Everyone was heartbroken. Cliff was funny and nice, it was easy for Hollywood Wasteland to get along with him and they bonded very quickly. Liam had called up Frances once the band got to a hotel and told her the news and that he'd be going home.
Frances had gone home before Liam arrived so she could make a cozy and soft place for them to cuddle and she'd make him feel better. She made him a cup of coffee and set it on the coffee table and put a few cozy blankets on the couch.
Frances watched the rain pour down from the kitchen window, with her coffee cup in hand. She saw Liam's old ford truck pull up in the driveway. This man can be as rich as Bill Gates but still would want to be simple. That's what he was a simple man. Their house was a small three-bedroom. It was nothing fancy, but that's nothing Liam wanted.
Liam unlocked the door and walked in. He was soaked but didn't seem to care. Frances could tell Liam was tired. He seemed really sad too. Of course he was. Someone he knew had died. "Hey, baby," Frances said walking up to Liam. "Hey, love," Liam said. He pressed his lips against Frances's. No matter how sad or upset he may be, Liam never missed an opportunity to express his love for his wife.
Liam and Frances sat on the couch. Liam softly rubbed Frances's stomach. "Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you, I'm still alright to smile. Girl, I think about you every day, now. Was a time when I wasn't sure, you put my mind at ease. There's no doubt you're in my heart now. Said woman, take it slow and it'll work itself out fine, all we need is just a little patience, said sugar take it slow and we'll come together fine, all we need is just a little patience," Liam softly sang to both mother and baby.
Liam always found comfort in his father's music. Ever since he was little. It made him feel like he was never alone. And now he got to share his love for music with his wife and daughter. No matter what life throws at him he has to remember. Nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain.
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Sweet Child O Mine.
FanfictionWilliam A. Rose, A.K.A Liam was born in the summer of 83 to his loving father W. Axl Rose and a mother who treats him like garbage. With a fighting urge to make Axl proud and show his mother what he's made of Liam forms a band with an unlikely group...
