you and axl were dating, and have been for a while now. but he was a famous rockstar so obviously people would make up rumours about your relationship.

currently, you’re pregnant, but there had been a rumour spreading around that you had cheated on axl with someone else. you hadn’t— it was a lie! but axl was pissed.

he came home, obviously in a bad mood. “is it true? hm?” he asked, slamming the newspaper down onto the table where you were sitting, reading a book about parenting. “is the baby even fucking mine, y/n? is it?”