*Author's note*

Okay folks I posted this up on my tumblr so I needed to also post this up on here because today we celebrate ANOTHER Queen Birthday. I hope that whatever he's doing and that he's surrounded by his family and not being hounded or stalked by press or "fans" that our beloved Disco man John Richard Deacon has a wonderful 68th birthday. Happy Birthday John Deacon, I hope retirement is doing you good and that you are with your lovely wife and six Deacy ducklings celebrating a wonderful birthday :)

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August 19th, 1973. The most important day of the year to me. I woke up an hour before dawn, the usual time when Deacy would usually be up to spoil me with breakfast in bed as he normally does but today the roles are gonna be reversed, cause today is his birthday.

And I was going to be damned sure that this was going to be the best birthday he's ever had. As carefully as I could, I got out of our shared bed. I saw him stir in his sleep so I quickly put my pillow underneath his arm so he wouldn't wake up and he immediately nuzzled into my pillow moaning tiredly.

God he was so adorable my Deacy. I tucked some of the strands of his hair behind his ear so that it was out of his face and just admired him for about another minute before I tip-toed out of the room and into the kitchen.

I was down in the kitchen preparing him a special birthday omelet and of course his favorite Cheese on toast. As I was prepping breakfast the phone rang and I quickly answered it and whispered.

"Hello?"

'Good morning Mrs. Deacon.' I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Morning Fred. I'm surprised you're up this early."

'Well for our Deacy I'm willing to be up as early as I need to be. So, any juicy morning stories to share?'

"Why must your mind always be in the gutter you rotter? I swear you're as bad as Rog."

'Ohh don't pretend you two don't get down and do the deed first thing in the morning.' I groaned as Freddie laughed cheekily on the other end.

"First of all he's still sleeping, probably exhausted from the tour you all just got back from the other day. And second I'm not Mrs. Deacon."

'Yet.' I rolled my eyes and said.

"So did you get the room reserved for the party?"

'Yes my darling, Roger and I picked out all the decorations, Brian sent the invitations and Mary's agreed to help you prepare the food.'

"Excellent." I let out a sneeze and Freddie said.

'God bless you my darling.'

"Thanks." I then let out another sneeze and then another before he said.

'Goodness gracious darling, you're sneezing up a storm. You alright?'

"I'm fine just....dashing some pepper on Deacy's omelet and, guess some got in my nose." Only thing was that was a lie.

'Well stop putting too much pepper on it. You know how Deacy is around you if you even make what even resembles a cough.' Oh boy do I.

While I do love that boy to death, sometimes he is such a mother hen around me. If I even run a slight fever, he puts me in lockdown up in my room or the couch and won't let me leave the flat for a week.

"Okay I'll meet you guys later for lunch. 12 o'clock at the same restaurant where you guys met Reid."

'Will do darling, see you then.'

"Bye Fred."

'Bye darling.' I hung up the phone and went back to making the final preparations to my boyfriend of three years breakfast.

Once everything was prepared and I made him a glass of his favorite juice along with a birthday mimosa. I set the table and then I headed back to the bedroom. I slowly opened the door back up and saw Deacy still fast asleep on the bed, this time he was lying on his stomach.

I quietly walked up to him and once again tucked the strand of hair away from his face and I whispered.

"John. John Deacon~" he moaned tiredly. "Happy birthday," I softly sung out.

"To you." I heard him tiredly moan. I softly giggled.

"It's your birthday, birthday boy." He slowly opened his eyes and soon I was staring down at those beautiful blue/green eyes of his. He smiled tiredly up at me and moaned as he stretched himself out.

"Morning love."

"Good morning birthday boy." I cooed. He sighed tiredly and rolled onto his back exposing his shirtless upper body to me.

"Do I get my birthday kisses?" I hummed and leaned toward him pressing my forehead against his and poked his nose with mine.

"I don't know....."

"Hey you can't deny the birthday boy his kisses." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back down onto the bed so that I was now on my back and he was hovering over me. I cupped the side of his face and I said.

"So how many kisses is it this year?"

"22." I smiled and leaned up and gave him his first birthday kiss. I gave him pecks, passionate, or soft kisses mostly on his lips or around his face. When I gave him his last one I said.

"Okay, that's 22."

"No it wasn't." he teased.

"Yes it was." I laughed.

"No it wasn't." he grinned.

"Yes it was you goober."

"Alright well can't I at least have an extra one?" I debated as he continued, "C'mon it's my birthday."

"Come here." I said as I wrapped my hand around his neck and we kissed each other one last time. I felt him kiss down my neck and I smiled softly. "Deacy, wait. I made you breakfast."

"It can wait."

