Authors note:  Hello beautiful humans, it is I. No, I'm not dead, even though some may have thought due to my lack of writing recently but I do have my reasons. A few days ago, I was admitted for emergency surgery to remove my appendix so the morphine, green whistle, endone and all other things I have been given the last few days have pretty much turned me into a carrot. This and absence of all creativity. I hope you like this chapter as it was pretty fun to write (half of it was morphine induced, but I digress) and I look forward to hearing your feedback. Ace out!

"For just one day can the neighbours' rooster not ruin my life? I don't understand why that obnoxious bird thinks he can improve the morning by screaming repeatedly. I get it, it's your job, but damn." I basically yelled, angry that my sleep-in had been ruined.

"Oh my god Lucy shut up!" Vivienne thundered from the guest bedroom, probably awoken by me. As usual, Roger didn't move to any sound, tangled in the many layers of blankets I insisted on having as Roger Taylor getting the man flu is the literal worst thing I have ever endured. I slowly sat up, looking around for something to wear. The muscles in my thighs felt raw and tender but the rest of me felt completely at ease. I looked down at my stomach, noticing the stretch marks forming like white, thick veins.

"If you're gonna destroy my body like this, you better love me when you get out." I whispered to my bump, feeling Roger move behind me.

"I'd destroy that body every night if I could." He joked, kissing my back slowly.

"Goddamn it you two!" Vivienne yelled, stomping past our bedroom to the bathroom.

"What are they doing this time?"

"Verbal fucking."

"Ah. Nice." The easily recognisable voice of Brian May echoed, causing Roger to quickly get his naked self back under the covers. I turned around on my knees, laughing at Roger desperately covering himself.

"Aww, is Roggie scared that Brian's gonna see his wittle Weiner?" I teased, getting up and going to the en suite to grab my fluffy purple dressing gown.

"Hey! I'm not little."

"Fine. You're fun sized. Healthy, even. But you ain't the biggest I've seen in the Emergency department."

I tied my robe and slipped out the door, hearing Roger murmur "bitch" behind me. The house was full of sunlight and peaceful, except for Brian and Vivienne chatting away downstairs. The smell of eggnog, the slight frosty feeling of stone flooring on bare feet and snow lazily drifting downwards, it was finally Christmas Day.

The staircase, squeaking under my feet, announced my arrival into the lounge room. Inside, the string bean of a man sat cross-legged on the floor, staring out the window.

"Not a Christmas has gone by since I was 15 that I haven't woken up to you in my house." I laughed, joining him. In blue jeans and a Christmas sweater, Brian watched me ungracefully sit myself down, helping with a hand on my back.

"And there wasn't a Christmas before that when you didn't deserve it. Merry Christmas, sweetheart." He leaned over and kissed the top of my head, leaving me to suffocate in the mass of hair that followed him everywhere.

"You too." I whispered, resting my head on his upper arm. I let myself cry a little, wiping under my eyes with the side of my hand.

"What's wrong, Lucy?"

"I'm just lucky to have you." I whispered, crying slightly harder until he pulled me in for a hug.

"Don't worry Mr May, she'll be back to her normal pain in the ass self in no time. It's pregnancy hormones." Vivienne commented, coming in from the kitchen.

A flash from behind us made me jolt, turning around to see Roger in blue flannelette pyjama bottoms, a camera to his eye. He grinned, putting it down on the couch.

"It looked great and I wanted you to remember it." His voice was soft and quiet.

"Thanks little Dick." Vivienne called.

"I don't have a small penis!" He half-yelled, making his was over to me and sitting down, resting his head on my legs. I had everything I needed and more.