Intertwined Hearts

I never stopped loving you

I knew that I had to wait to contact Slash. Right now laying low was my only option;  It only got harder and harder. It wasn't easy hiding myself; people were going to find out sooner or later. And it wasn't as if I was thinking about killing it for my own benefit. So I called my mom and told her, and so far things were going well.
It was early December of 1988, and I was starting to think about what I was even going to do for the holidays. With my two dogs, theres not too much excitement. Well, there is, but temporarily. My job was pretty exciting as Aerosmith was at its highest peak and things had gone pretty well ever since they got back together. "Angel" got to number three on the top charts. We had started doing some music videos, complimenting Steven's personal image to the story of his songs. That required me to do some makeup techniques, that were pretty fun. Im hoping that we do more of these videos because I always have a good time with them.
Theresa was still pregnant; six months and only three more to go. Hers was going to be a girl and mine was as well. Being around her only made me reminisce, and also think about my future. Im gonna look like that in three months, what the hell am I going to wear? Fucking extra large t-shirts? Im a beautician so these sort of things make me worry about my "natural beauty". But my daughter and his daughter were to be born very close timing.
One night, one of my local friends Rina and Denise decided to take me out. Which, was sort of an awful idea, speaking that I wasn't going to drink, nor smoke, which is basically what happens when I go out with anyone. So I wasn't sure what we were going to do, or what we had in mind. But it was for my own good to get out of my house. We go out for a nice fancy dinner, some shopping and...What do you know? Were entering a pub.

" Ladies, I really don't think that this a good idea ladies," I plead, dryly, " I mean, there's not much for me to do here.
" Honey, there's plenty for you to do here, believe me." What could that mean?

I take a seat on one of the stools, and I tug on my long black trench coat to hide my stomach, not to mention it was almost winter and evenings got chilly after seven. I put a hand through my hair to see better; nobody I knew was there. Although centered was a small stage with some white and red lights, and two guitars. It seemed like they were about to showcase some live music.
I was at ease; the girls must have known. Music is a good getaway. I relaxed, and grinned at them,  only to have them soon afterwards smirk at me. I order a soda and sit in my seat.

" Good evening ladies and gentlemen, " an announcer came out, and the conversations faded, " Hope you're having a rockin' night. We've got one hell of a show for you! So sit tight, and please help me welcome, from Guns and Roses, bassist Duff McKagan and lead guitarist Slash!"

Once again my stomach fell out of my ass. My face paled, and I felt really hot everywhere. Everyone clapped, and I sat there and impatiently waiting, clenching my fists in anticipation. Once I got past the feeling of nervousness, my body relaxed.

He came out, with his curls all in his face, his rusty cowboy boots, ripped jeans and leather jacket. He didn't look out much at the crowd, but Duff, in his denim wear,  made the smallest eye contact with me and I forcibly smiled and looked away.

" You knew about this, didn't you, Rina?" I asked, not particularly with any solid emotion or attitude. I was just shocked, thought I was in a  dream.
" You wanted to work things out, and you can't sort your shit out through a damn phone call. So here's your chance. You're welcome."
" T-Thank you." I said, weak. I didn't feel the confidence to talk to him speaking that he was becoming something and I was pregnant and fragile. But I knew I had to do something; it would prove I didn't want it enough if I didn't. And I do.

" Were gonna play you one of our acoustic songs, Patience from our album GNR lies..." said Duff,  he cleared his throat, " One, two....one two three four..."

They both started playing, and they didn't look up once. But I couldn't get over the song, and that Duff was singing it. It just seemed pretty humble and honest, about nothing other than love during separation. watching him perform is something you cannot not enjoy, or be satisfied with. Just because you can tell how much he reveals of himself through a guitar. The guitar, and how he presents himself is just as strong as a voice. It made me think why I even got mad...why I even decided to think so irrational. I was being selfish; I was putting myself before him and not even considering that he had feelings of his own. Wow. I feel like shit. I can't believe it. But I have a chance to change this, to save our relationship, our friendship, our love....before I screw up and its too late.

They finish the song in a beautiful C sharp chord, by which that time has the crowd is applauding and whistling. I feel a warm tear run down my eye, as I'm applauding them myself.

The club cleared out, as soon as they were done. Duff hugged Slash and Duff packed up the place and told him something, heading out. This was my chance. Not to be a fuck up. I turn my body away from the stage, wipe my face and finish off my soda. A hand touches my shoulder, " Rose?" his voice grumbled in the form of a question. here we go.
I turned, and my eyes locked with his; seeing his face again made me feel most comfortable. I used to wake up to that face every morning. He looked down at my stomach, and he sort of backed away. It was embarrassing, and I turned red and started to perspire.
" Yeah." I choke my words, it hurt so bad. I direct my eyes away from him.
" Y-You....you're um..."
" Yes." I nearly whispered.

For a moment he didn't say anything, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. If he thought that I had been messing around with someone else, and he was trying to make up words to say to me.

" Shit," he mumbles, " I-Is it...mine?" his voice sounds so innocent.
" Yeah." my throat is about to die.
He takes a deep breath, " Okay, well let me just cut to the chase," I swallow my spit down my sore throat, " I knew you were coming tonight. Your friends told me. Steven too." he eyed them, and they grinned, " and I'm happy they did." Wow. Nothing warmed my heart more than to hear that, " I waned to tell you that I'm sorry for being a dick to you in the hotel room before you left. I didn't want this to happen. Shit. I thought you were just done with me. I didn't want us to take a break."
" No it was me," I closed my eyes, to hide how watery they were, " Don't you dare blame yourself for this mess. I overreacted to you and I was being an ignorant bitch. And I hate myself, I am depressed..."
" Rose, what are you scared of? This isn't you. C'mon look at me..."
"  If I look at you, I'm going to cry.."
before I could finish, he grabs me, so that all I can see is his face, " I love you, Rose. I really fuckin do. And I never fuckin stopped."
That's where I lost it, and the tears came rolling down.
" When I said I wasn't ready, I meant that I wasn't ready for you. I want you to have the best, you know? I don't wanna be an ass to you..you deserve better. Marriage is something that is pretty fucking serious. But now that I know how helpless I felt when you left, after our argument, I realized how important you are to me. And...I don't want to live without you. Pretty fuckin scary."
" I'm much more of myself when I'm with you. I need you." I cry, in his arms, my tears dripping onto his jacket. It was really emotional.
" I'm not going anywhere." he grins, as he picks up my face, and plants a blissful, powerful "im taking you back" kiss onto my lips. It's chilly, and I feel like fire in his arms again, " Where you staying tonight?"
" My apartment," I sighed, with a smile, " Nothing special...or big."
He chuckled, " What if I spend the night with you there? Then from there, we can talk about....life after this. I don't want to loose you again after tonight."
I smirked, as if a life size amount of confidence hit me like the wind, " I'd love it."

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