Monica gritted her teeth in pain as her hipbone roughly ground against the tarmac.

She widened her eyes as she heard the sound of screeching tyres, swinging her head in the direction of the car coming towards her.

"MONICA!" Freddie wailed as his hands flew up to his mouth.

He was convinced that he was too late... until the car swerved out of its path and towards the street side, narrowly missing her.

"WATCH IT!!" The driver called out at her as the vehicle quickly passed.

Monica stayed still, reclining on the road, her heart beating out of her chest, oblivious to the onlookers. When consciousness settled back in she saw the two prints lying in front of her, and grabbed them frantically.

Freddie immediately launched himself out onto the road after her when it was clear to cross, "Monica!"

She lifted her head as he came over, and sat herself back up.

"Oh my god..." he held his hand out and gently pulled her back up.

She hissed at the pain now in her hip, clutching it. Freddie gently lifted her blouse, ignoring the cars slowly passing around them.

"Oh, you have a large scratch" he fixed it again. "Go easy on it, it'll bruise."

"As long as they're ok." She protectively laid her hands on her bump.

"Oh, you silly goose," he whisked her into his arms. "I thought I'd lost you... and them!"

"I'm sorry... I guess this is going to take some getting used to." She spoke into his shoulder.

The honk of a horn jilted them out of their embrace, "GET OFF THE ROAD!"

"Lets go" Freddie murmured, putting his arm around her and leading her back onto the pavement.

She stopped walking and looked down, hands rubbing her abdomen.

"Monica, what's wrong?" He quietly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I... I failed to protect them" she looked away.

"No no," he lifted her chin. "The night I found out you were pregnant, remember?"

"Oh... yes" she smiled sadly.

"You're in shock," he took her hand. "Lets go home."

"I'm actually feeling hungry," she straightened her trousers. "Can't we stop somewhere?"

"Oh alright... We can get a taxi to Christina's" Freddie suggested.

"Nice idea... she will want to know how the baby-sorry, babies, are doing."

He giggled, signalling a passing black cab, "Hold that thought."

*****

"So, have you thought about names?" Christina stood at the edge of the couples' table, notepad in hand.

Freddie looked over to Monica.

"Well, I feel it's much too early." She replied. "It might be easier to look at them and see what suits."

"Well, now there's two, we can pick something Irish and Persian." Freddie suggested.

"True," Monica nodded. "That'd be nice."

"What about their surnames?" Christina asked.

"Oh shit," Freddie thought. "They can't be named after a fucking planet!"

"Well, that we haven't thought about." Monica said. "It's debatable."

"Even double-barrelled on their birth certs" Freddie suggested as Christina left with their order.

"It does depend on the way their names sound, though." She replied.

"I think we should think about this name thing now, love... Monica?"

She froze when she saw a giant hive of kinky, auburn hair amongst the tables. The hive turned around, belonging to the face of a young girl wearing a pair of high rise jeans and a silk crimson top with a full, red-lipped smile and big amber doe eyes that Monica instantly recognised.

"Kate Bush!" She whispered, awestruck.

"Oh yes, that is quite a bush," Freddie murmured, distracted. "Look at that big hair!"

"No, it's Kate Bush!" Monica hissed, thinking why the likes of her was in a place like this. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it, let's go say hi to her!"

"Calm down a moment, it isn't like it's... it's..." he protested as Monica stood up.

"I know but it's her!" She whispered, pushing her chair in.

The way Monica said that made him feel slightly envious, but he brushed it off.

Kate turned around, sensing the company of two people nearby.

"Hello, dear," Freddie forcibly held his hand out and kissed her cheek. "I have to say a big well done on your debut album."

"Oh, it's F-Freddie Mercury... Thank you!" The young girl shook his hand back and pushing hair back from her face, cheeks flushing pink.

"This is Monica, my fiancé," Freddie gently pushed the beaming girl forward "she absolutely loves it, plays it in the morning when she's getting ready for the day ahead."

"Really?" Kate smiled warmly as she shook Monica's limp hand.

"Oh yes! I think it's amazing, and your songs and voice are really lovely." She gushed excitedly.

"What about mine?" He thought, suddenly feeling a little hurt.

"I'll be at our table, dear" Freddie kissed Monica's lips quickly before giving Kate a wave of acknowledgment and shyly making his way.

"Wow, thank you so much!" Kate giggled humbly. "In the morning? How flattering!"

"Oh yes! I saw you sing The Man with the child in his eyes on Top of the Pops one evening and I just had to go and find you the next time I went to a music shop." Monica babbled.

