Somebody To Love (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor fanfic)

one hundred and one

"I love you," he whispers, thumb rubbing her cheek lightly.

"Love you too," she murmurs, wiping her tears once he's let go of her and he wordlessly moves to take Ellie off of Mary so he can say one last goodbye.

"Listen here, missy," he begins, holding her above his head, "Are you going to be a good girl for mummy, hm? Are you gonna look after her for me till I get back? I think you are, aren't you? Gonna take care of her?"

Rebecca has to look away, throwing her arms around Freddie to stop herself from crying again.

She makes the rounds, Hannah is just as glum as she is as she watches John say goodbye to Charlotte and Harry while Brian and Alice watch on.

At least she got to go with them.

"If something happens," Roger says as he hands his little girl over to her, "Ring Miami, yeah? You're more likely to get hold of me through him."

"I will," she nods, "Have fun and remember to label your cases when you're coming back!"

"I'll try and that was one time."

She rolls her eyes, knowing full well that he won't have to try very hard but she eagerly accepts the final kiss he leans down to give her, "Go be a rockstar, Rog."

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The first few nights, Rebecca will admit, they were strange. They always are. The first night sleeping alone -and knowing that Roger wouldn't be returning home at any moment, she didn't like it.

Their king size bed just felt too big for just her and she didn't sleep until at least three in the morning, only to be woken up half an hour later by her morning sickness. Right on time.

The next couple of nights, she brought Pippi into the bed with her, which she quickly regretted when she woke up the next morning covered in feathers from Roger's pillow.

Then as one week turned into two, it got easier and then Rebecca found that she quite liked being able to starfish out in the middle of the large mattress but of course, some nights, she did bring Ellie into the bed, setting up pillows on her other side so she didn't fall and honestly, waking up to her little hand or foot smacking her face was one of the best feelings ever.

As promised, Roger rang every night. Well, every night there wasn't a show but due to time differences, it was always when she was about to go to bed.

He told her about America and how the crowds seemed to be getting bigger and louder every single night. He told her how they'd gone to some upscale restaurant in Hartford and John ended up with food poisoning and he told her how much he missed having her here experiencing this with him.

"You'll be home soon, Roger," she tells him.

"For ten days, I know," he sighs, "How's my little Ellie?"

"She's good," Rebecca nods, looking down at sleeping baby who's laying beside her on the mattress, "I think she's going to start crawling soon. I've got your stupid video camera ready to go."

"Good," he murmurs, "And how's baby number two? Morning sickness settled any?"

"A little," she nods, "Can still knock me for six some days though. Could barely get out of bed on Monday. Hannah had to come take Ellie for me."

"Love, I'm sorry," Roger sighs and she can picture him rubbing his forehead, "I should be there with you."

"Rog, don't so that," she says down the phone, "This, it couldn't be helped. What were you going to do? You couldn't exactly say you weren't going."

"I would have," he says softly, "If you'd asked me, I would have stayed with you."

"Roger," she whispers, feeling herself welling up. God, everything is making her fucking cry.

"You know that, right? If you'd asked, I'd have stayed in a heartbeat."

"I do," she nods, "But I couldn't ask you to do that."

"What time is it there?" he asks, changing the subject since he knows that if he keeps talking about it, she's just going to get more upset.

She glances at her bedside table, "Just gone one."

"Shit, love. You should get some sleep."

She shakes her head, even though he can't see her, "No, wanna keep talking to you."

"Becca."

"Fine," she pouts, "Will you stay on the phone until I fall asleep?"

"Of course," he whispers and she hears rustling on the other end of the line, he's probably getting comfortable.

"Will you just talk?" Rebecca asks, "Your voice, it's comforting."

"Weirdo," Roger chuckles but does as she asks and not fifteen minutes later, he hears her small snores, telling him that she's asleep and he smiles to himself.

"Goodnight, love."

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i don't think i can express just how excited I am to write this Deaky story. i already have a couple of chapters written down. i. am. buzzed