Taylor Deacon gave birth to Robert Brian Deacon in June 1979, after nine healthy months of pregnancy.

One day, John and Taylor invited Roger, Brian and Freddie for lunch, wanting to spend some time all together. While in the kitchen, gathering everything they would need for dessert, Taylor felt her legs becoming suddenly wet, and her muscles started to contract. She yelled, causing the boys to run to the kitchen, wanting to help her. Seeing that her water broke, they immediately reacted and took Brian's car to go to the hospital. While Brian was driving, panicking a bit, though he knew what it felt like, being a new dad, John and Roger were holding Taylor's hands, trying to comfort her and encourage her by saying her sweet words. John kept telling her how much he loved her and that she was strong, and Roger was repeating that she was Superwoman, that everything would be alright once Robert would be born.

They finally arrived at the hospital and John carried Taylor inside. Freddie ran to the reception to alert them that a woman was about to give birth. She pressed a button and some doctors arrived with a bed, enabling John to put his wife down. As Freddie, Roger and Brian did not have the right to attend the birth, they followed the bed to wait outside the delivery room, whiel John was tightly holding Taylor's hand, reminding her to breathe and not to push yet.

“But John, this hurts like mad!” she cried. “I'm fucking dying! Robert is going to rip off my stomach!”

Taylor wanted only one thing: to end the delivery. She wanted to hold her son in her arms, she wanted to kiss and take care of him, but the step in between was purely unbearable.

Once in the delivery room, the nurses and the midwife plugged her to a machine, so they would make sure they would keep an eye on her and not lose her. A midwife made her sit up and gave her the epidural. John sat beside her, holding her hand and kissing her hair. When the time to push eventually came, he felt nauseous. His face was as white as the sheets of the hospital.

“Mr. Deacon” the midwife said, “if you don't feel right, feel free to go out and refresh yourself. We understant it's something you're not used to, especially when it's your first child.”

“I don't want to leave her” he said in a weak voice.

“Darling” Taylor managed to say between two pushes, “you can go, dear. Go with Bri, Rog and Freddie. You'll feel better than here.”

“But what if Robert comes?”

“We'll call you, sir” a doctor said.

John finally nodded and kissed Taylor's hand before going to the corridor. He took a deep breath, and saw his three bandmates nervously sitting on a line of chairs. He walked up to them, and Roger looked up, with the most worried expression he had ever seen.

“Is there something wrong with the baby?”

“No, I'm... I feel sick.”

“Oh. Come and sit with us, then.”

John nodded and took a deep breath, walking up to his friends. Brian sat one seat after, enabling the future father to sit among them. Brian wrapped an arm around his shoulders and patted his arm.

“Would you like somethink to drink or eat?”

“No, I think it's going to be alright.”

He sighed and buried his face in his hand, nervously tapping his foot on the floor. Freddie rested a reassuring hand on his knee, winking at him.

“Hey” he whispered, “you look like you've just been dug up! Come on, cheer up! You're going to be the lovely father of a lovely boy!”

“I only hope she doesn't suffer too much...”

“It isn't easy for women, you know?” Brian smiled. “I know Chrissie had to go through a lot to have Jimmy. I think they all deserve a fucking medal for that.”

“Sometimes, I'm glad I'm a man” Roger sighed.

John chuckled and tried to calm himself. Though he asked for nothing, Roger stood up and went to a coffee machine, pressing the button for a lemon tea. When he got the beverage, he brought it to John, before offering one to Freddie and Brian as well. They thanked him and they waited for minutes and minutes. It seemed to be an eternity.

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Taylor was covered with sweat, with a horrible headache due to her hard pushes. Her face was all red and drenched with tears, as Robert was not out yet. The epidural did not seem to be very effective, as she felt like the baby was about to rip off her stomach. A midwife shook her head and looked at her.

“Mrs Deacon, I'm afraid we need to do a C-section.”

“WHAT? NO! I want to give birth naturally! If it threatens my life, then, yes, we'll have a C-section, but right now, I don't feel like I'm dying, so, let's go on!”

“Are you sure?”

“DEAD SERIOUS, COME ON!”

The midwife giggled and Taylor kept pushing, and pushing, and pushing, feeling her pulse in her temples. It was incredibly hard, but she had to do that. For Robert.

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John was beginning to fall asleep, his head pressed against the blue wall behind him. Roger had his legs stretched far before him, almost touching Freddie's. Brian was resting his elbows on his knees, holding his head with his thin hands. Taylor had been in the delivery room for more than two hours, and they still did not have any news from her. Before the boys, there was a pile of empty plastic cups.

Suddenly, the heavy doors of the delivery room flew wide open, and a midwife appeared, her dirty gloves in her hand.

“Mr. Deacon? Who is Mr. Deacon?”

Roger was the first to react. He nudged John in the ribs and lifted his chin to show him the midwife looking for him. John jumped on his feet, suddenly pale, as the midwife had no expression at all on her face. He got closer to her, while his three friends stood up, keeping their ears open.