"So, how long have you been with Freddie?" Kate adjusted the bag on her shoulder.

"Oh, since last summer," Monica replied. "A friend and I were visiting London, as it was her birthday and also we were thinking of going to university here, and I met him... I didn't want to leave him."

Freddie watched across the cafe, the two young woman engrossed in their conversation, waiting for Monica to be done.

"Oh fantastic!" Kate looked down at the hand on her bump. "How far along?"

"Around four months now..." Monica patted her stomach. "We just thought we'd pop in and get things to eat, seeing as I'm getting hungrier. I work here anyway, but it's my day off."

"Wow, I couldn't do what you're doing," Kate mused. "I'd need to take time out for motherhood. I love music too much."

"What you're doing is incredible already," Monica said. "Well done."

"You too," the singer said sincerely. "I mean it."

"You think so?" Monica blushed. "You and I are around the same age and already you're a success, I failed my university entry, and already I feel doors slamming in my face."

"I know so," she took her hands reassuringly. "Being a woman is amazing. Keep doing what you are doing, and don't rush your deadlines. Let everything fall into place. Your life isn't at an end."

He crossed his arms as they briefly hugged before parting ways. Kate turned around to continue her shopping, and Monica came running over, fanning her face in excitement.

"So, was it a fallen angel after all?" He asked playfully.

"She is so nice!" Monica squeaked. "I can't believe we ran into Kate Bush... at the place I work!"

"Poo to that, I work in the same place as other famous people because I am one!" He argued back sarcastically.

"What's your problem?"

"You were never that excited the night we met" he pouted.

"Awww...but Freddie... I have the perfect explanation for that." She said remorsefully, holding his face in her hands.

"And what would that be, darling?" His hands slipping to her waist.

"Ok, well, for a start, I was tipsy. And secondly, I was overcome with so many feelings at the sight of you... just transfixed... I didn't get a chance to compute who you actually were." She turned pink.

The man grinned and pulled her closer, "oh yeah? Guess I was too sexy for you, huh?"

"Exactly, and do you know something else?" She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Tell me" he kissed her nose.

She leaned into his ear, and he giggled when he felt her breath tickle his lobe.

"Sometimes when I hear your voice and music, I react the way I did at the sight of Kate." She whispered, before pulling back and looking up at him smugly.

"Out of all the fan girls through the years," he kissed her lips. "You are my favourite fan girl."

She giggled and kissed back.

"No hanky panky in the workplace, Monica!" Christina playfully scolded her, approaching the couple with the their tray of tea.

*****

Stafford Terrace

"You want to celebrate?" Freddie followed her into the house. "I can prepare something alternative to champagne of you like... we have some of your mother's elderflower cordial."

"I'm tired, my feet are swollen" she stomped up the stairs as he hung his jacket on the coat hangers.

He rubbed his eyes as he followed her, "you know, I'll be glad to miss this shit weather."

She turned around, "Why?"

He took her hand gently, "Remember when I told you that we are considering recording our next album outside of Great Britain."

She panicked inside a little, "yes... You will be there for the birth, right?"

"Darling," he lead her towards the bedroom, changing the subject. "You do know that we haven't even booked into a maternity hospital yet?"

"What are you trying to tell me?!" She drew her hand back.

"Love, calm down!" He sat her down on the bed. "I am not leaving your side! Not with our children on the way! Simply madness. Now will you let me explain?"

She sighed, "alright."

"...we want to record on Switzerland, and partially in the south of France. Much more low profile which is what a band like us needs right now, and no tax."

She looked down.

He continued, "don't get worried. You know, Switzerland has some of the best healthcare facilities in the world anyway. I was thinking, if we get in contact with the embassy and we could buy the health insurance and the twins will be in good hands."

"I don't know, Freddie. Maybe all the moving around wouldn't be such a good idea at the late stages." She stared up at the ceiling.

"The country's a boring hole, I'll admit, and that's a good thing. That's what we need, an serene alpine retreat. Plus, there's a fantastic private hospital in Geneva with a luxurious maternity clinic." He pleaded.

"Won't it involve a lot of paperwork?" Monica added, resting her hand on her forehead.

He grinned, "I have Mary to help for that bit."

She shook her head, smiling into her hand, "you have this all planned out."

He rolled to her "I am just looking out for my family's best interests."

She smiled back at him, "that makes me trust you even more."

He laid across from her and placed his hand on her swollen stomach, "a boy and a girl... hmm. Naming them is going to be tough."

"Don't worry about that yet. Christina was only making conversation." She sighed. "We need to figure out a lot more first."