"No it can't."

"Yes it can, because I've got my real meal right here." I squeaked as I felt him gently bite my earlobe. I giggled and pulled him away and said.

"Deacy c'mon. I slaved away, I even woke up a whole hour early than you normally do just to secretly prepare you breakfast." He leaned his forehead against my shoulder and I heard him mutter.

"Okay. Only because my cranky love woke up than she normally does." He pecked my shoulder before finally getting up out of bed and he pulled me up.

I wrapped my arms around him as we walked out of the bedroom and we walked towards the kitchen, and the second he saw the breakfast arrangement, he was amazed.

"Ohh love you—you did all this?"

"Well you do it all the time on mine, figured I'd do the same thing for yours."

"Thank you darling."

"Anytime, now dig in." we sat down at the table and he immediately went for the cheese on toast first. As he continued on eating, I couldn't help but feel a slight pounding in my head, maybe I was getting a slight headache or maybe I was hungry myself. I stood up and headed over for the kitchen.

"You okay love?"

"Yeah just...needed some water is all." I took a water bottle out from the fridge and took a sip from it. After swallowing it down, I felt Deacy's arms wrap around me and he turned me around to face him. He cupped my face before moving his right hand over my forehead.

"Hmm, you feel a bit warm love."

"Well what do you expect from someone who was near a hit stove oven for over an hour preparing an omelet." I said. "Don't worry love I'm fine."

"You sure?" he asked, his eyes filled with nothing but concern. I nodded and pecked his cheek and told him of the lunch plans the guys and I had set up for him. So for the rest of the morning till then we—well you know.

When noon came around, we met the guys at the restaurant and that's when Roger proclaimed.

"And there's the man of the hour now! Bout time the two of you showed up."

"They probably got a little tied up with something else." Freddie teased which made the two of us blush before Brian spoke out.

"Alright enough you two dirty boys. Stop teasing them. We're glad you both could make it, and happy birthday Deacy."

"Thank you Brian." Said Deacy. We took a seat at our table outside and of course with Queen being as popular as they are with 2 hit albums out, of course we had to deal with the occasional fan coming up wanting an autograph or even casual chit-chat, inserting themselves into our conversations.

Which honestly irritated me, especially when some would try to flirt with my Deacy, even when our hands were physically out and hold each other, some of the girls still tried to weasel themselves in, that was until I told them to back off in my best passive-aggressive tone but giving them death-threats with my eyes.

Deacy being the caring soul that he is, rubbed my back telling me to calm down and to just ignore them because he knew who his real girlfriend is, and he wouldn't let anyone come between us.

Once lunch was over and everyone except Deacy (at my decree) paid for the food, I suddenly felt this dizziness come over me as I stood up.

"(Y/n)!" Deacy cried out alarmed. The lads gathered around me and Brian asked me.

"(Y/n) are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm—I'm fine." I let out a slight cough and rog stated.

"You look a bit flustered (n/n)."

"He is right darling." Freddie added.

"Love are you sure you're okay? Are you getting sick?"

"No! No I'm....I'm probably just a little hot from this heat. Probably stood up too fast, maybe didn't get enough water in my system."

"Here take a sip of some of mine." Deacy said as he held up his remaining half cup of water. I took a sip of it through the straw and felt a bit better. "Better?"

"Mm-hmm, thanks love." I nodded and smiled at him lovingly.

"You sure you're okay?" asked Brian.

"Yes, now c'mon let's get out of here before we cause an even bigger scene than we already have." As we walked out of the restaurant Deacy kept close by me still looking worriedly. "I'm fine Deacy, really." He nodded and kissed my temple while wrapping his arm around me.

As the afternoon went on, the boys were now distracting Deacy with a guys day out while Mary and I were at the warehouse preparing the dishes in the makeshift kitchen on the other side of the main ballroom.

"And you're sure he doesn't suspect a thing?" I asked.

"Not a single clue." She assured me. I suddenly felt a pounding headache come up on me.

Goddamnit please don't tell me I'm getting sick. I mean the sneezing, the dizziness were one thing but now this pounding headache that's been happening for the past hour now and still won't go away. I can't be sick! Not on Deacy's special day!

"(Y/n) are you okay?"

"Yes! God why does everyone keep asking me that!?" she looked at me shocked. I calmed down and said, "I'm sorry Mary, I—I didn't mean....."

"It's okay (y/n). Just let me check something," she took off the rubber gloves and placed her hand to my forehead and she said. "You do feel warm. Maybe you should go home and rest up."

