POV Roger.

Finally on September 1st. We left Los Angeles early. We will be coming to London overnight. I miss my children and my angel. Yasmine conquered me completely. Still return to be together.

Most of the trip Freddie said to me:

- Dear Rog, you have to show the tattoo Yasmin you did. She needs to see.

- No Freddie, not now. - I sighed. - For the time being she should not know. I show her just the day I fully recover memory.

- It's amazing that even you do not remember that she's your wife you're in love with her. This is amazing. Deep in your heart my friend feeling never changed. - Freddie smiled reading a magazine at my side.

- I'm in love with her again, Freddie. - smile. - She is the most beautiful of all women in the world.

It had been seven hours of flight. We're still in the middle of the trip. Long trips leave me angry. I got up from the bench and went to get a drink with the flight attendant. I asked for a vodka. I want something strong. I took two doses of vodka and then picked up a magazine and started reading.

When we arrived in London it was after ten o'clock at night. I took a taxi and went straight to the mansion. When I got home, Yasmine was in Michelle's room making our daughter sleep. Ryan was already asleep. After Yasmine finished making our daughter sleep I kissed the head of Michelle in tears. How many miss my little princess. I went to Ryan's room and also his smiling head. My little prince. Finally Yasmine looked at me and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. I pulled her by the arm and held her close.

- How many miss you, Yasmine.

At that moment she hugged me back and I kissed her face.

- How are you angel? - I asked.

- Working hard in the magazine. - she said. - Rog, I know you're tired. Do the following: take a shower and I'll heat up food for dinner you ok? You must be hungry, right?

- Yes, I'm hungry. Food aircraft is not up to much, if not uncomfortable for you.

- Incomodo some. Take a bath and relax while warm it dinner. - She smiled amiably.

That gorgeous smile. My God. I need to have this woman in my arms.

I took a bath and relaxed. I'm tired of the trip. I changed my clothes and went to the kitchen. Yasmine was finishing making a pineapple juice with mint.

- You can pick up the food. It's all hot. - She said taking the blender juice and put in a jar.

I took the food and put on the plate. I am starving. I sat down and said:

- Have you dined, Yasmine?

- Yes, I've had dinner, but I will keep you company. - She said, putting a glass of juice for me and one for her.

- Your food, wow, is the best, Yasmine. - I said. - Do you have fairy hands for cooking. I ate in many good restaurants in Los Angeles, but there is no food in the world like her.

She said nothing. Just smiled.

I kept dining and commented to her about the first month of the new album recordings. He said the boys and I visited Jackson's mansion, Freddie and he wrote and composed three songs. She was amazed.

- My dream is to meet Michael Jackson. - She said taking the juice.

- One day you'll meet. - I smiled at her. - And our children to have behaved?

- Each day smarter, intelligent and messy. - she smiled. - They really miss you.

- And I'm sorry to miss them, it hurts. The next month they complete three years. - I said. - We will make their birthday party, as we always have.

- I see you're looking better. Los Angeles has done very well to you. After he was forty days in the hospital, he was downcast, weak, but has recovered and I'm very happy.

- Thank you. Actually the weather in Los Angeles, recording the new album has done me good. But I really miss London and especially Surrey. We miss our children and you. - I said.

She looked at me with surprise her beautiful eyes color mesmerizing honey. His full lips threatened to say something, but nothing came out. She just lowered his head.

I took a little more food as she took the silence juice. Shortly afterwards he said:

- Today is Monday. I bet the rest of the week will have a lot of work in the magazine.

- Yes, in fact, every day a lot of work in the magazine. - she said. - It's a little stressful, but it is my job and I love being a journalist.

- Sorry to tell you, .but I hate the media, are always talking about the Queen and its members. - Said dining. - I do not mean that you are a journalist of such matter. I know how competent. The boys showed me some of his articles published recently and older. Congratulations. It is an excellent professional.

- Thanks, Rog. - she answered.

- Has been dating someone? - I asked with a little jealous, but needed to know about.

-. I am not alone, just dedicating myself to my work and to our children. - she answered.

- But suitors is not lacking. - I said looking at her.

- You may have a million suitors, but want to be alone at the time, Roger. - She said looking at me wistfully. - And you got a woman in Los Angeles? I bet it was, after all, you are very beautiful, women have always been at his feet.

I looked at her and said,

֪- Deceit yours. I was not with any woman. If you want to ask Vick, will affirm what I'm saying. I met beautiful women, but none compares to you.

Yasmin was embarrassed and said nothing. I finished dinner and took the juice. She started to wash the dishes, but the stop.

- Let me wash. - I said.

I washed the silverware, glasses and dishes that soiled them. After washing, I wiped her hands on a dish towel. She was in the kitchen, watching me. I approached her and said:

- Thank you for dinner. It was delicious, divine, wonderful.

She looks at me with her beautiful eyes in silence. I fondly on her face and kiss her forehead.

