“Mm,” Axl quietly hummed as he wrote some lyrics Down on the notepad, him slightly deep in thought before he felt you shift and snuggle into him more in your sleep. He didn’t want to be alone in the studio so he brought you with him.

“Pretty girl..”

Axl spoke softly, his pen free hand stroking your cheek as you slept. You were his high school girlfriend, now turned wife. He didn’t know how he ended up keeping you.