gave a deep sigh.
“How do you feel, Y/N?”
“Good! I feel good about it!”
“Well then, guess we have time for this then!”
He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you onto his lap. You began to make out. Furiously. And you didn’t want it to stop this time.
As you sat there, you gave him a naughty smile. Then you quickly pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the floor. From the quick blinking and half grin, he gave you, he was not going to stop you.
“Rog…Rog I want you…” you said, placing his lovely face in your hands as you began to kiss him again and again.
“I want you…” you trailed down to his neck. You felt his body relax beneath yours “so bad…”
“Have me then…” he said. He unbuttoned his own shirt. Soon you felt the warmth of each other’s bare skin against the others. And it didn’t stop at your shirts.
You were there for every concert you could make it to. You cheered loudly as you could. Despite the numerous groupies with their claws pointed at Roger, he shooed them away. They would give you a glare before moving onto the next band member in sight. None of you minded that much. There were times you goofed off with drinking games and then would dance all night to your favorite songs before wandering to the house.
“Damn…” Roger would say…he reached into the closet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He got out two shot glasses.
“Rog! It’s five in the morning? And you’re drinking vodka???” you gasped.
“Why else do it? We had an amazing concert and we're celebrating! We’re alive and it’s here, we might as well enjoy it!”
And then sleep until the afternoon when you woke up tangled in each other’s arms but smiling.
Two lines. Two clear little pink lines. Roger was next to you; he clutched your hand. The inhale you were taking stopped in your throat. The stick was even moving with you hand. You kept blinking, then you let out a sharp exhale.
“Y/N….my Y/N, what do you think?” he asked.
This was huge. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through in your head.
“Y/N, if you need an abortion, I’ll help you. I’ll play the drums extra hard, I’ll pitch in what I have, I’ll help you to make it happen- we’ll find a clinic that’s safe and then you won’t have to..."
You let out a laugh, tears were already in your eyes, and you shook your head.
“No Roger! No!”
He tilted his head and squinted his blue eyes.
“No?”
“I mean, thank you! It’s kind of you to offer…but no!!!”
You hugged him with both arms, the test still in your hand, dangling off, the two lines staring at Roger. You gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Here’s what…I…I want to keep the baby…”
“Keep it? Then…then this is big, Y/N…but…you’re happy?”
“I am happy! I am happy that I have a part of you with me, always- that there’s going to be a person half you and half me out there in the world! I…I’ve wanted to be pregnant for a while now! And I want to have your baby!”
You relaxed in his arms and melted onto his shoulder.
You let go and he held your hands, pulling you close still.
“Y/N…we will do what we can…I…I never thought a year ago I would say this but…I will be a dad to this baby. I won’t leave you and I won’t leave the kid inside you either! You don’t have to be afraid now- you mean so much to me and if that means taking this on, I won’t mind…"
Outside you heard birds chirping as if celebrating. Roger licked his lips and then frowned, eyes looking down.
"But...I'll try...even if I’m not ready to be a dad…” he confessed.
“Will we ever be ready to be parents?” you asked.
There was a pause. The clock ticked as if in silent reply and outside a car passed by.
There was only one line. There were two sighs. Roger was relieved secretly- no responsibilities. No human life to concern himself about. Y/N blinked and rechecked again and again, and then set it down.
“Well…well then!” you announced.
“Why, Y/N…we might need to celebrate!” Roger suggested.
“I…I think so!”
He went to the kitchen, even though it was still the afternoon, and the sun was shining through the windows.
“Let’s have a drink- it’s something you would have to miss out on! We can throw in some coffee too! And all the stuff you wouldn’t be able to enjoy if you were pregnant!”
Sure enough he brought out the drinks and you were enjoying it. You both held small champagne glasses.
“Part of me…wants to be pregnant. Wants to be a mama. But I…I’m not so sure…”
“It’s a lot of work, Y/N. And…with the band…we’re enjoying what we have…”
“You know…you’re right! I like my life! I like my college and my classes and my friends!"
"No one wants to miss out on those!" Roger commented.
You played with the rim of your cup and looked down, then back up through your lashes at Roger
" Plus, there’s this handsome drummer I’m dating…” you added.
He leaned against the kitchen counter cockily.
“What’s he like?” Roger asked.
“Hilarious. Smart. Talented. Creative. Bold. Fearless. Passionate. Fiery. And best of all…he’s mine…” you praised.
“Same to you, darling.” He replied with a smile that could melt winter.
Saturday nights are always date nights for me and Ben. No matter what, we always go out and do something fun together. We'll go to dinner, watch a movie, see a game, anything that sounds like a good time. We always make an effort, and nothing ever stops us from spending time together.
