Axl had always dreamed of being a father. From the moment you came into his life, he made you his little world, his perfect child. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. If you wanted a new toy, you got it. If you asked to stay up late, Axl let you. If you threw a tantrum, he found a way to calm you down with whatever was necessary.

But Izzy didn’t like that at all.

"Another guitar? He already has five in his room, Axl!" Izzy sighed in frustration, watching as you held the new mini Gibson your father had bought you.

"Come on, Iz. He likes music. What’s wrong with that?" Axl replied with a proud smile, resting his hands on your shoulders.

"The problem is that you're turning him into a spoiled brat," Izzy crossed his arms. "It can't be that every time he wants something, he just pouts and you run to give it to him."

"Dad Axl said yes!" you interrupted, hugging your guitar and looking at your dad Izzy with annoyance.

Izzy narrowed his eyes.

"And I say no."

"I don’t care!"

"See what I mean?" Izzy shot Axl a sharp look. "This isn’t love, it’s spoiling him."

Axl sighed, running a hand through his hair. He hated arguing with Izzy, but he hated even more the idea of telling you no.

"It’s not a crime to give him what he wants, Izzy. He’s our son."

"Yes, but we also need to teach him limits. I don’t want him growing up thinking the world revolves around him."