*Author's note*

Hey guys I know this isn't really THE chapter that everyone is dreading but I figure before I even do that, I need to give you guys SOME form of fluff so I sat down and thought to myself, in honor of Father's Day why not do a Father's day Rock Angel chapter. So in this chapter it's filled with NOTHING BUT PURE ROGER TAYLOR FLUFF! I hope you all enjoy this little update and until the next one, make sure you have tissues on hand. Now this takes place just before the wedding chapter so if you want to read it in that order you can. Now hope you all enjoy this chapter and until next time.

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*June 21st, 1984. Roger's POV*

I was sleeping peacefully in my bed. After getting in home late from doing some last minute adjustments to my second solo album Strange Frontier, I deserved to sleep till lunchtime. Well I did till I felt the little man come up and jump on my bed and crawl up to me.

"Daddy wake up." I felt him nudge my shoulder. I pretended to stay asleep even though I was completely aware of him. "Dad wake up!" he whined before pouncing on top of my back and crying out even louder "Dad! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! DAD!!!" I smiled into my pillow and rose up from my sleep which forced Felix to roll off me.

"What is it Felix?" I yawned out. "Didn't your mum tell you not to disturb daddy when he comes in late from work?"

"I know but I couldn't wait any longer to give you this." He then held up a handmade heart card. I brought it closer to my face so that I could read it better and it said in blue crayon.

To Daddy

From Felix

I opened the card up and there was a little poem. It read:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Guitars are cool

But not as cool as you

Happy Father's day to the best Daddy in the world!

Love Felix Taylor

I smiled and brought my little man close to me, gently ruffling his hair.

"Thanks pal. I love it."

"You do?" he asked me.

"Of course I do. I'll keep this close to me right down in the basement studio."

"I'm glad you liked it daddy. I worked hard on trying to find the right words to write." I smiled and ruffled his hair as I pressed my forehead to his, my nose grazing his.

"I know you did. You're just like your father like that."

"Well now that I see you managed to wake your father up, is it time for his breakfast in bed now?" Dominque's voice soon spoke up. She stood at the doorway with a tray of my favorite breakfast.

"Yes mummy bring in the breakfast. I helped cook it specially for you daddy."

"Did you now?" I asked. He nodded as Dominique came up to us and placed the tray of food down in front of me. It was all of my favorites, scrambled eggs, and bacon with a tall glass of orange juice.

"Mummy let me crack the eggs and even mash them up." I took a bite of the eggs first and moaned loudly.

"Well you're definitely hired as my new head chef Felix." I told him.

"Hey, hey no talking with your mouth full. I swear Rog you're always teaching him bad manners." Dominque scolded me.

"Oh come on it's my special day. Give me a break."

"Fine. Come on Felix let's leave your dad to his breakfast in bed."

"Awww!"

"Come on you." Dominque picked our son up and walked out but stopped and turned back towards me.

"Oh Rog I almost forgot, someone left you a present this morning on the front porch."

"The front porch?" she nodded.

"Once you're done with breakfast, it's on the dining room table." She then left the bedroom with our son leaving me to eat my breakfast alone.

After breakfast I brought the tray as well as my empty plates and cup down and right there was a small box wrapped up standing there on the table. I put my dishes up and tucked the tray back between the fridge and the cabinets and walked into the dining room and picked up the small box.

Attached to it was a tag that had my name on it but it didn't say who it was from. I untied the box and opened it up and inside it was a brand new watch. Not only that but it was the latest model, it had a nice black leather strap and the main watch itself was a nice silver color.

I looked back in the box and there I found a note tucked away inside. I took it out of the box and I read it to myself.

Roger,

I hope you like the new watch I bought you. You've said you've been needing a new one. On this day, I hope I can do something that I hadn't gotten to do in years.

While you're celebrating Father's day with little Felix, I've got a special surprise for you later tonight. Attached to the back of this letter is an address you'll need to go to before sunset tonight. As well as a couple places I want you to go to stop at first.

Hope this Father's day proves to be the best one you'll have.

Your lion cub,

I smiled as I shook my head. Oh that girl. She didn't have to get me anything, especially with her wedding in a few weeks. Yet she managed to take some of her own money and get me this expensive watch.

