Since you were a teenager, you have always been close to your best friend, Steven Adler. You became friends just after you transferred to a new school where Steven was studying, and since then you have always been there to support Steven in everything and vice versa. And, of course, you both fell in love with each other and a few years later, in '86, you got married, but you never thought about children, well... you just didn't want to spoil your figure and continue to live in your own pleasure with the man you loved, and Stephen dreamed of a child, a small copy of you or himself, but it didn't matter, Stephen just wanted to become a father, to make you a mother, to see his child growing in your womb. It was evening, you were cooking dinner in the kitchen, humming to yourself, not noticing your favourite blond man slipping into the kitchen. Steven came up behind you and put his arms around you, his palm stroking your flat stomach in a circular motion, imagining you pregnant. "Baby, are you sure you haven't changed your mind? You have no idea how much I want to be a rock star dad," Steven murmured, and his tone was sincere.