My Bijou! A Maylor Love Story

Baby..Let's Have a Party...Part 1

A/N - Please remember this is a complete work of fiction.  There may be real or imagined people mentioned in my story who never had actual contact with the main characters. Just having some fun.  I will point out that any real person mentioned in my story would have existed and been the age indicated during the time period being written about.

26th July 1975

London

3 a.m.

Roger's POV

You know how they say you wake up on your birthday and instantly feel older?  Yeah...well..I felt that way the day I had to take my daughter home to live with me.  I felt like I aged ten years.  I felt a piece of my youth fall away from me and there was nothing I could do about it. 

I'm 25 years old for Christ's sake!  Well...I was yesterday.  Way too young to feel like the best years of my life are behind me.  But becoming an instant parent does something to you.  You're instantly tired and lacking of time.  Time to do the things you want to do or time to do absolutely nothing at all.  It isn't your time anymore.  It's theirs.  Their needs dictate your time.  I have tried to make my priority taking care of my daughter.  It hasn't been easy.  While I love her to pieces and want to give her everything, there is a part of me that resents it all.  I didn't want this.  I didn't ask for it.  I'm not always happy.  I try to keep my misgivings to myself.  Anytime I've tried to talk to Brian about it I mostly get a speech about growing up and dealing with it. Just accept it and be an adult about it!  Sometimes I hate him for accepting our new circumstances so easily.  He seems to have no qualms about the abrupt change to our routine.  To our life together. If he does, he doesn't show it.  I guess I never asked him.  We seem to not talk about things quite like we used to.  Just too busy getting on with it all.  He's always so busy with Tigs.  With writing songs.  With being an adult. We seem to fight more than we ever have in our entire relationship.  I don't like that at all.  We always make up but it's tense sometimes.  We try to get past it.  Hang on to the good days. We had a good time on his birthday.  I made sure to make it special.  I felt like I needed to make up for the fight I know he had with his father.  It was about me.  About Tigs.  Brian would be perfect if he hadn't have met me and started a band and a relationship with me.  I know that is what his father really thinks.

I have tried to focus my energy on positive things.  We found a new place to live and Clare has agreed to being a nanny for Tiger Lilly.  These are good things.  These moments have been really good days.  We are headed to Wales to begin recording our new album in a few weeks.  Things are looking up.  We even have a party planned for Tiger Lilly's first birthday.  It's all good, right? So why do I keep waking up in the middle of the night with my head full of doubts, resentments, fear, anger and envy.  Envy?  Yeah.  I envy those blokes in our crew who have no real commitments.  They are free.  They date who they want, they party, they have nothing that holds them to one place.  They travel the world and share in a great rock and roll adventure.  They're free. I love Brian completely and have no desire to leave.  I just feel weighed down by my life right now.  I just want to feel light again.  I want to feel young again.  I just don't want to feel like I'm 26 going on 40!

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"Happy birthday Roggie!" Brian told me with a kiss as I rolled over to face him in our bed.  He pulled me into his arms and gave me a more meaningful kiss.  I was thrilled to get it.  This might turn out to be one of the good days.  I pressed myself into him to tell him I wanted more.  He responded and slipped his tongue into my mouth.  We quickly escalated into a heated exchange of tongues, hands and bodies pressed together.  Brian rolled me onto my back and pulled the sheet away from me to press his mouth into my neck.  I loved the feel of his weight on me and savored his kisses and bites as he began traveling down my chest.  He had grinded himself against me and I felt the promise of a good fuck as he took my cock in his hand and shifted his body down between my legs.  I eagerly spread them to accommodate him.  He stroked my chest as he took me into his mouth.  It felt fantastic and a great start to my birthday.  I closed my eyes and grabbed a handful of his curls and rolled them into my fists as he worked to get me off.