As she said on the back was an address to the main event tonight and just underneath that were two places I needed to go to later this afternoon. One of them was a tailor shop, and the other was the name of our favorite restaurant with directions on the reservations for 3.

"That lion cub of mine."

"What'd she send you?" Dominque soon came in. I showed her the new watch as well as the note. She smiled and said.

"She really does spoil you doesn't she?"

"Well, not as much as I do her. You should've seen me on her first birthday with us. Even though she wasn't our intern anymore I still wanted to make sure she had a good 19th birthday. Especially after I found out that she hadn't had a birthday since her parents died."

"It's unbelievable that after going what she went through that she's still the golden hearted woman she is. I mean she's good with Felix as well as Chrissie's and Ronnie's kids. And she keeps you guys in check when on tour or at the rehearsals." I nodded.

"I mean—there's no way that I would have enough strength to go through all that verbal abuse, not to mention dealing with a parent's death at that age and not come out differently. I probably would be the biggest arsehole in the world if I were in her shoes."

"Well you're not. So don't go trying to start becoming one." I saluted her and gave her a ma'am yes ma'am.

Later that day after getting a couple more gifts from Felix like some drawings and even a little acting performance of a play he wrote, it was just 20 minutes before the lunch reservations.

We all got around and I drove us downtown to the restaurant. When we got there I told the server that there was a reservation for 3 under the name Taylor. She looked over and soon found it and told us to follow her. We got a special table all the way in the back where we wouldn't be disturbed by any fans but had a nice outdoor view.

The lunch went really well and another little surprise was that when Dominique went to pay for the meal, our waiter told us that the lunch had been pre-paid. It was then I knew that it was another (Y/n) move.

I looked down at my new watch and found that it was close to the time where I needed to head to the tailor's shop.

"You guys go ahead and head on home, I need to make one last errand run before I need to head to my final destination." I told Dominque.

"Do you want the car for tonight? Felix and I can take a cabbie if you do."

"If you're sure you want to hail one down." She nodded and said.

"Take the car, besides who knows what traffic is like and they charge you even if you're in a parking lot."

"You're going again daddy?" Felix asked me looking up at me with those puppy dog eyes of his. I knelt down to his height and said.

"I'll just be around the town for a bit. I'll be back later tonight, I promise." I bopped his nose and his frown slowly turned upside down. "C'mere give me cuddles." He came up to me and we hugged each other and I gave him a kiss on top of his head. After separating from each other, I gave Nique a peck before heading back over to the car and drove to the tailor shop.

About 10 minutes later I arrived and parked right in front of the shop. I entered inside and standing behind the counter was a well-tailored man wearing glasses.

"Welcome to Kingsman tailor shop, how may I help you?"

"Yes I uhh—I'm here to pick up a suit. Under the name Taylor."

"Ahh yes, the young woman called us a few weeks ago about this order. It's all ready for you in change room 1." I nodded in thanks and went to the left into the first changing room.

Inside I saw a well-tailored blue suit. It was a dark blue colored which she knew I looked pretty good in. But it got me thinking just where the hell I was going to go that I needed to wear this fancy thing? I changed from my normal clothes into the tux (hopefully to make sure the measurements were good) and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't look too bad.

At least they got the measurements correctly. I stepped out into it and the clerk said to me.

"Looks smashing on you Mr. Taylor. She really did right by you this time."

"Yeah. Now do I have to pay for it or—"

"The young lady who called in about it already put in the down payment for the tux. It's all taken care of." Thought so.

"Thank you."

"Anytime sir, have a good rest of your day."

"You too, take care sir." I went back towards the car and decided that now would be the best time to go to the address that was written on the note. Taking it out of my jean pocket, I read over the address once more and soon I was on my way back to Leicester.

Later that night I soon arrived in Leicester right at the address where I was told to go to. When I arrived I saw before me a small little cabin building with lights and decorations already set up. I was also saw that there were crowd of people already pouring in, but what surprised me was that the crowd of people in there were father's with their kids (ranging between 6-10).

