Synopsis: Reader has a hard time getting over the death of her beloved pet and Roger might have found the perfect solution.
W/C: Slightly over 2,100...(oopsxD)
Warnings: Idk..... Lots of fluff, lots of happy crying and sad crying, mentions of the death of a pet and perhaps some bad writing (although I hope not).
A/N: I have been contemplating writing this for a long time. I haven't written fanfiction in a long time so go easy on me. Also, English is my second language so excuse me for any errors I might make. Furthermore, this is my first small Queen fic and I want to do more of them. I also tend to write from my personal experiences in life, as some sort of a coping mechanism, so what I write about has more or less happened to me in real life. Also, I tend to give names to my characters, instead of using Y/N all the time. Personally, I write a lot easier if I give the characters real names. So, if after all this you still want to read this fic, please carry on.
"Mommy can I hold him?"
"Yes, dear but be careful Emily, he is still very tiny".
I held my hands up to her and she placed the tiny read and white ball of fur in my hands. I put it on my lap and it immediately curled itself against me and started purring.
"I think he likes me", I said happily as petted the kitten softly and looked up at my mom.
She smiled. "I think he does too. What should we name him?".
I looked down at the kitten already sleeping contently on my lap. I thought long and hard for a moment. "Mickey!", I exclaimed.
My mother grinned. "Mickey it is then".
I once more looked down at Mickey, who was still purring softly, seemingly comfortable on my lap.
"Do you hear that Mickey? We're going to be best friends forever."
Turned out forever had an expiration date.
As soon as I hung up the phone after my mom told me the sad news, all that I could do was stare blankly at the wall. I felt numb, as the news hadn't fully hit me yet. Why did this had to happen? And why did it need to happen now? It is all I could ask myself at this point, yet I didn't know what to answer and I doubt anyone else had the answer prepared for me.
I knew that as soon as Roger came home, I had to tell him, since he could read me like an open book and could easily tell what was wrong. There was no faking with him. I couldn't hide my feelings for him even if I tried. The only question was how I was supposed to tell him. He wasn't overly fond of cats so I had no idea whether he would even understand what I was going through.
I don't know how long I had been staring into the abyss until I heard the front door open and close. Roger was home from the studio. Usually when he came home, I would be right at the front door to greet him, but now I didn't have the energy nor the desire to get up from my position on the couch.
"Babe?", he called out and I heard his footsteps nearing our living room.
"Em?", he questioned again but I couldn't make myself to reply.
"Love? I'm....', but he immediately became silent when I locked eyes with him.
The smile that had lingered on his face was replaced by a frown as soon as he saw the look in my eyes.
He hurriedly made his way over to the couch and sat down next to me. I couldn't look up at him, I felt as if I would break down if I actually did.
"Babe what's wrong?", he asked yet I still wouldn't dare to look up at him. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I tried everything to keep the tears at bay.
I felt one of his hands grasp mine as the other one softly lifted up my chin to look him in the eye. His blue eyes were filled with concern.
"Hey", he said softly, "tell me what's wrong".
"I....my...." I started but I couldn't finish the sentence as I choked up and instead buried my head in his chest and let the tears flow freely.
He held me close and rubbed small, soothing circles on my back in an attempt to calm me down.
It was the first time since I had been told the news that I actually faced the horrid reality. Only with Roger I could let myself go completely. I sobbed into his shirt, wetting it in the process and smearing mascara all over it.
All the while Roger didn't budge and continued to hold me. 'Ssshhhh it's ok, it's all going to be ok." He had no idea.
As I calmed down a bit, I released myself from Roger's embrace and looked up at him. He looked at me questioningly, his eyes filled with concern. He said nothing, waiting for me to say something.
I swallowed. This was hard. "My mom phoned me today. She had some bad news." I hesitated. Roger said nothing as he was waiting for me to continue.
"Do you remember Mickey?" I asked him. He nodded and smiled softly. "Your cat, right?"
I nodded in return. "My mom called today to tell me...." I sighed. This was harder than I thought. "She told me that Mickey had passed away earlier this evening."
I suppressed a sob as fresh tears were running down my cheeks.
"Oh baby", he said softly and pulled me into his embrace again. "I'm so sorry to hear that".
"I know he was old and all, I mean he was 18, but I expected him to have a few more good years at least... I was actually going to see him this weekend but...."
I swallowed another lump in my throat.
He said nothing and, in that moment, I actually preferred the silence over comforting words.
"Sorry about your shirt", I said softly.
He chuckled. "Don't worry about it, shirts can be washed. I know how much he meant to you. I may not know how it feels, but know that I will help you get through this, ok?"
I nodded as he placed a soft kiss on my temple.
"Let's go and try to get some rest, maybe you'll feel better in the morning."
I said nothing but I let him guide me towards our bedroom. Maybe he was right. Maybe a good night's rest would make me feel better.
***
How I was wrong about that. The entire night I had been tossing and turning and I eventually gave up on sleep and made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen. Roger, who could sleep through an earthquake, didn't notice anything.
Work was quite the drag too, as I couldn't focus on anything I was doing. The entire time was spent thinking about home, about Mickey. As such, I was very relieved when they let me go home early.
When I drove into the street of Roger's and my apartment, I already saw Roger's van parked outside. That was strange since he usually was still in the recording studio at this time of day.
I entered the house and heard Roger rummaging in the living room.
"Rog?", I called out as I made my way to the living room.
"Hey babe, you're home early", he said surprised.
"Yeah I couldn't focus so they let me go early...." I trailed off as I saw he was holding one arm behind his back.
