On the 20th of August, baby Deacon was born - just one day after their dad's birthday and really, only Hannah could go into labour on her husband's big day.
None of them even knew that she had gone into labour until Roger got a call from John, who couldn't stop crying as he told him that Hannah had given birth at 2:17 that morning. A little girl.
Of course, the two of them were ecstatic for their friends and Rebecca was quick to ask if they were able to go visit them, which they were.
John had said that Alice and Brian were coming for the afternoon visit and since Hannah was in a private room, they could come too if they'd like.
On their way to the hospital, it was decided that they'd make a quick stop at a toy store to pick up a small present for the baby and Rebecca let Roger go in and pick it. Which, she knew was a terrible idea and she was proven right when he returned to the car with what had to be the biggest stuffed bear that he could get.
"They're going to kill us," she laughed as he hauled it into the lift, "What floor did John say it was again?"
"Love, Brian and Freddie are going to be competing for the little ones love. I have to get a head start."
"The floor, Roger."
"Oh, it's four."
"Thank you," she hummed, pressing the button but before the doors started closing, they heard a familiar voice shout for them to hold the lift and Rebecca stuck her hand out to stop the doors from shutting just as Alice did the same thing.
"Hi!" she grinned, pulling her into a hug and when her eyes fell on the huge bear, her mouth fell open.
"Great, isn't it?" Roger grinned, "Can't wait to see their faces when they see it."
"It is great. It's jus-" Alice doesn't get to finish her sentence because Brian steps into view dragging the same stuffed bear.
"Oh my god,"
"What the fuck?"
Both Roger and Rebecca speak at the same time. She looks as if she's going to start laughing while he looks like he wants to kill his bandmate.
"Great minds, huh?" Brian offers, stepping into the lift and Rebecca find herself pressed against the wall to try and make room.
The lift up to the floor is spent in an awkward silence with Roger shooting glares at both Brian and his bear and when the lift stops at floor two to let someone else on, Alice politely suggests that they should maybe wait for the next one.
It's a struggle to get out on floor four; both men want to be first in the room but alas, it's Roger ho manages to break free first, shooting a smug smile at Brian as he instructs Rebecca to grab the bear's legs.
The nurse who's at the desk raises her eyebrows as they approach and Rebecca's surprised when she points them down the corridor but just thinks that the woman recognises Brian and Roger as John's bandmates.
But that's not it at all.
"You absolute bastards."
Freddie's standing with Mary a few feet ahead of them but that's not what makes both Alice and Becca's mouths fall open.
No, what makes that happen is the fact that they're standing there with, you guessed it, the same fucking bear.
"Oh my god," Rebecca utters the same three words in the space of ten minutes.
You honestly couldn't write this.
"Fucking hell," Roger hisses, ignoring the disapproving look he gains from the nurse, "What are they going to do with three huge bears?"
Rebecca groans impatiently, "Can't we argue about this later? We have a baby to meet!"
"I'm taking mine in first," Roger says as they make their way down the corridor.
"Like hell you are," Freddie argues, "If this child is going to think I'm the favourite uncle, she has to see me first."
"She was only born this morning, Fred," Brian mumbled, "And who says you're going to be the favourite?"
The three women roll their eyes at their childishness before them as the door beside them swings open and John is standing there with an exhausted smile on his face.
"Thought we heard you lot bickering."
Immediately, Rebecca steps forward and presses a kiss to his cheek before throwing her arms around his neck, "Congratulations!"
Grinning, John wraps his arms around her tightly as he huffs out a laugh, "Guys, come in. You're blocking the corridor."
They all file into the room behind Rebecca and see Hannah sitting up in the hospital bed, cradling a bundle of white blankets in her arms.
She too looks positively exhausted as she takes note of the bears each man is carrying and her eyes light up, "You guys...I love them!"
John closes the door behind them and returns to the side of the bed, sitting down on the edge beside Hannah while their visitors just stand and grin at them.