However, as I lay in my bed with nonstop nausea filling my throat and stomach, I feel the need to cancel for tonight. During the seven months that we've been dating, neither of us have ever canceled a Friday night, and that's always something I love about us. Once again, we always make time for each other, so when I think about calling Ben and saying I can't go tonight, I feel even worse.
Reluctantly pressing the green button on Ben's contact, I hold my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing tone as I wait for him to pick up. As more seconds pass, I find myself trying to hug my blankets as close to me as I can while my body begins to shiver. This stomach pain is starting to cause me to feel cold as well, and it sucks.
"Hello, darling," I hear Ben's voice pick up after the second ring, making me smile. I always love hearing his voice. It carries this tone of protection in it that gives off a feeling of happiness at the same time. "Are you ready for our date?"
At his question, I close my eyes and swallow down the guilt that rises to my throat as my smile lowers into a frown. He sounds so happy - excited, almost. Do I really have to take that away from him? All because of something that could probably be treated with medicine?
As soon as the thought of maybe suffering through the pain and going on a date, another stomach cramp pushes into me, making me almost hunch over in my bed to get through the pain. "Actually, Ben," I start, my free arm wrapping around my stomach as the stinging sensation passes. "I was calling to tell you that I can't come," I explain, my ears almost catching the sound of his heart breaking through the phone speaker. "I think I caught food poisoning from my friend's food at dinner we went to the other night."
"I ate it, and I seem fine," He tells me, his words making me shake my head with an amused smile.
"That's because you have an iron stomach, Ben," I joke, hearing him chuckle on the other end. "And, besides, if you can eat your own cooking, then you can eat practically anything."
"Oi!" Ben dramatically exclaims as if my words hit him with a punch. I laugh at his silliness. "Such harsh and hurtful words from the woman I love!" He further chides as I clench my already hurting stomach from laughing. He soon joins in on the laughing before speaking once more. "But that's alright love. I understand you're not feeling well. I love you! And I'll be over in ten minutes."
Just as quick as he said his last words, he hangs up, leaving me to stare across the room with wide eyes as my phone remains resting in my hand, Ben's picture flashing once before the screen goes dark. Did he really just pull a fast one on me? Just like that?
While thinking about Ben, yet another wave of nausea rolls over me, causing me to turn onto my side with my knees close to my chest, a pained groan escaping my lips at the same time. What if this isn't food poisoning, and it's something contagious, and I accidentally give it to Ben? It's not that I don't want him coming over (I'm glad that he is), but the last thing I want to do is make him sick as well.
For what feels like an eternity, I lay on my sides, switching between the two when another cramp comes along. It isn't long before I hear keys being inserted into my front door, twisting and turning before the piece of wood opens and closes a few short seconds later. Footsteps sound throughout my tiny apartment until my bedroom door gently opens, a head full of blond hair and shining blue eyes staring back at me as I smile from my current predicament on the bed.
"There she is," Ben says with a sweet smile. Wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black sweats, he takes one step into my room before happily sighing. "And just as beautiful as ever."
Blushing, I roll my eyes and flop onto my other side to dramatically turn my back to him, only receiving a laugh back before I feel his warm body settle behind my cold one. As soon as he touches me, it's as if all of my nausea and cramping dissipate, the warmth from his body acting as a heating pad for my achey body.
Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body as he kisses my temple, his lips soft and warm like fresh pastries. At his sweet affection, I smile even more and raise my hands to rest on top of his, only for him to interlock our fingers together. Even when I'm sick and not able to do the things we usually do, he's still the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.
"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Ben asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face in my neck. Underneath the covers, his legs intertwine with mine, bringing me just enough warmth to stop shivering so bad.
"No, just lay here with me, please," I tell him, snuggling my body further in his hold as a soft sigh escapes my lips. There's nothing better than lying in the arms of the person you love - especially if they're a natural heater.
"Oh, and like I said earlier," I begin, remembering our earlier conversation. "Your cooking is something special," I remind Ben with a smirk, listening as he snickers behind me. Okay, maybe there's nothing better lying in the arms of your boyfriend and teasing him for his helpless qualities.
"I can put on a video or something, go off of that," Ben suggests, leaning his head over mine to cuddle closer to the front of my neck. "Or, I could be safe and just order something," he offers, making me smile.
"That would be nice," I tell Ben, nodding my head. Just as he goes to get up to grab his phone presumably, I tug him back down and snuggle even further into him. "In five minutes, of course," I clarify, hearing him snicker behind me again.
With a simple "okay," Ben gets himself comfortable once more before resuming holding me close. I guess no matter what, Saturday nights will always be our night and not even a stupid stomach bug can stop that.