- You're an angel, you have the face of a princess. I'm delighted for you, you bewitched me. Good night my beautiful angel.

I kissed her face very close to his lips. She smiled beautifully for me.

- Good night Rog. Rests quite the trip.

She kissed my cheek affectionately and went upstairs.

I grinned.

Yasmin POV.

Seeing Rog again in front of me my emotions go racing. He has called me angel, princess. Will gradually he is remembering me? I do not want to create great expectations, but I notice the sweet way he looks at me. Still I have to act cautiously.

The week goes fast, I work with many in the magazine. Roger is with our children during the day, sometimes solves anything. I often see the night. Every night we had dinner together and feed our children. I called Vick and she confirmed that Roger really was not with a woman in Los Angeles. I smiled.

Arrives Friday. Five of September. Birthday thirty-seven years of Freddie. It will be held in a large ballroom in London. As always Freddie invited many people. This time he invited five hundred guests. I was finishing dressing up. Roger insisted that I go with him to the anniversary, that we were together. I relented. I decided to accept.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm a white dress strapless that goes to the knee. Above the dress's lace, giving a more angelic touch, but the dress brand very well my curves. I smile. I put a silver sandal feet. In the hand and foot are red glazes. End to make a light eye makeup. On my lips, red lipstick. My hair long wavy black is loose. I spent a silver shadow over the eyelid. I admit that tonight I want to provoke with this dress, but also at the same time show an angelic air. Roger did not say that I am your angel? So I hope he likes my look. Step perfume that Roger always liked. Who knows with the perfume he remember me. I caught my silver handbag that contains documents and leave the room. Roger is already in the living room waiting for me. By the time I walk down the stairs he looks at me with a passionate look silly. He is awestruck to speak the truth. Roger is wearing a dark blue jeans pulled up, all star black feet and a black tight T-shirt. He's all black, contrasting with her blond hair. Roger cut a little hair and painted. It's too beautiful.

Julia looked at me and said:

- Wow, Miss Yasmin. You are so beautiful. An angel, princess and femme fatale, all mixed.

- Thank you for the compliments, Julia. - I smiled at her.

Roger came to me smiling kissing my hands.

- You are very beautiful, stunning. It is the feeling of the party. Want to tease me, angel? You already got it. I am at your feet.

I smiled embarrassed and said:

- You are also very beautiful, Rog. Too beautiful.

He smiled back and kissed my cheek. He took his wallet, document and the car key.

- Julia, we'll be back around four in the morning. - Roger said.

- Go quiet. Enjoy the feast of Freddie. - Julia smiled.

Roger and I kiss our children. It was around nine-thirty. Julia will put them to sleep.

Julia was with Ryan and Michelle.

Roger and I went toward the garage. We went into his Aston Martin V8 Vantage black 1983.

He sat in the driver's seat and I passenger. I confess I'm a little afraid of riding in a car with Roger after his accident.

He quickly pulled the car from the garage and he accelerated the vehicle background. Still in Surrey when he quickened more I held the seat belt or the seat. He had not noticed. When we took the highway I was tense. Roger said:

- What was Yasmine? - I realize that is tense. - You're feeling something my angel? - He said looking at me quickly and speeding over the vehicle. Roger does not learn. He was running on the highway. I was already up speed.

- Rog, please go more slowly with the car. - I said.

- Yasmine, I'm 160 nearly 170 km / h. I'm not so fast. - he said.

- Of course it is, Rog. - I said. - You flipped the Range Rover to 180 km / h.

- Do not trust me driving? - He said upset.

- Rog I am confident, but I was a little frightened by his accident. Please go slower for me. - I begged.

I really was too scared. I do not know if the fact that Roger had been in an induced coma affected somehow their way of driving, reflexes these things. It lowers the speed to 130 km / h. Sometimes he began to increase the speed and immediately asked him to decline. He rolled his eyes and turned on the car stereo. Shortly after he took my right hand and raised it to his lips kissing and smiled.

- Your scent is intoxicating. - He smiled at me.

Half an hour later he parked his Aston Martin singing tire in the large parking lot. He opened the car door for me quickly and thanked the gesture gentleman.

The party had already begun. There was plenty of food and drink. I asked Roger not drink much at all that he will drive in the back. At the beginning of the feast he drank too much, then he stopped. And he started smoking too. He was a little drunk, a little crazy, but then began to take soda. I'm glad you're leaving at dawn. I was talking to the girls, we laughed a lot. I ate and drank fairly. I had already spoken to Freddie, the big birthday. Roger was talking to the guys.

After some time approaching the young singer Joe Elliott of the band Def Leppard. He greets the girls and me and said:

- Yasmin, can we dance a little?

I'm alone at the time and wanted to be polite, so I accepted.

