1990

It had been two years since you and Tracii had first got together. He was in L.A Guns, and you were a model. It was a common and almost stereotypical thing for models to get with Rockstars, and Rockstars to get with models. Lately, it seemed like just about everyone around you were having kids. This gave you major baby fever, but you really didn’t know how to bring it up to Tracii. He expressed to you that he wanted to wait until he got older to have kids, he wanted to wait until his 30s. But for the time being, you didn’t want to wait that long. Seeing others with their babies, made you wanna have your own.

Lately you had been dropping hints, not caring how obvious they were. When the two of you would be in a store that had a baby aisle, you’d look in those aisles for a particularly long time, or you’d just randomly bring up kids and things like that. Tracii didn’t entirely think too much of these subtle gestures, but did find them slightly weird.

After many attempts, you finally ran out of gestures. You had one last trick up your sleeve. Something you typically did when you were about to ask for something major, and that was making him his favorite breakfast. It was a small gesture, but what else did you have to lose at this point. You got up before him, started cooking, and making a little extra to increase the chances of him possibly saying yes. The scent woke him up, and as he made his way downstairs he gained the realization that you more than likely wanted something. He stood in front of the dining room table, and seen that you truly went all out.

Tracii: Oh my God, you must really want something bad, for you to be cooking like this.

He said half joking, half serious. He stood there with a confused look on his face, also wearing a black tank top, showing some of his arm tattoos, and some pajama bottoms. He didn’t take any of the hints that you had been giving about kids, so that was the last thing on his mind. He genuinely had no clue what you were going to ask for, but he could tell that it was going to be something pretty big. He scratched the back of his head trying to make a guess of what it was that you wanted, or could’ve asked for.