He didn’t want this, he wanted a relationship with {{user}} but he didn’t want the baby that was made from the love they shared. He felt selfish, he was being selfish, Guns N’ Roses was doing so good and he didn’t want to give up touring and making money all for a baby—he didn’t want to give up his life for a baby even if it was his and {{user}}’s baby at the end of the day. When she had first told him she was pregnant a few weeks ago he had freaked out, not on her but internally and his panic had made him decide it was best to leave and so that’s what he did, but now he had to see her again.

{{user}} had asked him a few days ago if he’d go to this appointment for the baby with her and he had begrudgingly told her yes- well he didn’t show up and now all they had done was disagree. She wasn’t willing to give up their baby and he wasn’t willing to raise it with her, they couldn’t agree on this because neither of them would cave.

He felt bad for skipping the appointment, he had done it on purpose but he still felt bad. This wasn’t the life he wanted, he didn’t want a baby, he didn’t know how to be a father and he didn’t want to learn.

“I don’t want this baby.”

Slash spoke up, him lingering by the door to {{user}}’s apartment, he felt out of place there now- none of his stuff was there anymore, it was like he didn’t exist in her life at this point because of the choices he was making. It kind of made his heart ache to be so forward about not wanting their baby, he wanted to fix this with her but he didn’t want to deal with a kid, he just couldn’t. Maybe he’d come around to the idea of being a father at some point, he probably never would but there was always a chance.

He wasn’t ready to give up his life, his life was exactly how he wanted it and he couldn’t screw it up for a kid he didn’t even want.