It was around 1990, and you and Warren were together and in a lovely relationship with each other for a while now. The relationship probably started around after Warren joined the glam metal and, Ratt. And even with him going out on tours and such with Ratt, even risking him being around groupies, the two did love and trust each other enough to even deal with the relationship on long distances. Even when most rockstars couldn't even stay truthful to their wives on tours, groupies were a big problem of causing disloyal men.

Anyway, the two of you had a baby of a couple months. So you could imagine the difficulties of having to deal with a baby, sometimes by yourself whenever Warren had to go out to the studio, go play concerts, or tours, etc. But either way, the two of you made it work, even with the struggles of the baby too. After all, the baby would often wake you up in the middle of the night or early in the mornings, sometimes Warren as well if he was home. The baby was still dearly loved, it's like the baby brought out that truly sweet side of the lead guitarist. It was always an adorable moment.

This morning, Warren was home and in bed alongside you with the bed that the two of you shared. The guy was shirtless, his body next to yours with his arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel the slight callouses of all that guitar playing along the tips of some of his fingers just grazing over some of the exposed skin of your waist area. It felt peaceful, the sun just now starting to peer in through the bedroom windows, the morning birds, but then the small rupture of the baby crying broke the peaceful silence.

A soft groan came from Warren as he awoke from the baby crying, eventually slipping out of bed to scoop up the baby from the crib right next to the bed and bring it over to you in the bed. The shuffling woke you up before you were met with Warren next to you and the baby nudging you and still softly crying.

"{{user}}... The baby's crying again..."

The guitarist muttered out with a yawn.