It was about 2:43AM when I woke up to an upsetting noise coming from the side of me, I had been hearing it in my sleep, I could feel it's hands tugging in fear onto me, soon I had to check.

Whimpering and husky breathing filled the room with sadness, and I rolled over to find Roger holding tightly onto me, as if he was having a bad dream. My eyes filled with pain as I saw tears run down his cheeks as he tightened his grip onto my forearm.

I nudged him gently, attempting to get him awake.

" Roger? " I whispered gently. I heard a quiet whimper shudder across the ceiling. I wiped a tear from his pale skin.

" Roger, Roger? Are You Alright? "

His eyes fluttered slowly as I put my hand around his neck. Rogers eyes were droopy, and his hair was a bit wet with tears. He loosened his grip from me and stared in embarrassment.

" Roger? " I repeated. " Are You Okay, Love? "

He shook his head quickly, more tears jerking out of his eyes.

" Oh, My Fairy King... " I said gently, brushing his hair out of his face. He started to hold on to me, and dug his face into my shoulder. He then started to whimper into my chest.

" What's Happened? What's Wrong? " I patted his back gently as he sobbed. He didn't reply, just shook his head. I took more hair out of his face.

" I - I - " he started over tears. " I - I Don't Kno -ow.. I'm J - Just..S..So Worr - Worried.. "

I smiled gently, holding him closer as his whimpering settled, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He pulled himself up to he was face to face with me. His lips trembled mournfully.

" It's Gonna Be Okay, Roger. " I said softly. " I Won't Let Anything Happen To You, Or This Band. "

" Promise? "

" Promise. "

He hugged tightly onto me. I could still feel him shuddering roughly against me like flint and steel being rubbed together.

I held him as close as I could to try and calm him down. He soon fell still, and I could hear soft breathing again.

I looked at his face just then, and his once teary eyes were closed. 

His once frowny mouth was now grinning gently.

 It made me have to clench my chest, because I got that funny feeling in my lungs when you are just so in love, that you can't help it. I grinned toothily like a fool at that point, like a girl when her crush compliments her.

I gave him a slow, gentle kiss, treasuring every moment I touched him. 

My warm lips turned his own cold lips warm, and I made sure he was completely safe before laying down myself, his hand holding mine. 

I was so comfortable, I felt I could never move. In a warm, safe bed with the man I love. 

What more could I ask for?