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"Mmmm," Freddie smears his lips across mine, quickly humming into my mouth before smacking my ass with a smile as he walks away.

"Gotta get back, love!," He winks at me, blowing me a kiss before turning around, giving his ass a little shake as he heads back. I giggle at his enthusiasm as he jogs back up the stage ramp to finish the show.

I watch in complete admiration for the stamina of this man— sweat dripping from every pore, voice tired and gruff but still he manages to woe the crowd and command constant applause.

He struts onto the stage like a Persian poppin-Jay. His long legs taking him forward, with his crowned head held high, one hand on his mic, the other clipping his royal robe around his shoulders.

He demands everyone's attention and he's got them eagerly nipping out of the palms of his hands. All eyes glued to his stride as he walks to the center of the stage, taking it all in, giving his hips a little jive with his toe tapping.

He turns and sits at the grand piano, placing his crown among the stack of plastic cups that cover the piano, flicking the draping over the bench so that it cascades behind him— nothing less than magnificent. He silences the audience with one finger held up in the air as he positions his lips in front of the microphone.

🎶 "I've paid my dues....

Time after time....," 🎶

"Mummy, I want to go on stage this time!

Puh-puh-pleaaaaase!," Charlie's eyes have had stars in them all night long, she loves to watch her father and uncles seamlessly rock every song. She continues to beg with folded hands as I pick her up to get her off of the raised platform her and Richie have been standing on to watch the show and the crowd.

I shake my head, but keep a smile on my lips as I turn to lift Richie off of the raised platform next. "Not right now, Char. You have to wa—-,"

"Mum! Mummy! Look! Char's on stage!," Richie starts tugging on my shirt for me to turn around, as he hops up and down impatiently pointing to his sister prancing toward the stage.

What help security is.

They're all just smiling at her.

"Charlie! Get back here...," My attempts at calling her back to me are drowned out by the sudden uproar of cheers from the crowd.

I grab ahold of Richie's hand to walk directly up the ramp, just behind the curtain. Freddie's left the piano, he's at the top of the stage again, a puff of his chest, heaving out every lyric from deep within . There's no doubt that he doesn't realize what's going on behind him.

🎶 "We are the champions my friends...

And weeeeeeee'll keep on fightiiiiiiiiin til the end....."🎶

John turns around, catching my eye and shrugging his shoulders when he sees me watching. Of course, he probably thinks I said it was okay, so he continues to play.

Everyone else, but Freddie is keen to the new show on display, as Charlie makes her way to her father, twirling about, with her hands above her head like she's a prima-ballerina in a choreographed routine.

"weeeeee areeee the champi—," Freddie turns with a jump, startled by the forceful hug to the back of his legs as Charlie grabs onto him.

He quickly meets my eyes as I mouth "I'm sorry", but he doesn't miss a beat. Swooping Charlie beneath his long royal robe, he continues the song.

"Weee are the champioooons," The applause is deafening as Freddie bends down to Charlie's level, mega-watt smile across his face, he places his crown on her head.

She looks absolutely adorable when it slightly falls over her eyes. Freddie holds the microphone between the two of them and through his baritone, you can hear Charlie's twinkling voice as they finish the song together.

🎶 "NoOo time for lOOSuhs....," Freddie fixes the crown, wraps his arms around Charlie for the two of them to now face the audience.

🎶 "cus weee are the chaaaAmpionssssss...."🎶

He turns his head, looking over his shoulder to a Roger who nods in understanding. I'll never know how the two of them can read each others eyes for cues.

Rogers falsetto is replaced with Charlie's voice solely ringing out the ending of the song as Freddie proudly looks at her in awe.

🎶 "Ofthewoooooooooorld..."🎶

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Kash:

"We have everything under control, relax! You just worry about getting her there without her finding out—byeee!,"

Rushing off the phone with a very frantic Freddie, I turn back to the task at hand as Rose stifles a laugh. "He called again?!," she scoffs. "Does he have such little faith in us?,"

I chuckle with her as we continue to make it through the extensive list of details that Freddie gave us to finish up.

"Sooooo, what else do we have to do, girls!," Mum settles back down at the table, bringing a pile of magazine with her. "Lily's fast asleep, so I have time to help! These are the stack of magazines he said to give you, just incase you get lost," She spreads them all across the table. She has the biggest smile on her face as she clasps her hands together, entirely excited to be a part of our little secret group.

"Lost?! How could we get- oh, he's really lucky that I'm such a great sister, isn't he!," I reply, while pushing the magazines to the side. I swear he thinks his tastes are better than anyone else's.

"Well, he is a perfectionist you know," Phoebe replies while stirring his tea.

"Yeah," Rose says as she rolls her eyes, turning her attention to the little spy. "After all, he sent you to look over us, didn't he?," she smirks.

