✮𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶✮

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ

𝐀𝐱𝐥𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯: I still can't believe I'm a father. I love this woman. I always will love her. I will support her and this baby. This means everything to me. I know I need to make a doctor's appointment, to make sure this little shit is doing okay, this baby I already know is going to be crazy as a shit house rat. With my anger issues and y/n bipolar and obsession problems. This kid will be fucked. I'll still love it though, I have always secretly wanted kids with y/n, we never talked about it though, I just never thought we would be here.

I have been thinking since we will be having a child, I need to marry her. I need to find a ring or buy one. I wouldn't even know what she would really want, I can't get anything too expensive, I'm not rich. Yet. I just want her to be the happiest woman in the world, if I'm doing this, I'm doing it right, I wasn't going to do it on a beach or at fucking Disneyland, Jesus what am I. Not a sellout, I'm doing something she loves, I will propose to her at her favorite show. Joan Jett. I'll get her tickets, I'll do anything to do tickets, I'm thinking about all the shit I still need to do.

I was laying next to y/n she was in my arms, she looked so peaceful, I ran my hand down to her belly. I started to rub it, I still can't believe I'm a father, I brought my head down to her stomach, I started kissing in a circle, she hummed waking up from her peace, "babbbyyy." She murmured under her breath, I loved her morning voice, it was a bit high mixed with moans, it turned me on so fucking much. Maybe that's why we're pregnant. "Good morning beautiful." I say bring my head back to her face and snugging my head into her hair, I love her hair, I love her, everything about her. Nothing could make me not love her.

As she finally woke up which took like an hour, she might be a heavy sleeper than me, when she is asleep she is out, she needed it though, she went through so much shit yesterday, "come axl we need to go to the clinic." Now she is rushing me. What the fuck. What did I do, whatever, I love her though, "I'm coming, I'm coming." I said grabbing my keys, she was already outside waiting by the passenger door, she just looked at me with her head tilted and was bouncing her leg, "get in the damn car." I spoke, before jogging over to the passenger door, "thank you, now hurry up." She looked at me before getting in the car and I shut the door rolling my eyes before getting in the car.

We drove to the clinic, y/n was freaking out the whole ride, asking a million questions, I felt so bad. She has always had anxiety problems, but I tried to calm her down probably ten times, she started to finally calm down, I just kept my hand on her thigh and rubbing it, when we got there, we sat in the lobby with a bunch of fucking jerkoffs, just entitled fucks, i knew y/n could feel the heat coming off my skin, i was so pissed off, I hate waiting, with everything in my being, especially with stupid ass people, they were all giving me looks, giving y/n looks, "ax it's okay." Y/n rubbed my thigh, then she put her head in my shoulder, somehow it soothed me, I started to feel myself calm, I put my head on top of hers, "Mr rose, Ms y/ln, we are ready for you." The receptionist spoke out, with her clipboard not even looking up at us, "you ready hun." I said to y/n, she nodded her head in agreement, I grabbed her hand as we walked over to the room.

"So what are we doing today." The nurse asked with a cheeky smile, she didn't seem too bad, she seemed sweet. "Well I just found out I'm pregnant I wanted to make sure everything is okay." Y/n said in almost a whisper voice, the nurse just nodded her hand, "okay honey, we will see how along you are, and see the health of the child okay." She spoke, padding the couch bed thingy, y/n got up on the couch, she just laid there nervously, the lady asked her to lift up her shirt, she rubbed this jelly all over her stomach, she flinched at the coldness, the lady just looked at this big box , "well sweetheart you're about a mouth long. 4 or 6 weeks, the baby looks healthy so far." She said in a sweet tone, OVER A MONTH?!

We finally finished up over at the clinic. Took way too fucking long, over two fucking hours. To tell me that my girlfriend is pregnant. WE ALREADY KNEW THAT. such a waste of fucking time. When we got home, y/n ran to the bathroom, "hey honey are you okay?" I spoke, knocking on the bathroom door, she opened the door, with her mascara running down her face. In tears. "What's wrong baby." I scrimmage to hug her, "I fucking drank a few days ago, what if it fucks up the baby." She cried into my arms, I didn't even think about that. She smoked too. Like everyday. I didn't want the baby to have issues, I already had an attachment to this child. That was something I was really bad with. I get attached or obsessed with something EXTREMELY quickly, and it wasn't just like a little obsession. No. I would make it my life's goal for whatever it was. Like y/n she is the love of my life. I would do anything for her. I would kill for her. As well as our baby now.

"It will be okay y/n. I will promise you that." I rubbed her shoulders. Laying a kiss on her forehead. I need to made her feel better. I hated seeing her cry. It made me hurt inside. It wasn't fair, she didn't know. But it's has to be too early for anything to hurt the child.

𝐘/𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐯: oh my god, I'm freaking out, I'm just finding out that I'm over a month pregnant, I'm not showing but I'm freaking the fuck out, I might of hurt the baby, I was now dedicated to make sure this baby was healthy and happy. I want to give this baby boy or girl the best life it's ever had. I need our baby to be okay.

Axl was being a sweetheart. He was taking care of me the whole day. Even though I felt fine. I wasn't throwing up. I did want some odd food though. I will say that. All I wanted was kool-aid on pickles. It sounded so fucking good. The second I said I wanted that, axl literally ran to the store, and back. He was being the best. I always felt like he wanted to be a father. He wants to be better than his father and it breaks my heart what happened to him.

I should've known sooner that I was pregnant, I have been throwing up more recently, I thought it was normal, because I threw up pretty regularly, so it wasn't different. I'm still freaking out about the whole drinking and smoking thing. Maybe it was stress? No no. I know what it was.

Holy shit. I did heroin.

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