𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 彡 [s. adler] [✔]

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫!

✧･ﾟ: 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫!

1988

"I can't wait to go on that honeymoon you promised me," Valencia told her boyfriend—husband, with such giddiness that she almost let out a little squeal. The brunette stared directly at Steven who was busying himself in the kitchen—the kitchen that Steven was proud to call their kitchen because the newlyweds were now finally living together—with making some coffee for Valencia. The girl had been staying up all night due to a certain someone. However, that certain someone couldn't help himself. He was still too little to understand what a good night's rest meant. Not that Valencia or Steven could fault him for it since he was just the gosh darn cutest thing in the world.

Steven's head shot up from intently staring at the coffee machine which was churning out black, brownish liquid into the coffee pot below it. The sudden gurgle of the coffee machine made the sleeping figure in Valencia's arms stir a bit, but thankfully, he stayed in the dreamland where he belonged. The drummer, however, made sure to playfully point a spoon in the direction of his wife and sleeping son on the couch. One of Valencia's eyebrows shot up in curiosity whilst a warm and gentle smile rested upon her lips. Valencia had no clue what Steven was going to say, but he looked like some type of preacher about to deliver the words of Christ or something. The spoon in his hand made him seem particularly powerful. Powerful, yet fucking funny.

"It wouldn't be much of a honeymoon with that little troublemaker on our hands," Steven professed with a chortled laugh as he shifted his gaze back to the coffee machine which was still busy grinding up the coffee beans and pushing the finished product into the pot. Alright, so the drummer wasn't wrong necessarily because Bobbi Adler was a handful. The boy—even though he was four months old—was a loud one. He would cry for his mother day and night if it meant getting to spend every waking hour with her. Valencia already had some type of spiritual connection with Bobbi that Steven couldn't ignore or even come close to having with his son. It wasn't like the kid hated Steven, but he would've rather been with Valencia if he had to choose a parent. Bobbi was simply a mommy's boy and nothing would change that.

"Stevie, listen here. Our son is not a troublemaker. He is the most perfect little man I've ever seen. But I am excited to drop him off at Tommy's place because I need myself a few weeks without changing diapers and waking up to crying," Valencia confessed the second part a little more quietly as if Bobbi would hear her or even know what she was saying. Steven shot her a knowing smile and thought about the upcoming honeymoon. He couldn't wait to spend time alone with Valencia. The drummer needed to get away from fame for a short time to actually clear his mind. Steven needed to clear his mind for several reasons. One of them being him constantly needed to put heroin into his body. No, he hadn't told Valencia. And no, she hadn't noticed either. The brunette was too busy with their handsome son to notice the changes that her husband was going through.

"Point proven. He is a troublemaker. Takes after me."

If only Valencia knew the extent of the trouble that Steven was stirring up within his own body. She'd be livid if she found out her own husband was going down the same dirty, drugged-up path that Nikki got lost on. And while those thoughts only lived in Steven's head, Valencia's conscious was clear as day. She only worried about her little man and what he would do by the time he grew up to be the perfect gentleman he was always meant to be. The term was loosely used when describing Bobbi considering he wouldn't ever be one of those prime, proper, high-class snobs who only conversed with other rich pricks. Oh, no. Bobbi Adler would never become one of those people considering Valencia played Mötley Crüe albums on repeat for the boy. The girl at least wanted the kid to be cultured in the art of rock and roll. And he would be a well-behaved member of society...with a taste for music as well.

"Yeah. There's no doubt in my mind about that," Valencia's voice trailed off, stating the obvious about Steven. While making the sly comment, not once did the girl look up at Steven. She just kept staring at her mesmerizing son and how much the kid resembled her. Clearly, Valencia's family had stronger genes, but damn, to have Bobbi look entirely like her was a little freaky in her opinion. Not in a negative way, of course. Valencia was just still petrified about raising a child at twenty-two. What young adult wouldn't be? Some days, the girl found herself thinking about Tommy being right—being right about the possibility of wasting her youth. "He looks so much like me that it scares me. Do you think I'm gonna be a good mother? I mean I'm not really cut out for this shit. Ugh, see! I'm cursing up a storm."

"Babe, calm down. I've watched you be the best mom for the past four months. Our son is lucky to have such a loving mom," Steven soothingly admitted to Valencia as he took a seat on the couch next to his wife with the freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand. Valencia gratefully took it and Steven took the liberty of lifting Bobbi away from the coffee mug to avoid any accidents. The little boy just continued to softly snore with his pint-size hands grasping the air as if he wanted to hold someone's hand. Steven noticed a slight trail of drool leaving the baby's mouth and decided to wipe it away gently with his hand. The drummer might've not noticed, but Valencia's heart warmed up instantly from the newly found fatherly instincts that Steven had found within himself. Valencia found herself thinking about how much of a better parent Steven was than her. In reality, it wasn't true. They were both equally terrible at being parents. Minor mistakes were made, but at least they kept trying and managed to give Bobbi the unconditional love he needed.

"Boy, you sure know how to sweet talk a lady," Valencia said with an overly sweet tone that almost gave Steven a damn cavity. The girl took a sip of her coffee and spit some of it back up into the mug since it was bitter as all hell. The drummer was clearly too caught up to add milk or sugar. Black coffee...yum. But Valencia being the sweetie she was, the girl kept her mouth shut and chose to not complain about the unpleasant, strong flavor of the coffee. Valencia managed to play it off and just put the mug on the coffee table and make the excuse that it was too hot for her to drink. The drummer seemed to believe that and Valencia thankfully dodged a bullet there.

"That's how I fucking got you to marry me in the first place," Steven pointed out, laying back into the soft leather cushion of the couch and watching Valencia's shocked expression. The shock wasn't about Steven's words at all. He was right since his charm and personality was the main reason that Valencia fell for him in the first place. His words were pretty accurate. The thing that didn't sit right with Valencia was that Steven was cursing in front of his infant son. Valencia managed to land a soft hit on Steven's arm and shoot him a warning look. The drummer shook his head in amusement and just simply waved off Valencia's discouragement.

"Watch your god damn mouth, drummer. We got tiny ears listening in on our private conversation," Valencia hissed and managed to keep her voice down so her son wouldn't wake up from his pretty dreams. The girl slapped a hand to her mouth and widened her eyes when she realized that she too had said some bad words. Even if her words had less impact than Steven's, the girl was still ashamed. She was turning into a true mom. Maybe she wasn't responsible most of the time and maybe she wasn't mature, but at least she knew what was good for her kid. If it was up to Valencia, Bobbi would be protected by her for as long as he let her.

"He won't remember me saying it. The kid is in his own world right now," Steven reassured his overprotective wife with a pat on her thigh. Valencia wanted to believe him, but she didn't want Bobbi to grow up too fast. And considering the environment the kid was growing up in made it merely impossible, Valencia still had some type of hope that her son would turn out alright. Just because his uncle and dad were musicians didn't mean anything. Bobbi could still be mannered and respectful. Valencia decided to humor Steven's words and leave it alone. She wasn't going to argue about such things.

"Fine. But if his first word is "fuck" then you and I are gonna have a talk."