Welcome to the Jungle, Sweetheart

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

              "Michelle, Michelle relax," Axl said, trying to force his deep voice to sound as soothing as possible. But he was in pain being that Michelle was making his wrist bleed, so his voice was coming out all high-pitched and squeaky.

"How can I relax!? I'll be growing him in my belly for nine whole months and all he's going to do in return is kill me in labor!" 

Axl replied calmly, trying to peel her fingers off his arm, "Michelle it's gonna be okay..." 

Michelle growled at him, clawing his wrist more, "YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO ME MISTER, YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHOSE GONNA HAVE TO PUSH A PUMPKIN OUT OF HIS VAGINA."

Axl swallowed, alright, I guess today's gonna be another round of panicky pregnancy hormones.

He didn't really want to think about what that would feel like, he'd heard it was extremely painful. Worse than any stomach ache he'd ever have to deal with. More than any hard fuck Slash had given him, which was saying something 'cause Axl thought that was fucking painful as hell. But he guessed birth was worse. At least fucking was a good pain. Pleasurable agony if you will. With Slash anyway. Fucking chicks never hurt that good. He never thought he could die from an orgasm with any chicks. But with Slash he thought he was pretty damn close.

But labor must be a whole other fucking level of pain than sex. Of course though it'd be something he'd never have to experience himself, for several very obvious biological reasons.

He wasn't quite sure why specifically today she was freaking out, but I guess that's Michelle for you. One day she was panicking about labor, the next really symptomatic, the next one worrying about what happens after she gives birth, and if none of those she was sleeping. Axl never really knew if she was always that anxious or her pregnant lady hormones threw her out of whack.

Not that he was really much better mood swing-wise. And he wasn't pregnant. I guess Slash is lucky I'm a guy 'cause if he got me pregnant I'd be a whole fucking lot worse.

Izzy was getting irritated frequently because not only had he always had to deal with Axl but now Michelle behaved similarly and he couldn't handle two moody women in one house.

But Axl at least noticed that Michelle was getting that cool pregnant lady glow and she had the cutest baby bump. She didn't really have any maternity clothes though so she just began stealing t-shirts from the guys that were large enough, not that her baby was very big yet. You could hardly even see the baby underneath Axl's Thin Lizzy shirt.

Axl was very strict though that when her baby got really big she wouldn't wear it anymore because he really liked that shirt and didn't want her to stretch it out. He already hid his Shit Happens one because he loved how that shirt hugged his body and how it was cropped to show off his abs. Slash liked how it looked on him too but of course he'd never say that.

Michelle grumbled breathlessly, "Ugh I can't, can't even stand, I'm seeing stars again," she panted. She kind of wobbled, backing up to lean against the wall. 

"Okay okay," Axl said, taking her arm, "Come on, sit back down, you know the doctor said you might be dizzy and breathless around this time." Michelle growled a little in frustration but nodded, letting him lead her to the couch.

She flopped onto the couch, one hand on her baby and the other on her head. "Ergh... Being pregnant sucks..." she mumbled, rubbing her belly as she regained stability and vision returned to her eyes. 

Axl sat down next to her, and Michelle thought for a brief moment he winced as he did so but she figured it was nothing when he was fine again in a second. "I imagine," he said, shifting in discomfort, but she didn't particularly notice.