Joe smiled at me. He's beautiful. It has straight blonde hair to the shoulder (in fact his hair was black, but over time he changed his hair color, I do not understand these Rock Stars, want to be blonde now?), Green eyes. It has its charm and beauty. The difference is that Joe is younger than me ten years. He's twenty-four.

- You are very beautiful, Yasmin. - Joe smiled at me.

I smiled back.

- Thanks for the compliment, Joe.

- I heard that Roger and you are separated. It is true?

- Yes Joe, Roger and I are separated, but still share the same roof because of our children. - I replied.

To tell the truth or I know why Roger and I shared the same time. I look for a house to rent and stay with our children. While Roger does not remember me there's no point in me staying at the same roof as him.

- I'm sorry, Yasmin. You were a beautiful couple.

- Roger and I said as we're friends now. - smile.

He grinned and said,

- It seems that you are a mother of two and has thirty-four years. You seem to have about ten years younger. It's too beautiful.

Heaven. He's flirting with me. And your eyes are beautiful too. Should I respond? For a moment I thought of Roger, but what if he never remember me? I have to move on.

I smiled back at him and said:

- Your kindness.

At that moment I look at Freddie, Brian, Roger and John who are talking. In fact they are looking at me with Joe. They are serious, especially Roger. Hell.

I danced usually with Joe, he clasped my waist for a moment and I was surprised.

- I'm bewitched by you. - Joe said, and tried to kiss me.

I turned my face and said:

- Excuse me, Joe, but I can not.

I pulled away from him. At this time eye toward the bar and Roger is with a glass of drink in hand, glaring at me with his eyes. Shit. He was drinking.

Will toward Roger.

- Rog, please stop drinking. I do not want to carry any drunk back home. - I said.

- I'll leave alone. - He said angrily turning a glass of vodka and another asking the bartender.

- Barman he will not drink more. - I said.

- Yes, I will. - He challenged me.

- WILL NOT! - I screamed.

- If you do not want to go with the drunk here, go home with Joe. - He said bitterly.

- Roger, stop it. Why are you acting like this?

- I'M JEALOUS. NOT REALIZED? JOE flirted with YOU ALL THE TIME AND THE WAY YOU LIKED. - Roger shouted.

- Joe is very new to me. It is beautiful, but is ten years younger than me. What's more, there is no reason for you to be jealous of me. We are free, you forgot? You do not remember me, even - he said defensively.

Roger put his arm around my waist and said:

- That Yasmin fuck, you do not realize how much I'm in love with you again? I want to stay with you? You make me Crazy. This very moment, I see that dress I've been wanting to grab it and do other things.

Roger looked at me with desire for the first time since he left the hospital.

- Just stay with you on the day you remember me again, okay? Remember everything. And no more drinking. - I said removing the glass of vodka. - And I do not come home with Joe Elliott. I return with you. I came with you.

He looked at me seriously and desire. I pulled his arm taking the bar. The men passed by me and whistled and said things like, Damn girl, beautiful, princess.

Roger was even more angry.

- Fuck, I'm willing to punch these guys. - He said angrily wanting to light a cigarette, but the stop too.

- Do not smoke, not now. - I said.

- What Yasmine drug, you do not let drink nor smoke, what is your huh?

I took the pack of cigarettes and put it in the pocket of his pants. The hugged him. I needed to calm him down. Embraces it was so good. He hugged me back smelling my neck and stroking on my waist.

- Heavens, Yasmine, that divine perfume.

I looked at Roger and his lips.

- Is more calm? - I asked.

- No, these men are eating you with his eyes, also with this purely sexy dress. You are one mulherão, my angel. - Roger said.

I did affection in her hair and he smiled at me. I approached my face to his. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to mine carefully.

We started kissing. At first the kiss was calm, showing affection, then became overwhelming, full of longing, anguish. My God what was going on? As we kissed, tears fell on the beautiful face of Roger. He stopped kissing me and hugged me tight and leaned his head on my shoulder. I caress her hair.

- What happened Rog? - I asked.

He looked at me and gave me a peck full of love and said with tears in her eyes.

- I remembered you, my princess. With your kiss, I remembered everything. We are separated thanks to the damn article, the fault of Louis and Henry Hosten. I remember that on the day of the accident I was going after Henry and would take away everything clean with it. But driving very fast down the highway, I went to make a turn right, but, as it was very fast lost control of the direction and rolled over with the car five times. Yasmine my life, got married on February 14, 1980. You are the love of my life.

My eyes filled with tears. Roger began to speak many other things about us that only we knew. He remembered me.

I held her close and kissed him on the lips with love.

POV Roger.

With the touch of Yasmine's lips began to remind me of all that I have lived with her when we met, our childhood, adolescence, youth, courtship, marriage. He spent a film in my thoughts. Now we have to stay together. It has to be mine again.

We kissed us more willing and finally exchanged pecks on the lips. I asked her:

- Stay with me again, for God's sake?

I knelt down to her, totally slave of her love.