I will translate this one first to 1-800-VINTAGEBITCH 

    The year is 1968. You've been organizing a surprise party for your fiancé, Roger, for four days. But its time soon ends, because the 1st of March dawns, wonderful. You wake the blonde with kisses on his face, wishing him a wonderful birthday. You had planned the day and talked to the other Who guys, to help you. The deal would be for John to go out with Roger in the morning, pretending to need help, while Pete and Keith would help set the party.

  Soon after a special breakfast, John arrives, ready to begin putting the plan into practice. Roger is a little hesitant to want to go out with his friend.

-- But, and you, (Y/N)? I want to spend my time with you! -- He says, worried.

-- Don't worry, Rog! Go help John, and I promise that when you get back, we'll do something special, you and me! -- You reply, hoping that he will accept. He smiles and kisses you long. John rolls his eyes.

Soon after, the two go out the door and you take a deep breath before you start packing. Soon Pete and Keith arrive. You don't care about gift, after all, you have a perfect gift and are sure that Roger will love.

While you do the dishes, the doorbell rings, and after you've dried your hands, you'll rush to the door, bumping into those two of your friends wearing the funniest suits you've ever seen in your life.

-- My God ... Pete, what is this? Moon, do not laugh because yours is so strange! -- You talk, pointing to the multi-colored suits of both. Crying with laughter, you make room for the three of you to enter your home.

-- Hey, (Y/N)! Those suits are fashiong, all right? We bought it yesterday at a Carnaby Street store! -- Pete complains, smoothing the fabric. Moon nods.

-- Fashion among six-year-old girls? -- You mock, laughing louder and louder.

-- None of this! But let's stop this and start this decoration! -- This time it's Keith who speaks. -- I don't know until when Ox will be able to roll Roger ...  

-- Right, right... Well... I was going to ask you to buy some things out there, but I'm not even crazy to let you two go out like that, so I'll go out and buy what I need and you make the cake! -- You conclude, noting that Pete and Keith exchange worried looks. -- What?

-- It's just... -- Pete starts.

-- Well... -- Keith complements.

-- Are you going to tell me that you've never made a cake before? -- You ask, and they nod. You shake your head negatively. -- Boys, just follow the recipe! You can't go wrong! There's a cookbook on the kitchen counter ... And the ingredients are all in the cupboard or in the fridge! There is no mistake! -- You talk and they agree. -- I'm going to leave and I'll be back in a couple of hours ... When I get back, I want to find this cake in the oven! And woe to you if you set fire to MY kitchen!

-- You're the boss, (Y / N)! -- Moon imitates a military act and Pete copies it. You roll your eyes.

-- Right... See you soon, guys... -- You say goodbye, before taking the car key and out the door but without first hearing Moon shout "BLUE APRON IS MINE!". Those two fools will end up messing up, you think.

Leaving aside your worries, you start driving around London in search of the things you need, such as cups and disposable dishes. "I'm not going to be washing up afterwards!" You mutter. Also, you buy drinks and some snacks. You also buy useless things from parties and decor items. About two and a half hours later, with everything bought, you return to your home, afraid of finding a disaster.

You get out of the car, open the trunk and start taking out some bags.

-- PETE! KEITH! COME HERE AND HELP ME TO TAKE THIS OF THE CAR! -- You scream, coming in through the front door, when the two boys appear through the kitchen door. Once again, you do not hold yourself, and you weep with laughter. This time they both came out wearing aprons, Moon's such a blue apron, and Pete's, a yellow of little flowers, one you'd gotten from Roger's mother about three years ago. Both with white faces of flour, casting ugly glances at you. But soon they accept to help you take the bags and boxes out of the trunk.

You are impressed when you enter the kitchen and find it all neat, no mess, and a simple cake, decorated with frosting, on a tray, on the countertop. When the two boys come in through the kitchen door, loaded with boxes, gasping for weight, you smile.

-- I liked to see! The cake looks beautiful! And everything is neat! -- You congratulate.

-- Hum ... Ah, it's ... You've seen ... How we are ... Experienced ... -- Moon talks, and Pete chuckles behind him. Your expression turns serious, and you cast them a menacing look.

-- What did you do? -- You ask, angry.

-- We didn't do anything... Did we do something, Pete? -- Moon asks, all innocent.

-- No Keith... We didn't do anything... -- The taller man complements, but you look at them even more angry. -- Ok! Stop looking at us like that! Looks like you're killing us with the look! I'll tell you ... We bought the cake at the corner bakery ...

-- We tried to make one... But someone forgot the milk and the eggs! -- Moon says, looking at Pete.

