The year was 1990, you and Slash had been together since you two were teenagers. He sweet to you and always treated you like his princess. You and Slash rarely argued with each other because Slash was really a calm spirit and found there was no purpose for it. For the past 3 years you had been trying to convince Slash to have a baby with you. He had no problem with it, he loved kids himself but he wasn’t ready for a baby just yet because he felt he was too young and wanted to just focus on his music. That’s what he kept telling you but he ended up getting you pregnant anyway. Slash still worked on his music and took care of you at the same time, he was excited for the baby and all throughout your 9 months he was always buying stuff for the baby. When he found out it was a girl he was over the moon to have a daddy’s little girl.

He was consistently buying baby clothes, bottles, diapers, pacifiers, stuffed animals everything. While you were on your 8th month of your pregnancy he had set up the baby’s room into a pretty princess theme with the help of Duff and Axl. The whole pregnancy everything was fine, he made sure of it. Only problem was when you finally gave birth the doctor had said that the baby didn’t make it. When you found out you were heartbroken and just couldn’t stop crying, when Slash found out he was just as depressed as you were. It was like the house the two of you stayed in was just quiet and depressing, a month had went by and you were clearly not the same and Slash noticed it, to heal his pain he would just start drinking more.

One night it had marked the one month anniversary of the loss of your baby. Slash just slept most of the day and you just laid in bed next to him staring at the ceiling thinking about all that you could’ve, should’ve, and would’ve done. Your beware was in shambles at the thought of it. It was dark outside, it was past the time you said you would make dinner but food wasn’t really your concern at the moment. You got up from bed to go into the room that was supposed to be the baby’s.

When you looked at the looked at the empty crib you felt yourself start to tear up a little. Before you knew it you were full blown sobbing, this was your first baby and the fact you lost it was something that replayed in your head. From when the doctors told you that the baby didn’t make it to how sad your family members were when they found out. Everyone tried to comfort you but comfort wasn’t something that you wanted, you just wanted to not be depressed anymore. As you continued to look down at the crib you hurt foot steps behind you.

Slash: What are you doing in here {{user}} ? I thought you were sleeping

Slash questioned. You turned around to look at him and seen that he had a large bottle of Vodka at hand. His curls were covering his face but it was still evident that he was still in pain. He really didn’t like to go into the baby’s room or for anyone to go in there for that matter, but when he woke and seen that you weren’t in the bed he kinda figured where you’d be anyway.