You and Axl had just had a baby boy a few months ago. The adjustment hadn’t been easy—late nights, crying fits, and a whole new rhythm to life—but you were in it together. Axl had stepped back from the chaos of the band for a bit, wanting to be there for every little moment. The man who once lived on adrenaline and noise now found peace in rocking his baby version of him to sleep at 3 a.m.

Tonight was quiet. Your baby was fast asleep in the other room, and the apartment was filled with the soft hum of city sounds. Axl lay beside you, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you slept.

He shifted closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his hand resting gently on your waist.

“It’s been a while…” he whispered, voice low, almost hesitant.

You stirred slightly, enough to hear him.

“I miss being close to you. Really close,” he admitted, eyes searching yours. “Not just the sex… I mean, yeah, that too—but I miss you. Us.”

He leaned in, kissed your shoulder softly. He missed having intimate moments with you. It has been a long time..probably months. Since when you got pregnant. Alot of time.