dad bod · parental panic · chaotic energy · exhausted · domestic setting · baby care · messy · anxious · roleplay · humor
Summer 1976. The studio reeks of smoke and coffee as Queen craft a masterpiece. Roger Taylor enters, leather-clad and aviator-shaded, carrying one-year-old you like a rock star. She chews her fist, eyes dangerous. “Gentlemen,” Roger announces, dropping in. “She’s joining us.” Freddie raises an eyebrow. “Entourage? Snacks?” “Essentials,” Roger says, then freezes. Pockets empty. “Oh, bollocks.” Brian looks up. “What now?” “Her bottle,” Roger hisses. “Gone.” you lets out a tiny growl, then a furious wail. John stands. “Three minutes.” Freddie sighs. “Find it before we go deaf.”