"No Mary I cannot be sick! This is Deacy's special day, I want to ensure that this birthday is special to him. After this....he'll be having big blow-out birthdays once Queen really hits the big time and the record company's just gonna do it just to do it. This could be my last chance of having a well-planned, thoughtful birthday by me and everyone that really loves and appreciates Deacy."

"But is it worth getting sick over? I'm sure Deacy would understand. He'd rather see you healthy than drag yourself into the ground making yourself sicker."

"Alright, if it makes everyone feel better. I'll—try to step out of the way once the party kicks up and find a place to rest."

"Good, now let me remake your half of the food, you can stand and watch and coach me through it since it is your mum's recipe but don't come near it. We don't need anyone else getting sick."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I muttered.

"Uhh Ms. (l/n) I'm here from Francois' bakery here to deliver the cake you had ordered." A young man around his late teens came in.

"Yes, yes bring it on in here." He came in with the box and set it down on the table and I went up to open the box, only to reveal that this wasn't the cake I ordered.

The cake I had for John was a dark chocolate cake with the design of a bass guitar and the inscription of HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHNNY D. on it. This cake was vanilla and flower designs on it, hell it didn't even have John's name on it. It didn't have anything on it.

"This isn't the cake I ordered." I said to him.

"But you had signed off on it when you placed in the order."

"Well this still isn't the cake I ordered. I ordered a dark chocolate, do you hear me dark. Chocolate cake. Does this look anything like chocolate to you!?"

"Look Miss I'm sorry I'm just the delivery boy I-I-I-I was just told to take this cake to this address."

"Well take it back because this isn't the goddamn cake I ordered! In fact I'm calling the bakery right now, this is bullshit!"

"(Y/n), wait just calm down....."

"No Mary this wasn't the cake I had placed. If I pay 32.50 for a cake then they better send me the right one!" I went over to the phone located in the back and dialed the bakery.

But of course the line was busy at this point so I growled and slammed my head into the wall as I let out a series of coughs and collapsed to my knees.

"(Y/n)?" oh god please don't let that be him. I looked up to see John kneeling beside me and I groaned.

"Why did you come here?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about what happened after lunch. I had to see if you were really okay."

"We're sorry love but he refused to move if we didn't take him here." I heard Freddie proclaim from the 'drive through' window.

"And it would seem that my suspicions of you being sick are confirmed. Especially after getting Mary's diagnoses. Love why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?" I whined out a groan and said.

"Because I wanted this birthday to be special for you. Before the glam of fame takes that away from me. Soon you'll be going to parties and bigger parties will be made for you. I—I wanted to give you some normalcy before that, and this could be my last chance." He pulled me close to his chest and said.

"Let's get you home and into bed." Finally without arguments I nodded and Deacy helped me standup and we left the warehouse and drove home.

I was currently in bed with the blankets up all the way up to my chin as I now began to feel the fever now. A wet washcloth was across my forehead and it was then Deacy came in with some warm soup in his hands.

"Here we are love."

"Thanks baby." I croaked out. He then began feeding me the soup and I couldn't help but moan softly.

"Best birthday ever." He plainly said as he dipped the spoon back into the bowl. I took another sip of it and said.

"But—we didn't even have the party? And now you're taking care of me, when I should be the one taking care of you."

"Love I never needed a party to celebrate my birthday. I don't need hundreds of strangers coming up to me telling me happy birthday. And I've already spent seven months with those stubborn mules on the road, so the best birthday I could ever spend is here with you. Having a night in."

I smiled softly and after a few more sips of soul, he sat that aside on the counter on his side before laying down close to me. He didn't take his eyes off of me as he stroked my chin with his thumb.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too Deacy. Sorry you have to take care of a sick girl on your birthday."

"Don't worry about it. So long as that sick girl's you, I don't care how I spend it. Like I said, all I need is you by my side. And it's already a good birthday." He then kissed my lips.

"No! You're not allowed to kiss me while I'm sick."

"Oh I'm not, aren't I? When did this start?"

"It's always been that way."

"Well I intend on breaking that rule and kissing you infinity times ten." I groaned as he chuckled and got under the blanket with me.

"You know you'll just end up getting sick, right?"

"Then it's a good thing I've got my personal doctor to help me feel better." He lovingly pecked my nose and rested my head over his heart. "Besides this can count as my birthday present."

"You are such a dork John Deacon."

"But I'm your dork." He grinned, his eyes wrinkling up in that adorable way. I nuzzled into his exposed chest as I felt him run his fingers through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. "That's it love, go to sleep. I'll be here to take care of you when you wake up." I nodded tiredly and closed my eyes to Deacy's gently stroking, the sound of his heartbeat and even hear him softly hum my favorite Beatles song, the very song he and I first slow-danced to on our first date our last year of high school.