The midwife sighed and opened her arms, before letting them fall immediately. John's heart was beating madly inside his chest. Something was wrong.

She cleared her throat.

“Mr. Deacon, you are now the father of a little Robert!”

John's heart leapt in his chest and he shouted happily, raising his arms and crying in victory. Behind him, his three friends applauded and cheered, and even some strangers did, touched that another man became a father.

The midwife laughed and scratched her cheek.

“It's been hard, your wife refused to have a C-section, and it actually worked without it. She's exhausted, but you have a cute little boy. She would like to know if you would like to cut the ombilical cord or not.”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Follow me.”

“See you later, guys!”

Freddie, Roger and Brian smiled at him widely, nodding. They sat back on their chairs and made themselves comfortable, impatient to meet the baby.

John followed the midwife to the delivery room, where he found a crying and sweaty Taylor holding a tiny human in her arms, stroking his cheek. She turned her head and saw him; her lips stretched into a broad grin, as she sniffed loudly.

“Come here, darling.”

He felt the tears coming to his eyes as he got closer and closer to his son. He tenderly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple, and finally laid his eyes on the baby. Robert was so small, and the few hair he had on his head was all black. He was all wrinkly, like all the newborns, and he had his eyes closed. Obviously, it was hard to tell who he looked like. John never understood how could some people know that babies looked like their uncles, aunts, and other relatives, when actually, they practically looked all the same.

However, John felt in his heart that Robert did look different. It was his son, and Taylor's. The fruit of their love. Their passionate love. All those years spent together were now leading them to being parents. Never had he thought that one day, Taylor and him would go through this step. He was not unhappy with that, quite the reverse. He was the happiest man on Earth.

John's heart leapt again in his chest, and tears of joy rolled down his warm cheeks. With a trembling hand, he carefully stroked the baby's head, staring at him as though he was looking at the shiny book which kept the secret of life, death, and everything everbody would die to discover. Robert was his treasure.

“H... Hello Robert!” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I'm... I'm John, your... your dad. You are so handsome, buddy... Welcome to this world!”

He burst into tears, and Taylor looked up at him with the brightest smile, weeping and rubbing his arm.

“Will you cut the cord?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

He quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve and followed the midwives' instructions about how to cut it. A doctor handed him the special scissors and John carefully cut the ombilical cord, still linking Robert to Taylor's body. The midwives around him applauded and Taylor called him. He went back to his wife, and saw that she was handing him the baby. He very carefully picked him, trying not to hold him too clumsily.

Robert was slowly opening his dark eyes. John smiled and cried again, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against his son's.

“Hello again, little buddy. Remember who I am? I'm daddy. Your daddy.”

Every time John pronounced the word daddy, he could not believe it. He was a father now. A happy father. He glanced at Taylor with a grin, and noticed that even though she was exhausted, with dark rings under her eyes, messy hair and sweaty face, she still looked as gorgeous as a unicorn. For a moment, he refused to believe that he married her. He was not worth it, was he?

John slowly sat next to Taylor, letting her sit up and stroke the baby's hand. His tiny fingers clenched around hers, and she giggled. The midwives had to take the baby for a basic checkup, and John let them do. Finally, the doctor asked him to leave for a few minutes, and he had no other choice other than obeying. He kissed Taylor tenderly and left.

When he got out of the delivery room, his three bandmates jumped on their feet and ran up to them.

“So? So? What is he like?” they asked.

“Handsome. Perfect. He's... our baby!”

“What's his name, then?” Roger and Brian asked, being the only ones not knowing the newborn's name.

“Robert Brian Deacon.”

Brian's eyes widened. He blushed, not knowing if he should ask the question crossing his mind or not. He cleared his throat and finally decided to.

“Is... Is Brian rreferring to...”

“Yes, it's referring to you, Brimi” John replied with a wink. “We wanted his middle name to be one of your names, and we randomly picked one, it was Brian's.”

“Oh gosh...”

Brian was sobbing happily, honoured to have a baby named after him. He sighed and laughed, craning his neck as they heard the doors open. Taylor was being pushed on her bed, being led to her room. John waved at her, and so did the others; she waved back weakly, smiling broadly. The doctor who had told him to leave the room came up to him with a clipboard.

“Mr. Deacon, could you please fill this form? Your wife is too shaken to fill it.”

“Sure.”

“If there are some things you can't answer, don't worry, we'll ask her later.”

John nodded, and Freddie handed him a pen from his back pocket. He took it and thanked the singer, before sitting on one of the chairs. He scribbled some basic information about Taylor, such as her birthday, birthplace, current address, allergies, previous health problems... He filled everything he knew, and brought it to one of the midwives who was leaving the delivery room. She smiled at him and waved at them all to follow her to Taylor's room.

It was still unbelievable for them that there was one new soul on Earth. This of Robert Brian Deacon.