"Well, I think we have done enough figuring out for today," He rubbed her head. "We need to unwind."

"What do you suggest?"

She kicked her shoes off, "can't we just lie here for a while?"

"Naked cuddles?" Freddie blurted out.

Monica's eyes bugged at the bizarre request.

"I-I miss your body... your skin on mine, I miss the feel of it." He blushed.

"Well," she sat on the edge of the mattress and reluctantly pulled her shirt off. "If it's just that that you miss. I don't see why not..."

He unchanged as she did, resisting the urge to look at her chest as she undid her bra.

"You be a good boy now and don't get up to any drama!" His mind scolded his anatomy as he pulled his boxers down.

He looked away as she slipped under the covers, and when he too was bare he turned back around and awkwardly shuffled over.

"Oh god, it's cold." She muttered as she pulled the duvet tighter around her, but he couldn't take his mind off of the fact that he was about to get in bed with his fully naked fiancé for the first time in days.

He looked up at the ceiling as his arms found themselves around her, resisting the urge to let any sexual thoughts on his mind turn him on.

"Mmmm you were right," she smiled and closed her eyes blissfully, rubbing his chest. "This is rather nice."

"It is" he spoke through gritted teeth, but she was too consumed in his warmth to notice the irritation in his tone.

He looked down at her as his heartbeat quickened, admiring the way she intently watched her own fingers lightly stroking the skin on his upper chest in a circular motion. The intimacy was giving him goosebumps.

"Women are so damn lucky that they're born romantics... And they're lucky to have sexual organs inside their body too..." he thought as she played with his hand.

"They have taken up so much of my strength today." She murmured into his chest after a moment of silence.

"Those two are making their mummy too tired to do anything..." Freddie added playfully.

"Hey, I have been doing a lot!" She defended, lifting her head off of his chest.

"You haven't been doing anything fun with me!" He shot back carelessly.

"Of course I have been doing-wait a second." She stopped herself when she realised what Freddie had just said had another meaning, implied by the way he said it too.

"Oh shit..." he groaned under his breath.

She sat up, "I think I know what you want. You're sexually frustrated, aren't you?"

He blushed, and looked way, "A-A little, but-"

He was interrupted as she crawled onto him and kissed him. Slowly his hands found themselves on her curves.

"Love," he spoke between breaths, not willing to fight her off. "Mmm... stop..."

"Trust me," a playful smile appeared on her face. "I know what I am doing."

"There is no way I'm doing it if you feel pressured to-" he tried to say, but her kisses on his body stopped him.

"Of course I don't! I understand and agree completely... but I can tell that you're in a tense mood these days, baby." She looked up at him with big eyes as she slipped lower and lower down his body. "I don't want to go too far either, but, we have to solve this one way or another..."

He felt a groan in his throat as her lips peppered kisses on his stomach, the pulsating sensation down there only growing as she pushed the duvet back.

"I am just making you feel better, that's all." She continued, her hand lingering on his chest before pulling his hand to her head.

He slipped his fingers through her dark hair as she took it in her hand, her lips kissing the base and upon the sides.

"Fuck...I..." He let out under his breath as her tongue teased the most sensitive part.

She looked up at him as she took him all in between her lips.

He gasped and clung onto her hair for grip as her head moved up and down.

His legs trembled and hips bucked as he felt himself hitting the back of her throat.

"God..." he let out a deep groan as beads of sweat formed on his chest and neck.

He bit his lip and his body jerked and thrashed as she continued, tears streaming down her face.

He was slipping away quickly. He had gone on for too long without these sensations.

"Fuck, you're making me..." he hissed as she felt it trickling down her throat.

She swallowed and pulled herself off of him as she wiped the corners of her mouth, spurt after spurt of cum landing onto his stomach as it twitched uncontrollably and he moaned.

She kissed him, "Are you satisfied?"

He looked up at her breathless as her hand wiped his cheek. Then he pulled her hand to his soft lips and started kissing her fingers one by one.

She giggled and laid across from him as his eyes just watched her, and he stopped what he was doing and smirked.

"What?" She asked.

"You're not getting away with that, you tease." he growled, suddenly leaping up onto all fours and pushing the girl onto her back.

"Freddie what are you doing?" She murmured, but he slid his tongue into her mouth and pushed her arms by her head.

His lips slid down her body gently, in her neck, her breasts, causing her skin to prickle.

"Aahh!" She gritted her teeth. "They're sensitive!"

"Mmmm sorry" he mumbled, nibbling more softly.

He squeezed and gently sucked them, his brown eyes looking back up at her with playful intent as her chest heaved and her hands tensed.

