Roger woke up to no Brian in his bed, but the fresh smell of bacon in the air. Stretching, he sat up, still smiling as he was before he fell asleep. He could hear Brian's melodic singing echoing across the house over the sizzling pan he cooked over.

"  Let us cling together as the years go by..Oh my love, oh my love...in the dark of the night.. " Brian faintly sang from the bottom of the house.

Roger felt queasy inside, smiling weakly and having to clutch his heart to stop. He loved Brian's beautiful singing voice, especially in the morning when he needed it most. 

He got up from the bed, yawning and tucking his luxurious blonde hair behind him. He stopped for a while to admire Brian's hushed singing. Sighing in awe, he walked slowly up to the mirror, posing from all different angles, widening and wincing his eyes, smiling and frowning. He felt so lucky to be the person he was.

Quietly, Roger slipped down the stairs, following the magestic voice of his lover...it gave him an idea for a song almost..

The stairs creaked only slightly as he walked down the last step as he was met with the back of Brian. He smirked sweetly at the sight of his boyfriend, and tip - toed closer to him. Grinning, he put his arms quickly around his shoulders. Brian jumped in suprise.

" ROGER! " he gasped, laughing. He gave Roger a kiss on his cheek, and scruffed up his hair. Roger laughed as well and put his head on Brian's chest.

" Take A Seat, Darling. I've Made Breakfast. " smiled Brian, breaking away from him. He escorted Roger with his hands on his shoulders to the table, and added a flower to the glass vase separating the two sides of the table. Roger blushed as he sat down and watched Brian retreat back to the frying pan.

He then took the breakfast to the table, and they started to eat. " So, We Have Band Practice Today, Yes, Love? " asked Roger, almost finished with his. " Yep. " nodded Bri. He offered to take Rogers empty plate to the dishwasher so he could get dressed as Brian already had. " Thanks, Baby. " smirked Roger before heading upstairs.

Little did Roger Know that he was the only thing keeping Brian smiling. He had been arguing with Freddie for so long, soon it became almost like a job to shout and fight with him. When he saw that Roger had gone upstairs again, he leaned on the kitchen counter, plastering on a frown.

' Freddie's Gonna Fucking Break Our Relationship Up. " said Brian again and again in his mind. He was worried that he was going to upset Roger by shouting at the rest of the band so much. He thought Roger might not love him anymore.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by his husband - to - be's loving voice.

" I'm Done, Bri! Just Coming - Have You Fed Lexi? " he said, trotting downstairs and poking his head around the banister.

" Y - Yes, Love. " stuttered Brian, blinking as he watched Roger coming down the stairs in his turtle - neck jumper. He gathered his thoughts and put them aside before replying.  " You Look So Gorgeous In That... " he smirked. Roger blushed pleasantly, snogging Brian just beneath his eye.

" Quick, Before We Run Late. " said Roger, holding Brian's hands before him.

Brian dreaded this. 

He didn't want to go, he didn't want to be met with the face of the lead singer. He knew Freddie wasn't a bad person. He knew that very well - but he and Freddie just didn't click, as he thought.

" Bri? Bri Are You Okay? " suddenly said Roger at the sight of Brian's concerned face. " Y - Y - Yeah, Roggie..I Was..Just..Br..Brainstorming. " he splurged out. Roger suddenly smiled and stroked Brian's curly black hair. " All You Do Is Think, Brainy. " he giggled. Brian laughed a bit, too, and they headed to the door.

Opening the creaky door, They got into Brian's luxury red car, and headed off to the recording studio not so far away.