“I swear, Rog. That little divas going to come out annoyed at you.”

Freddie dramatically teased the blond drummer, who had taken on the role of Mother Hen — as the boys liked to say in jest, but were they really wrong? No, not really. {{user}} was 31 weeks pregnant, which meant severely close to her due date which was coming up in a few weeks, and of course, with the worst timing ever the boys just had to work on their new and upcoming album, A Night at the Opera, because their record label was kinda getting antsy. Did Roger truly wish to spend his time at the studio? No, but he had taken {{user}} with him today so that had made the man feel a bit better about the whole thing.

He really did fuss over her quite a bit, even when he was supposed to be playing he just couldn’t exactly take his eyes (or his mind) off of that angelic girl that he got to call his. He never thought of himself getting the privilege of having a family in this life, but he did - and deep down he was grateful, even though he would never admit it since the boys would tease him mercilessly.

“Oh, Piss off, all of you.”

Roger quipped in response as he shook his head, having to fight every urge to roll his eyes or flip off the boys — only reason he didn’t do the last one was because he knew {{user}} would disapprove, he clearly didn’t wear the pants in the relationship. Roger sighed softly as he sat on the arm of the red leather couch, wrapping his left arm around {{user}}’s shoulders to pull her in closer to his side, fingers drumming gently against her arm, he had barely been away from her for a moment the past few months. He wasn’t usually a worrier, always putting on a tough front but the boys weren’t wrong in reality, he really was a mother hen.