That was his cue to move lower, opening her legs and snaking his way in between them.

"Allow me to deliver some stress relief." He purred, pushing her thighs further back to allow access to her exposed, sensitive area, slinking his arm up along her calf.

He delivered one broad lick, sending a shiver up her spine.

"Freddie..." she gulped.

The tip of his tongue playfully flickered on her as she arched her back. He smirked and squeezed her thighs and bottom as he continued.

She slipped her hand through his Raven locks as he went a little faster, teasing her with gentle pressure.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" He mumbled, his free hand fondling her breast. "Don't you?!"

She barely nodded, jaw dropping and head writing in ecstasy as her fingernails dug into his scalp.

"Tell me not to stop, say it!" He hissed. "Say it!"

"Don't... stop..." her voice shook, thighs trembled, sweat sliding down from under her cramping legs.

He lightly sucked and licked, and she moaned as she drowned in the approaching waves of pleasure.

She barely cried his name out as she reached her orgasm, her body flooding with the sweet agony.

He got back up, licking his lips as he settled back down next to her.

He rolled over to her and rubbed her cheek, "are you alright?"

"Mmmm yeah, are you?" She whispered breathless.

He nodded and gulped down the last drops of her taste, then shuffled down to her bump.

She smiled as he slung his arms around her waist, rubbing and kissing her tummy intently.

"Just making them feel loved" he murmured.

She rubbed his head as he cuddled into her before pulling the sheets over them.

The sun was down and it was dusk outside, and the bedroom was by now dark, with light from the street lamps spilling in through the crack of the curtains and onto the outline of their bodies in the bed.

"You know what my worst fear is?" He continued, speaking into her neck as his fingers lightly danced on the top of her bump.

"Tell me" she moved hair back from his face.

"...what if people don't like them for who they are? ...I mean, what if they make friends with people who only want to hang out with them because of me?"

"This man..." she thought, and shook her head.

"Oh Freddie... with a man like you? A man who only looks out for the best interests of the people he loves?"

"What if we gave them your surname?" He asked.

"Whats wrong with Bulsara?" She asked. "Nobody is going to guess who their father is if he keeps his private life and roots well hidden."

"But the press! They'll see your bump-"

"Not if we're in Switzerland, Freddie." She explained. "Like you said, you plan on going there to get closure."

"That's not all I'm worried about." He looked down, patting a nearby cat's head. "There are more things on the horizon."

"Like what?" She asked.

"Well, I want to be there for them but I don't want them to grow up on a bloody plane or tour bus half the time." He raised his voice in agitation a little. "I can hire a nanny, as I suggested earlier but... their schooling."

"What about their schooling?"

"Just look at how boarding school made me feel about my parents when I was at an age where I didn't know any better." he scoffed, sitting back up and running a hand through his hair. "And maybe it's one of the best options we have."

"Yes... personally, I wouldn't want to opt for it either. But your mum and dad... they did it for the best..." she put a hand on his back. "and you know what?"

"What?" He relaxed a little.

"The fact that you're worrying about this now just shows that you love them too much already... and like your mum and dad maybe the best is all you want for them."

He turned to her.

"The best. It is all I want. I just... don't want them to resent me. I want to have time for them... I don't want them to-to turn out the way I did."

"And what way is that?"

He looked down, "a clingy, angry person. What if that's the only side of me they'll see?"

That was going to be difficult to answer.

"You're not a 'clingy, angry person'," She sprang up and hugged him from behind. "Well, you are rather clingy, cuddle monster."

His hands found hers, "you didn't answer on the angry bit!"

"I don't have to!" She kissed his shoulder.

"Liar!" He shot back playfully. "I've had my moments... and you've been there to witness them."

She laid back down and simply said, "you'll learn."

"I don't know how I'll have the patience with such a short temper." He sighed.

"As a dad you will find strategies." She patted the bed. "And anyway, if you love me the way you do then they'll know too."

He smiled a bit, "what was that you called me a moment ago, dear? ...'cuddle monster', was it?"

She nodded in the dark, and he grinned and sprang onto her, tackling her onto the mattress.

"AAAHHHHH FRED!!" She cried as he rolled about with her in his arms, the cats leaping off the bed in fright, "YOU'RE SQUEEZING ME TOO... TIGHT!" She laughed, prying his arms off her gently.

"It's better than being angry though, isn't it?" He giggled, pulling the blankets back up.

"I suppose," she laid her head on his chest. "I approve."

He smiled and held her tighter, glad that the car didn't knock her down earlier that day, "good."

He swore he felt them moving when she was asleep that night.