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Crossed paths - Fluff

Three months. Three months since Freddie and Jim divorced. Freddie just couldn't handle it anymore. They were constantly arguing, they had distanced themselves from each other; it was the only option. But that didn't mean Freddie wanted to do it.

Freddie missed the days when Jim's face would light up at the sight of him. He missed the times when Jim would just hold him, and Freddie would, for once, believe that everything was going to be okay. And now, as his eyes wandered once more to the wedding photo of he and Jim on the mantle, Freddie realised:

He missed it all. Every bit of it, but most of all he missed Jim. He missed his lovable, goofy Irishman that would always kiss him numerous times on the cheek in the morning. He missed the man who never became less than amazed when he heard Freddie sing.

Freddie looked over at the colourful Christmas tree in the corner. This would be the girls' first Christmas without Jim. Freddie knew how much they missed their papa. Freddie truly missed Jim too.

Freddie sighed into his glass of red wine. He wanted Jim back. Small sobs coming from upstairs told him that one of his daughters had been disturbed from sleep. He got up and made his way upstairs, into his daughters' shared bedroom.

Emilia, his youngest, was clutching her fluffy blanket tightly, crying into it. Her pacifier was on the floor, and she was looking at it longingly. Freddie hushed his daughter, picking up the pacifier and quickly wiping it clean. He took Emilia into his arms and placed the pacifier into her mouth gently. She began to suck on it, and soon enough her eyes dropped and she fell asleep in Freddie's arms.

The singer smiled at his baby, and placed a tender kiss on her warm forehead. He tried to put her back to bed, but her little fist was subconsciously wrapped around his shirt, and he couldn't move. Freddie just chuckled fondly and willingly sat there, watching his children sleep with adoring eyes.

Soon, however, Emilia shifted, and his shirt was released from her hand. Freddie, careful not to disturb her, placed Emilia in her bed, wrapped her up snugly in the warm blanket and quietly left the room, leaving the door slightly open so the light from the hallway could file into the room.

He decided not to finish his wine, pouring down the drain and switching off the lights and Christmas tree, going upstairs to strip to his boxers, brush his teeth and head to bed.

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December 24th came around quicker than Freddie expected. It literally took him hours to get his daughters into bed, they were just so excited. He reminded them not to go downstairs or Father Christmas wouldn't come, and told them to wait until he was awake the next morning, so they could all go downstairs together.

It was way past 9pm before the girls were asleep, and by then Freddie was so worn out he went straight to bed after that. Little did Freddie know, the next morning would be a Christmas he would never forget.

Freddie awoke to the sound of rustling coming from downstairs. He checked the time on the clock. 4:15am. Seriously?! He told the girls not to go downstairs, especially at ridiculous o'clock.

He walked out of his room and peered into the girls' room, in which the door was wide open, and he saw both girls in there, sound asleep. Now he was scared.

Then his mind thought about the cats, and he relaxed. Yes, it was probably Oscar, the little bugger. Freddie let out a little sigh of relief  and was about to turn back into his room when he heard a deep cough from the lower floor.

Oh, now he was scared shitless.

With a pale face and a thumping heart, Freddie grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a hairbrush, and, quiet as can be, made his way down the stairs and into the living room. What he saw left him absolutely bewildered.