"Well?" Hannah laughs, "Are you going to come say hello or are you all just going to stand there gawking at me?"
Rebecca and Freddie need no further invitation and John moves out of the way to let her take his spot while Freddie goes to the other side.
"Congratulations, mate." Brian says as John stands between them, patting him on the shoulder and Roger gives him a tight hug, "Who knew you'd be the first of us, hm?"
"Tell me about it," he breathes, running a hand through his hair.
"I definitely thought it was going to be Roger," the guitarist continues, "Especially with how often the two of them go at it."
"Brian!" Alice gasps while Rebecca, having obviously heard him, laughs.
"That's the beauty of the pill Bri."
"So," Brian says, clearing his throat uncomfortably as he peers down at the baby, "Has she got a name yet?"
"If you're struggling," Rebecca hums, "I hear that Anne is very in right now."
"Or Taylor?" Roger offers and the two look at each other with wide eyes.
"Taylor-Anne!" they both exclaim quietly and Roger nods.
"That's it. That's her name. Nurse, we need a birth certificate ASAP."
John rolls his eyes as Hannah giggles, "Actually, she's already got a name."
"She does?" Freddie asks, "Well, don't leave us in suspense, darlings! What is it?"
John and Hannah share a smile before he looks at their friends, "Her name is Charlotte Rose."
Roger moves to stand behind Freddie, peering over his shoulder to look at the baby in Hannah's arms.
"Charlotte Rose Deacon," Freddie says, testing it out, "It's perfect. Absolutely perfect."
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"Did it hurt?"
Alice is sitting on a chair by Hannah's bed while Rebecca is sitting on an uncomfortable couch that's pressed up against the wall, patiently waiting for her turn to hold Charlotte and Hannah looks up from her magazine with an expression that says did you really just ask me that?, "Yes."
The rest of the group have gone down to the canteen to get some tea and coffee but Rebecca didn't go with them because she wanted to hold Charlotte! But of course, Alice is hogging her.
"What? You hear about these women who say that it doesn't hurt," Alice defended, making Hannah shake her head.
"They're liars."
"She did it without any pain relief," John said proudly.
"Oh no," Rebecca shook her head, "Nope. I'd be needing everything."
"I have to run to the loo," Alice frowns and John swoops in immediately to take the baby from her so she can get up.
He shushes her before moving to stand in front of Rebecca and she eagerly sits up, holding out her arms for the baby, who he gently lowers into her arms.
"Hi, little one," she whispers, rocking her slowly, "Aren't you just the most beautiful baby?"
She's the perfect blend of Hannah and John; Hannah's same pouty lips but her nose? Yeah, that's all Deaky.
Her little face is scrunched up and her tiny hand has managed to escape the blanket, opening and closing as she looks for something to take hold of and Rebecca raises a hand so she can grab it.
And she almost starts crying but she won't. Because she knows that John will never let her live it down. Instead, she looks up at the new parents and gives them a watery smile.
"God, you guys. She's absolutely beautiful. She really is."
The two of them only smile and Hannah taps John on the arm.
Rebecca vaguely hears her asking him to help her to the bathroom so she can freshen up a little bit before Brian starts taking his photos and she only looks away from the baby in her arms when John says her name.
"Will you be okay here for a few?"
She nods, "Of course."
He grins at her and then goes back to helping his wife out of the bed and into the en-suite that's in their room and she looks down at the baby again.
"Love, you never told me what biscuit you wanted, so I got yo-" Roger stops when he comes back into the room to see her holding the baby.
He watches her quietly for a few minutes before she's meeting his gaze, gesturing with her head for him to come closer.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Rebecca whispered, looking at him when he doesn't answer and sees him looking at her almost in awe, "What?"
"Nothing," he mumbles, clearing his throat as he nods towards Charlotte, "Just can't help but notice how much that suits you."
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hope you all like the name i chose. i thought it sounded cute!