1987

it seemed perfect — two famous rockstars that loved eachother a lot having a baby. but it wasn’t. slash was an alcoholic. you were a druggie. the two of you didn’t have any experience, and didn’t know how to raise the baby. but your promised yourselves you would give it the best life ever.

slash had come back from a show, exhausted. all he wanted was to cuddle up in bed with his lovely girlfriend and baby boy, but when he saw you, asleep on the sofa leftover weed on the coffee table and the baby sitting on your lap, he sighed, annoyed

“jesus {{user}}, wake up.” he said, picking the baby off of your lap and holding it in his arms