-- Now it's my fault? It wasn't I who confused a teaspoon of yeast with literally a spoonful of tea made of yeast! -- Townshend accuses him.

-- Guys, stop! No matter who did what ... At least we have a cake! Now stop competing to see who is more bewildered and come help me organize everything! We don't have much time! The guests arrive in two hours! And I still have to go shower! -- You speak, worried.

-- Do you want to know, (Y / N)? You can go there and get dressed ... We'll take care of the decoration ... We've had several parties after shows. -- Peter speaks, putting his hands on your shoulders and leading you up the stairs.

-- Really? Do you swear you can? I promise I'll get ready for it quickly and I'll come and help you ... But before you start packing, you're going to take that flour off your face, put those aprons in the drawer, and PLEASE put on decent suits! -- You talk, up the stairs. You hear Moon mutter something to Pete, something like "She's very nervous!" You laughed at the comment. You go into your room, close the door and start packing. Take a partially delayed shower. In your wardrobe, you get a knee-length dress, silver, and you wear it. Pack up the hair and make a simple makeup. You look at the bedside clock and find that it took a little over an hour to get ready.

You come down to help the other two, who welcome you with whistles and praise. You also praise them, since they changed their ridiculous suits into more stylish shirts. The decor is already taking shape, the boys really are doing a good job. You help with the last preparations and soon you notice that everything is perfect, well in time, since the bell rings, revealing the first guests.

It doesn't take long and the great room of your house is full of people. Several musicians and artists talking to childhood friends and family of your fiancé. Soon Pete, who is by the window, shouts that John's car parked.

-- All in silence! He is coming! -- Do you speak. Turn off the lights. Soon, you hear footsteps coming from outside and the sound of the knob turning.

When Roger, accompanied by John, walks in and turns on the lights, you shout "SURPRISE", just like everyone else present. Roger smiles, touched and half shy, waving to everyone. You approach and kiss him passionately.

-- Surprise for the love of my life! -- You speak, hugging him.

-- You don't existe, (Y/N)! I love you! -- He speaks, kissing you again, but you are cut off by someone who is clearing his throat, or rather two people.

-- We helped too, ok? -- Moon speaks, folding his arms, and Pete nods. Roger laughs.

-- Do you want kisses of thanks too? -- He speaks playfully. Pete and Keith make faces of disgust, jokingly, and push Roger, who tries to get closer to embrace them. You laugh a lot at the scene. John, who is by your side, laughs, too.

-- Thank you John! Was it really hard to keep him busy? -- You ask, turning to the man at your side.

-- Ah... No! All I needed was to ask Roger to help me choose some clothes for the next tour ... You know what he's like ... He loves to make a guess when it comes to clothes ... -- He remarks, laughing. You agree, laughing too.

The party is flowing. You meet new people and you get pretty much 100% of the time next to your loved one. Soon it is time to cut such a cake. Everyone is gathered around Roger. You, who are by his side, light the candles with a match and everyone sings the famous song. Peter and Keith, as well as other drunken guests, sing the song exaggeratedly, dancing and gesturing. Everyone laughs and applauds Roger, who takes a spatula and cuts the cake. He gives you the first piece along with a kiss. You thank him and ask for a minute of silence.

-- Well, Roger... It's time to give you your gift! -- You talk and everyone applauds. Moon shouts a "Uhuuuu!".

-- Gift? Ah... You didn't need to worry! -- Roger says, smiling.

-- Rog, I'm pregnant! -- You talk, excited. Everyone is silent. Rog looks at you, not believing. He begins to smile and embraces you excitedly, letting tears flow out of his eyes.  

-- Pregnant? You mean ... I'm going to be a father? -- He speaks, happy as ever.

-- Yes, Rog! You're going to be a dad!

-- And US... hic... we're goint to be... hic... UNCLES! -- Pete shouts, raising a bottle of beer.

-- Ah, I can't believe it! I love you so much, (Y/N)! -- The blonde kisses you. Everyone lets friendly expressions come out of their mouths. Roger runs his hand across your belly, smiling.

-- Rog, I think we'd better split the pieces of cake ... -- You talk, laughing at the blonde stroking your belly, distracted.

-- Yes... Sure... -- He speaks, coming back to reality, cutting more pieces of cake.

Due to pregnancy, you don't drink a drop of alcohol, but that doesn't stop you from having fun like never before. As for you, for Rog this was the best anniversary of his life.

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  That's all!!! I promise I will translate my imagines as soon as possible!!! <3 <3 <3