Skinny Love

May, 1973

Big things coming in the next chapter - stay tuned! 

May 17, 1973

Freddie
"I think we need to take babe for a walk- she looks like we're neglecting her." I chuckled, rubbing John's stomach while we watched Lennon crawl around on the ground- she'd glare over her shoulder at us every couple minutes, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Look at how she looks at us- it's like when I take away your ice cream, or make you eat when you aren't pregnant." I laughed, and John scoffed, pushing my hand away from him and getting up.

"That was inappropriate, Freddie." He whispered, sounding hurt, then he stormed off to our bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

I sighed, softly, then I picked Lennon up and I went down the hallway- I knocked on the bedroom door and John screamed for me to go away. I had never heard him scream before, it even startled Lennie a bit. I knocked once more and he hit the door back- he was very, very angry.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it- it just slipped out, okay? I'm really, really sorry." I pressed my forehead to the door and I listened while he stomped around the bedroom. "Open the door, please? I want to talk to you, baby, we need to talk about this." I knocked once more and he opened, his face red and swollen from crying.

"I'm fucking trying, Freddie." He hissed, cradling under his stomach before walking away from me. "Like, how dare you? How dare you sit there and tell me that I'm not eating, even though you know full well that I haven't argued with you once this time around- I've been nothing but cooperative this pregnancy." He spoke with his hands for emphasis, to show that he was mad at me. "Fuck off, leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you." He snatched Lennon from me, then he pointed to the door before locking himself in the bathroom.

I groaned, quietly, then I left the room, letting him cool down on his own. I was worried about him having Lennon in there, even though I knew that he knew better than to hurt her- he was still unpredictable, so I didn't know what to expect with him. I didn't want to make him feel like I didn't trust him with his own daughter, so I just left them be, hoping that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

I went down to sit in the living room and Brian found his way in there, his face looked like he had just seen a ghost. He looked like he had been crying, but I didn't want to ask until he started sniffling.

"Everyone in this house is upset today?" I asked, jokingly, and he gave me a little half smile. "What's the matter? John is mad at me because I told him that he wasn't eating... are you mad at me, too?" I looked over and he shook his head before taking a deep breath.

"Roger is knocked up." He whispered and my heart did a little flip. "I-I knocked him up." He murmured and I bit my bottom lip while I looked over at him.

"I'm sor-"

"He's a month, and he didn't want me to tell anyone yet, but... I'm worried." He shook his head again and I nodded, turning to look at him. "He's due in January, and I just didn't think that it would happen to us, you know? We-we didn't mean for it to happen, but we also weren't that careful- I didn't think he could get knocked up, Jesus Christ." He sounded like he was about to cry again, so I reached over and I held his hand.

"Is he keeping it?" I asked and he nodded. "So... what about touring and stuff? Has he said what he's planning to do then?"

"He's playing the drums- he said it'll be easy to hide it behind the kit, but I'll make sure he takes it easy when we get close to the end. We have a month break between the England Leg and the Australian Leg- we'll get it out then, and give him some time to recover." They had really thought about it, they were better at planning than John and I were. "But Remy will have a friend." His voice was more hopeful and I nodded with a small giggle. "God, it's all happening so fast." He scrubbed his hands over his face and I patted his back.