Roger Taylor Imagines

Chapter Twenty Eight - Cramp

An - don't ask what this is bc idk myself.

You suffer with really really bad leg cramps and tonight was the worst of the worst.

"Are you ok love?" Roger asks not knowing where to hold you or whether to at all.

"No it really fucking hurts."
"Walk it of. Come here."

He helps you up, your hand gripping your leg tightly.

"slowly walk." He says guiding you.

You look up at him and smile, just in awe of his love and care for you.

"Thank you." You whisper.

He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

"I'm gonna go on a walk." You say.
"I'll come with you."
"No you need sleep. I won't be long anyway."
"Y/n I'm not having you out in the dark by yourself. I don't want the worst to happen to you. Besides I'll keep you safe."
"If you say so."

He helped you down the stairs and he put your shoes on for you.
You then managed to put your coat on and within minutes, you were out the house (hand in hand)

You walked to the top of the estate and stood by the hill, watching the moon and the lights in the distance.

He turned your body to face him, leaving your head how it was before.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested the side of his face on four forehead.

You put your arms over his, caressing them gently.

"I love you." You say.
"I love tou to." He says and kisses your forehead.

"Can we go home now?" You ask feeling the cold.
"Cold?"

You nodd as he laughs.

"Come on then."

You walked back to the house and immediately climbed into bed.

He climbed in behind you and pulled you closer to him by your torso.
He burries his head into your neck and says in a sleep tone, "How's your leg?"
"It's ok. Still a bit painful."
"Well try to get some sleep, gorgeous."

He kisses your neck and pulls you closer to him.

"Night love." You whisper.
"Night my love." He kisses you again and you soon fall asleep.