Phoebe doesn't reply but with a soft smile on his lips. He's done nothing but sit at the table and 'hmmm' and 'ahhh' at all of our choices. What is the matter with these men! Why can't they be like dad?

Speaking of which, "Jer, cuppa tea?," Dad calls from his chair in the living room to which Mum immediately rises from her seat to fix him up a little something right away.

Ya know what, nevermind. I'm through with men.

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Jer:

Sitting about watching the girls and Peter mess around with different colors and scene setting details, I have to say it reminds me so much so of another time not too long ago.

A time of new beginnings and excitement. The time when my baby boy came back home, exhausted after another long tour in another country. Much like every other time, he came home first thing off of the airplane to have a nice warm cooked meal with us—his family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jer's Flashback~~~~~|

🎶 "Mmmm mmmmm you're arrow gooo la-da la-da-de daaa for meeeee"🎶

Kash and I lock eyes across the dinner table as we both catch on to Farrokh's light, jolly mood. We both smile at each other. If there's one thing we know about that boy, it's that when he falls into infatuation he often mistakes it for love. Still, it's always nice to have him in high spirits nonetheless.

"I quite like that tune...very romantic," I giggle into my napkin as I comment and Farrokhs eyes grow wide as he looks up from buttering his biscuit.

His lips tighten over his teeth as he tries to hide his big grin before giving up the attempt. His lips turn upward and his eyes cast down to his plate, his long dark lashes flutter as his cheeks add a bit of natural rouge.

"Well I told you, Mama.," He looks up at me, glancing quickly at his father who merely gruffs his acknowledgment to the subject as he continues eating his meal.

"I met a girl— the love of my life, actually-,"

"Oh, god, Freddie! Everyone has been 'the love of your li-,"

"Kash! Do not use God's name in that way at my dinner table..," Bomi's voice booms as he looks over his glass at Kash who grimaces and nods her head in apology.

"For your information, little sister, this one is different! I just know it! And besides....," Farrokh continues as he quickly licks his lips, the tightness of his smile making it seems as if he's about to burst out of his seat. He turns his body more directly towards me, but speaks to all of us.

"I left out one..tiny...oh- oh, wait no it's even better!," His smile is the widest, unapologetically joyful smile I've ever seen on him. His eyes are lit up like a Christmas tree as he looks around at all of our anxious faces waiting for him to spill the beans.

"I left out twoooo, tiny details!,"

Farrokhs always been one for dramatics. His arms fling above his head in a showcasey manner, his chin lifts in the air just the same.

"Okay? And? What is it?!," Kash asks impatiently, setting her food aside to lean across the table.

Freddie's eyes glimmer with pure happiness, though there is a clear trace of shyness to his smile now, he hums a throaty chuckle before clapping his hands together and standing from his seat.

"It's twins! One, two! You're going to be grandparents!,"

Bomi chokes on his mouthful of food at the same time that I gasp, holding my hand over my mouth in shock. But Kash is quick to react, she jumps from her seat, excitedly rushing around the table to hug her big brother.

"You mean it!? REALLLLY?," She squeals as she pinches his cheeks to which Farrokh pushes her away, half-annoyed, half- amused.

The next morning after the shock, Farrokh invited us all to his house. He claims he needs help with some sort of 'important project'.

Not even five seconds after walking in the front door, does my husband start his rambling. "Not now, Bomi. Can't you see the boys excited! You should be too, grandpop..," I wink at him cheekily smiling at the eyeroll I receive in return.

"No. We've got to find out more about this American girl. Just look at all the trouble she's caused already!," Out of his coat he unrolls a bundle of those trashy magazines with our sons face plastered all over them.

"Oh, come on dad! You know those are all lies," Kash huffs as she makes her way to lay out on the couch.

"Well? Is any of this true?," Bomi further interrogates. I can tell this is going to take a while and any attempt of mine will fall on deaf ears. So, I join Kash on the couch as we watch the two of them.

The tips of Farrokhs ears turn bright red as he skims through the magazine covers, walking away from the hallway and settling into the seat across from us. He doesn't speak until his father sits, too. As stubborn as my husband is, it does take him a couple of minutes to join us, but he does.

"Right. Well...Uh, some of these are true, but-,"

"You see! I knew it! Didn't I tell you, Jer! Just another special someone who is just after the boys money and now he's gone and gotten her pregnant! Oooh, she's going to be rolling in the-,"

"Bomi! Stop that-,"

"It isn't like that, Dad. Seriously, she isn't who the papers make her out to be. I'm not that far gone, have a little faith, hmm," Farrokhs voice has deepened a bit as he flings the magazines away behind him.

"Can't you just be happy for me? For once be proud?,"

I can't stand the pained look in my sons eyes. He and his father have always been on rocky ground, but not once has he ever asked for his fathers acknowledgment.

