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Roger woke up in the middle of the night because of sudden loud noise from downstairs. He lazily opened his eyes and groaned in pillow. He tried to close his eyes, but again, another loud noise was heard. Roger frowned and sat up, feeling a little dizzy.
He looked outside window, the moon hiding behind dark clouds. Another noise. Now frustrated, he stood up and quietly as possible walked out of his room.
He walked past Brian's room, John's, and then Freddie's room tiptoeing. As he walked down the stairs, old wood cracked there and there under his weight.
Ridge Farm was old, but very nice and peaceful place. All four of them liked it there very much, playing tennis, swimming in pool, recording in studio or playing with golden retrievers the owners there had.
Roger finally reached the last step and walked through corridor. He peeked in living room, nothing. Then, another noise. Roger sighed and rubbed his temples before walking to the source of noises- kitchen.
He walked in and of course, John searching through cabinets, tugging at his hair nervously. Roger raised eyebrow and waited till John will see him. Nothing. Roger coughed, making younger man jump a little.
"Oh!"
"Morning."
Roger said sarcastically before stepping closer, looking at plate.
"Seriously? Cheese on toast?"
John bit his lip, a little nervous.
"I like cheese on toast." He said, a little bit defensive.
"Yeah, because three at morning is perfect time for cheese on toast, isn't it?"
"Yes!" John said, quick as possible.
Roger rolled eyes and took a bite from toast. He looked at John, taking in his somehow nervous expression.
"Okay, I get it, you're hungry. Now tell me whats really going on."
"Nothing!"
"John..."
"I said nothing!"
"John Richard Deacon, born on 19th Au-"
"Fine!"John wisper yelled. "God, why are you so annoying?"
"I am not the one who is eating a toast three in the morning..."Roger said and raised eyebrow.
John frowned and crossed his arms on his chest, long brown hair sticking out to all sides in comical way.
"So spill the beans. Whats bugging you?" Roger asked, still eating from John's toast.
John let out exhausted sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"...I'm scared."
Roger continued eating. "Go on."
"Of the small one one the way." John sighed when Roger seemed he didn't know whats going on. "The baby, Roger..."
Roger eyes widened and he stopped eating. "Oh. Oh! Right."
"I just,"John sat down on chair nearby at the end of kitchen. "It wasn't even planned. And I just, I don't know...ugh, we married because of child. You know that. I mean, I never thought of it before, about marriage, and now I'm here, husband and soon father and I..."
Roger's gaze softened a little when he saw friend's struggle. "Hey, it's fine to feel that way. It's normal."
John scoffed and looked around the room nervously.
"I never thought I'll end this way too soon. I always wanted to have a big family, yes, but not at age of twenty-three!"
"Hey, hey, John," Roger took step closer to him. "I don't know whats it is like, but don't worry. You'll be great father."
John buried his face in his hands. "I don't want to mess up. I'm scared, so damn scared I'll be bad husband and father."
Roter sighed and looked at John.
"Deacy, listen. You are they youngest of us, sure. You are sometimes a little bit soft, true. But you're a wonderful human, man! I really mean it, you're kind, sensible and you have great sense of humour."
That made John chuckle a little and Roger felt proud when he made the bassist laugh just a little.
"That's the spirit John. I'm not quite sure how it feels, but mark my words, the child will absolutely adore you. You're great with kids, you won't mess up as father or husband."
John broke into small, but geniune smile, making Roger's heart swell with happiness, despite the fact he was tired as hell.
"And of course, if you would ever need something, babysit the kid, you know you can count on me! Or Freddie, maybe Brian, but if you don't want to end up returning and finding the child talking about space shit and stars, I wouldn't-"
He couldn't even finish, and found John hugging him. He opened his mouth in suprise, but then smiled a little and relaxed. He patted John' back.
"There, there, you sap. No need to thank me."
John couldn't help roll eyes, but the smile still played on his lips.
"Hate you."
"Sure, eeeevery single soul believes you." Roger smirked and ruffled brunette's hair.
After while, John pulled back and sighed, looking everywhere just to avoid Roger's eyes.
"...Thank you, I guess. It helped. A lot, actually."
Roger smiled again. "Anytime Deacs."
There was moment of weird silence between them, John still avoiding Roger's gaze, embarassed he hugged the blonde. After while, Roger broke the silence.
"I hope you're not hungry anymore. I ate the toast."
John groaned but chuckled. "Git. You're lucky I won't kill you for that."
"Because I comforted youuu?" Roger fluttered his eyelashes.
"Maybe."
"Oh, I'm so flattered..."
John couldn't help but laugh again at Roger's dramatic nature. He and Freddie were always the drama queens, sometimes you couldn't even tell who is worse.
Roger smirked and patted John's shoulder.
"Come on. There's still time to go back sleep. And don't you dare sneak out and wander around kitchen like a zombie."
"I beg your pardon, Meddows!
Roger gasped and laughed. "Shut it, Richard."
And they both walked on their toes upstairs, giggling and talking in hushed wispers. That night, they both fell down into dreamless sleeps, even John, his troubles eased by Roger's previous words.