Okay this was—a little weird. I'm gonna look like some sort of creepy rotter for coming here and just waiting around watching all these dads dance with their kids.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." My heart paused. I turned around and standing there with a beautiful white dress with a red sash wrapped around the middle, and flowers decorating her hair was (Y/n). "Kinda silly I know. I look like a grownup Barbie doll dressed like this."

"You look beautiful." I said. I walked up to her and lifted her chin up so that she could look into my eyes. "Like a true Princess." She smiled then took my hand and led me away from the front of the building to the back.

Around back there was an outside dance floor and all the firelight decorations were placed all over the wooden railings decored with flowers or vines. I could see some of the father's with their daughters already slow dancing with each other.

"Every year my Primary school held a Father's Day dance. It was a special something the school did to help celebrate the fathers of the kids that come into their school. I remember my dad always taking the time out of work to come with me to these dances, helping me get ready, dolling me up in a pretty dress, dancing with me till the moon came up. After the car crash I—" she stopped and looked down sadly.

My brows furrowed in concern as I hugged (Y/n) close to me and just silently held her. I gently squeezed her comfortingly as she softly sniffled and let out the tears. God I can't imagine what this day meant for her after her father died.

At her age, she must've thought even though she lost her father maybe her uncle could be the positive male figure in her life. Only to find out he's a rancid old arse who belittled her for everything she did, criticizing her whenever she didn't succeed (even when she did. Just not to his standards). All the while still grieving over the lost of the only man who ever gave her love and affection.

Seeing and hearing everyone talk about how their father's were involved with their lives, or how much their dad loved them, it must've been Hell for her.

"I'm here lovie. I'm right here. Let it all out." She sniffled and patted my arm assuringly.

"I just wanna thank you, Roger Meddows Taylor. For being the father figure I needed in my life. Now more than ever." I released her from my hug and held her face in my hands, gently wiping away her tears.

"Of course love. I'm always gonna be there for you, no matter what. You may not be my child by blood, but I truly have come to see you as my own daughter. From the day you first gave me that 1 and 3/7th sugars." We both laughed softly.

"I still can't believe that that's just a joke you always do to the new interns." My grin grew wider as I continued to laugh softly.

"But it just showed me you were truly a caring person." I placed my hand against her cheek and she closed her eyes as she nuzzled against it. Her eyes, which were still slightly teary, glistened underneath the full moon and the stars.

"I—know we've got our Father-daughter dance for my wedding in just a few weeks. But, could you—join me for this Father's day dance?" I gently smiled at her and got down on one knee. I held her hand in mine and looked right up at her as I answered.

"It would be my honor." She smiled happily as I stood up and brought her close. We could hear the music from where we stood and as a slow ballad song began playing, I brought my baby girl close to me and the two of us gently swayed together.

The two of us danced underneath the moonlight and if someone were to see it, it'd be like seeing two silhouettes dancing in perfect harmony of each other. Whenever I would give her a gentle twirl, her dress would flow just like waves on the beach.

But what I enjoyed most was having her pressed close to me so that her head would rest on either my shoulder or chest, and I could press my nose to the crown of her head. This kind of intimacy was something I would never have with any other girl.

(Y/n) (l/n), soon to be (Y/n) Kline, was my daughter. No matter what anyone says. I view her as my daughter, and that's how it shall always be.

After the dance, the two of us took a midnight walk along the open fields of where the cabin club was. There was a large field of flowers along the rolling hills and there she had a small little picnic set up. Mostly with sandwiches and a bottle of wine.

Together we snacked on the sandwiches but mostly we drank the wine. When the bottle was nearly empty the two of us cuddled up close together along the hill, my jacket covering her up as she lay her head right over my heart. She had passed out just a few minutes ago and I stared down at her.

As gently as I could, I took the flowery headband off her head and gently stroked through her soft hair. I pressed a kiss to the crown of her head as I turned back up towards the sky. The stars sparkling down at us like billions of little spotlights.

But one star in particular shined bigger and brighter than the rest. I smiled tiredly up at it and softly said.

"You're welcome (F/n)." I lay my head right up against hers before falling fast asleep from the wine. All the while never once letting go of my little girl.

Yeah, she was definitely right. This would forever be the best Father's day I would ever know.