In the last few months things had gotten better as both Roger and Lena had taken steps to live a more normal life. There were less public occasions that Lena felt obligated to attend, and when there were, Lena felt heard and as if the rest of the band was acutely aware of her, and tried their best to shield her from the life she did not want. But that did not stop the world from continuing on.

Life had seemed to fall more into a normal rhythm and level out to a point of being okay. There were no more rambling drunk conversations and no more vocalized existential crises. Lena had begun to feel as if it would work out and not end in some incalculable disaster.

This particular party had purpose and was not intended for the mindless assortment of people that were commonly invited, but family only in celebration of the holiday season. Countless hours of work had gone into decorating Roger and Lena's home, cleaning up the non-existent mess in order to spruce up it up for the special occasion. The lights were hung, the tree taking up too much of the living room and a fire burned steadily in the fireplace. Lena had crafted the perfect table settings and was only waiting for the turkey to be done as the guests began to arrive. Lena supposed that they barely even counted as guests given that she saw them all nearly everyday, but tonight was different with the decorated house and specially prepared feast.

"Darling you've done such a wonderful job, the house looks glorious," Freddie said sweeping in the front door.

"Really she did outdo herself," Roger interjected.

"You helped. Sort of," Lena replied.

"Well, I helped cook at least."

"Exactly."

By the time the turkey was done the house was brimming with Christmas cheer as everyone had arrived. John and Veronica beamed at Freddie holding their now year old son Robert as Brian begged to be the next one to hold him. Kashmira sipped a glass of champagne and kept glancing conspiratorially between Lena and Roger despite fully knowing that they were a couple, teasing them even in their own house. Freddie's mother beamed happily at her son and congratulated him again for his recent album release and the family he had found because of it.

A light snow had begun to fall outside as Lena rallied them all to the dining table. A prayer was said over the meal and Roger took it upon himself to overly ceremoniously carve the turkey.

"Would you just hurry up and make less of an event of it," Brian complained, "I'm absolutely famished."

Roger shot him an amused glance and proceeded even slower in his serving of the meat.

Sitting next to Roger mid-way through the meal Lena was quiet; this was her family, more so than she had felt in many years. Roger continually squeezed her hand in happy reminders that he was there, Freddie's laughter bubbled in the room, Brian continuously joked, and Deaky looked so elated to have been able to bring his son and properly include him into the band family. Everything glowed with golden firelight and joyous laughter. After dinner was cleared away they each exchanged presents, despite having vowed to only purchase small little gifts for one another. The night drew on and the fire burned low and voices fell to a murmur. More champagne was poured, Freddie's parents went home and Lena rocked little Robert in her arms.

Brian had been staring at Lena for the last five minutes and finally she interrupted his gaze.

"Bri, what are you staring at?"

"Just you. And Roger. And thinking about how you guys will be one day."

Lena's heart twisted, knowing what he meant.

"What do you mean?" Roger asked, only half paying attention.

"Just that you guys will one day have a little one and it won't be like this forever. And we will all have our own families to share Christmas with."

"Oh. Right," Roger responded, shooting Lena a glance, but not so much that anyone else noticed. Lena bit her lip hard in an effort to maintain a straight face and cast her eyes down.

"I'll be right back," she said, carefully passing Robert to Veronica.

In the kitchen, Lena poured herself the last of the champagne, an aching pain slowly growing in her heart.

"Lena love, are you alright?" Roger asked, having followed her and quietly entered the kitchen.

A single tear fell and she hastily wiped it away, "No."

"I'm so sorry love," Roger said as he came over and enveloped her in his arms.

"No I'm sorry. I'm the one who can't have kids. And, and-" she sniffled.

"Lena, we've discussed this before. It will all be fine, we can adopt or just not have kids. Whatever you want."

"I just want you to be happy. And for you to have your own kids."

"Just you are enough to make me happy."

"That is the most cliche thing you've ever said," Lena said, now laughing through tears.

Roger grinned, "Thanks, are you ready for more cliche?"

"Uh no?"

"Just you wait."

Many hours of talk and laughter later everyone had said their goodbyes and shared a chorus of "Merry Christmas" and Lena was still wondering what on earth Roger could possibly be planning.

"Put on your coat! Let's go!"

Lena's eyes shot open in exasperation, "Where? It's nearly midnight!"

"Exactly, we mustn't be late!"

Completely and utterly confused Lena followed Roger out the door and into the car where they drove through empty streets into the heart of London. Finally he stopped the car and demanded that she close her eyes.

"Roger this is absolutely ridiculous."

"Exactly, and that's why you love me."

Lena rolled her eyes before conceding and letting Roger lead her what seemed like several blocks before stopping. There was no wind, but she the snow falling lightly on her skin. Only the occasional sound of a car passed by and she couldn't place where they would be given the place they had traveled to. The closest place she could fathom was Hyde Park, but that still seemed like too far a walk from where they had parked.

Finally Roger stopped her. "Don't open just yet. Wait twenty more seconds ..."

"Rog-"

"Just wait."

"Okay and open.... Now." And she did. And as she did so the sound of music filled the vacant square.

There was a deep, snow muffled silence in Berkeley Square aside from the song echoing around them. The only movement was their own as Roger had grasped Lena's hands and began lazily waltzing her through the snow. It was the same song they had danced to the night they met, the one Brian had sang that night, and the same one that Roger had played again when they'd first moved into their house. And now it was echoing through the streets after which it was named.

"Rog, how-"

"Like Freddie always says, don't ask, it ruins the magic."

"You know I really don't think it does."

"It doesn't matter anyway."

"Thank you Rog."

"Merry Christmas Lena," he said as they clung to each other, slowly swaying around the empty square to the rhythm of their song.

The moon that lingered over London town;

Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown

How could he know we two were so in love

The whole darn world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars

It was such a romantic affair

And as we kissed and said goodnight

A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square