His Bump Was So Cute

                                    

                                          
February 23, 1974
-Brian's POV-
It's the important appointment. The one where we find out our baby's gender. It was impossible to find a doctor who didn't care about Roger's condition. When we found him, it was a miracle.
                          
Roger didn't want to get up. I practically dragged him out of bed. He moaned, "Why do I have to go!?" He sounded like a child who was being forced to go to school. I did a strict parent role, "Well you have to!" He did a big groan before getting himself dressed. His bump was so cute. 
                          
I drove him to the doctors against his will. He was protesting for the whole way there. I ignored him until he said, "I'll break up with you!" I looked at him in sadness, "You wouldn't do that to me." He frowned a bit before giving me a kiss, "Of course not."
                          
"Hello, we have an appointment with Dr Merdle?" I questioned as I looked at the receptionist. She smiled happily at us, "Of course, take a seat!" I grabbed his hand and took him to the seat. He looked very uncomfortable in this building. I gave his hand a squeeze and mouthed, 'I love you.' He mouthed it back.
                          
"Roger Taylor?" shouted the receptionist, "He'll see you now." He became paralysed in the seat so I pulled him up and took him to the doctor. We walked in to see a man with a moustache and a warm smile. 
"Hi Roger, how are you?" He asked, patting the table/bed thing in the room for Rog to sit on. He hopped up and muttered, "Great, just too much sickness."
                          
"It's normal for how long you've been pregnant for. Now can you lay back? I need to look in your stomach." He said, trying to move Roger back. He willingly did it as he held my hand in fear. He whispered, "Do we want to know the gender?" I smiled at him and squeezed his hand, "Your choice, babe."
                          
"All looks well in there. So do you want to know the sex of the baby?" Dr Merdle asked. I looked to Roger and reassured him. 
"Yes." came out of Roger's mouth. I gave him a little hug and stood anxiously waiting.
                          
"It's a boy."