Roger Taylor, Barbara Rosabella's 'love of her life', regardless of the fact that they are best friends. Having known each other since the beginning of their teenage years, they grow up together and bring out the best in each other, talk about their...
A quick brief warning, there's a bit o smut in this in between '••••••' borders
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22nd June 1985
Roger, Barbara and Tommy scurried to one of Roger's beloved cars in the early hours of the morning, 3:24am to be precise. Roger held two suitcases in his hands, Barbara held one and Tommy speed walked behind his parents with his almost manky lion teddy in his arm. Roger looked over his shoulder and chuckled softly at Tommy's speed walking in attempt to keep close to him and Barbara, "I'd carry you Tommy, but your mother insisted on packing a month's worth of clothing for herself and you for a weekend trip," Roger gives Barbara a look with a cheeky glint in his eye, to which Barbara looks back at him and nudges his shoulder with her spare hand.
"It's always useful to pack more than less - a brilliant life lesson from Freddie, you should thank him," Barbara mutters sassily and crosses her arms after she lugs the suitcase she was holding into the boot of the car which is soon filled with the two that Roger was holding. Barbara smiles at Roger as he looks at her, quirking his brow up, staying silent, "Okay - okay, I might've got slightly carried away this time. But it was a spur of the moment trip, you should have given me time to prepare."
Roger laughs nervously, "I did, Belle - two days!" He shuts the car boot and takes a step towards Barbara, which still, after all the time that they'd been together, Roger's proximity gave her an immediate jolt to the heart, "We haven't been away for a while and I just suddenly thought - Cornwall," he rambled with slightly blushing cheeks and leans forward to kiss her cheek, "It's a romantic gesture alright - it'll be lovely," he mumbles against Barbara's skin before jokingly nibbling, which makes Barbara laugh and try to squirm away, to which Roger wraps his arms around her and Barbara surrenders.
Tommy stares up at his mother and father with big eyes and he squeezes his lion teddy into him while swaying his body from side to side shyly. He soon laughs at Roger pretending to devour Barbara, "It's okay mama, papa is a good monster," Tommy speaks in a high pitched voice, giggling at the same time.
Barbara laughs even more at Tommy's words and Roger looks down at Tommy lovingly as the top of his head is nuzzled into Barbara's neck. Roger and Barbara's hearts swoon at their son and Barbara kisses Roger's temple before leaning down and cupping her son's chin, squeezing his cheeks, "It's like you want your mama to be eaten up," she giggles and Roger smiles cheekily, his mind wandering to the gutter the moment she utters those words.
"Papa says it's - romantic," Tommy says shyly and looks up at Roger before smiling cheekily, a completely identical smile to Roger's that made Barbara smile - she'd recognise that cheeky smile anywhere, the thought that her son had inherited it made her giggle with her head bowed. She soon looked over her shoulder at Roger, smiling as she shakes her head.
