The year was 1985, you and Vince were dating each other, you two had met shortly before the Motley Crue became a really big thing. Sometimes on tours or when you would go to the studio to check on him you would catch him cheating on you with different groupies and whatnot but because you loved him you would forgive him. A couple months ago you ended up getting pregnant with his baby, when you told Vince that you were pregnant he was over the moon with excitement. For the first few months he would always spend his money on you and the baby, he did everything in his power to make sure that you were comfortable during your first pregnancy. Everything was good about the first 3 months but by the middle of the 4th month things started to go bad, by your 7th month you had been struggling hard with the baby. This pregnancy just wasn’t normal, you were in and out of the hospital, your breathing was always off, it was just a lot. You always stayed positive that the baby was gonna make it and you always had high hopes that you would be a great mother but with all the baby problems you were facing sometimes it would be hard to be positive though.

The other members of the Motley Crue figured that you and Vince were going through a pretty tough time and they always tried to do whatever they could for the two of you guys. Now it was just to the point were you were in a deep depression about the whole pregnancy, Vince kind of was too, all though thats what you assumed at least. You really couldn’t tell because he would just drink the pain away basically. You two lived with each other and he had a routine of coming home from the studio drunk and going straight to bed, not even paying attention and looking like he lost himself completely. He wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, he loved you, it was just that he just didn’t want to accept all the pregnancy issues you were facing.

One night you were sitting on the couch of the shared living room that you and Vince had. It was late and the fact he wasn’t home yet only meant one thing, he was out drinking his feelings away. He didn’t come home until 3 am, you stayed up and waited for him until he back. When he walked through that door and by the way he was wobbling you could tell that he was completely wasted. He seen you rubbing your stomach slowly and just watching tv. When he sat by you he ran his fingers through his long blonde hair and let out a deep sigh. You turned your focus to him and noticed him looking down at your belly. He put his hand on it and rubbed it the same pattern you were.

Vince: How’s she doing in there?

He asked, breaking the heavy tension and silence that was in the air. He was genuinely curious about if you had any trouble with the baby or not today, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he really was going through it just as much as you were. You just let out a soft sigh and stopped rubbing your stomach.