Bomi sighs, sitting back in his seat as Farrokh never takes his eyes off of him. His fingers squeeze the little throw pillow on his lap as he waits for an answer.

"I've always been proud of you, son.," Bomi gets up, walking over to Farrokh, placing a hand in his shoulder just as a small smile breaks across his face. "I'm just looking out for you...that's all..,"

"Okay....," Kash breaks the tension in the room, clapping her hands together. "What's this thing you called us over for?," she asks.

"Hah, yes, well I need some help. Maybe a feminine touch...but I think for the most part me and Phoebe have done a marvelous job! Opinions! I need opinions!,"

In a second, the mood has changed. The shakey atmosphere shifts as we all follow Farrokh up the stair case. He bounds from every step, jittering around until we reach the door to the guest room beside his bedroom.

"Okay, now..I've had some help, but not much. I wanted to do it mostly myself. For when Cherie comes to visit...I want her to know she can stay...,"

His whole demeanor changes when he speaks of this Cherie. His eyes dreamily glisten like his mind is far off someplace else.

One rattle of the doorknobs unlocks the door as he pushes it open, I can't believe my eyes.

"You did this?!," Kash gasps in awe as the four of us walk into the small bedroom that has now been decorated as a nursery for two.

"YUP*," Farrokh answers, though his hands are twisted in knots, his smile is one of prideful glee.

We all mess about with the little blankets and books and toys. We look in the closet that is full with tiny clothes and loads of nappies. He's thought of everything! How is this my same little boy? When did he grow up?

As the day winds down and we begin to get ready to go back home, Farrokh pulls me aside while the others shout their goodbyes and head to the car.

"What do you really think, Mama? Do you think she'll like it?,"

Ah, there he is. My little boy.

I grasp his chin between my finger tips, pecking a kiss quickly I nod my head at him.

"Of course. She'd be crazy not to! You've done a wonderful job. Your first step as a father..," He blushes madly at my comments. Surely, he has to know that any woman that gets to be on the receiving end of his unconditional loving nature, is one lucky little lady.

"Do you really think I can be a good father..to two children at once?," He asks just before I head out the door.

I smirk at him, knowing he needs the reassurance just for a peace of mind. "Family is always a blessing, my boy— the bigger the better!"

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Freddie:

I scrunch my face to the pain that radiates through my spine. In the compact bathroom of the tour bus, I try to turn in the mirror to see the damage of tonight's draining performance.

Taking my towel off, I can see the lining of small bruising on my back, just a patch of splashing light purple color— I'm getting much too old for this.

"Fred! You almost done with your beauty routine, mate!? Some of us have to actually use the toilet..," Roger bangs on the door before laughing at his little joke and walking away.

Quickly dressing into a T-shirt and a pair of jogging pants, I collect my things and exit the bathroom. Since I'm the only one who brought my family along, we've been staying in the large room at the back of the bus together, letting the guys take over the bunk area.

When I open the door to the bedroom, the lights are all off and Cherie's head picks up from the pillow to raise her finger to her lips. The twins are lying beside her, fast asleep.

I put my stuff down on the lounge chair in the corner and crawl into bed, behind Cherie. My excitement for the little surprise I've been planning has to stay hidden. She deserves this. She deserves so much more than I can give her.

I rest my chin on her shoulder, pulling her waist closer to me, breathing her in at the same time. "How are you feeling, my love?," I whisper into her ear before giving her temple a long, soft kiss.

She lets out a long sigh, turning in my arms. Her eyes don't even open as she nestles her head beneath my chin, gently kissing the lump where my Adam's apple lies. "I feel fine, baby. I'm just happy to be here with you this time around,"

Her fingers start to scratch the the back of my head, Soothing the pressure. They begin roaming down to my shoulder as she knowingly rubs the taut skin. "You're so tense, love. Let me take care of you," She smiles lazily, yawning but still sitting up in bed as she straddles my waist.

Sometimes staring into her eyes still feels like a dream. Try as I might, I can hardly keep my eyes open as she continues to massage my shoulders, chest and arms. Her smooth hands glides across my sore muscles, taking the aches away one knot at a time.

"What do you think about going back to Paris..," I ask through mumbles of sleep catching up to me.

She giggles at my tired slurs, bringing both hands up around my face, rubbing small circles on my temples. "I think the last time will be a tough romance to beat.,"

Peering up at her, I can see the small smirk on her face. The last time we made the quick escape to Paris was surely one of the most romantic endeavors we've ever had together, but I have plans to top it.

"Is that a challenge?," I stifle a yawn, trying to shift her weight above me.

"No not at all, you're way too busy for all of that. Plus, you look completely worn out," She climbs off of me and even though the tightness in my pants objects, I haven't the energy to keep her still.

She goes about the room collecting a pair of pajamas and her robe, then bends over me to place a tender, short kiss on my lips.