Dream On

Come Meet My Husband Everyone

When Axl woke up, he could feel the weight of someone's arm draped around his waist, holding him in place securely. He blinked slowly a few times, his eyes trying to get used to the morning light that peaked in through the half closed curtains -and really they ought to remember to shut them next time.

He turned around and was immediately greeted by his husband's sleeping face and really he could melt at the sight, because Slash looked adorable, curls messily sticking at every direction, mouth half open, soft snores escaping every few seconds.

Carefully, trying not to disturb his sleeping lover, Axl got up, left a sweet kiss at his husband's forehead, picked out some clothes from the closet and made his way to the bathroom to change.

He put on a pair of light washed jeans and a simple white t-shirt, brushed his hair leaving it in soft waves around his face, and made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.

He prepared two hot cups of coffee, two sugars for him and his sweet tooth and none for his husband, as he idly wondered how Slash could drink what he considered straight up poison.

Next, he got out two bowls, poured some cereal in each one, got the milk out placing it next to the bowls -he didn't want to pour it in yet, because who liked soggy fruit loops- and poured two glasses of orange juice as well.

That was as good as it was gonna get, he figured, this was as far as his skills in the kitchen went, but that was alright, because Slash was the one who prepared all of their other meals and Slash was a phenomenal cook, not that he would ever admit it to him, when the guitarist teased him about his inability to even cook an egg.

He took the two cups in his hands and went upstairs again in their bedroom, slowly opening the door and placing the mugs in his husband's nightstand, careful not to spill the hot liquid.

He sat at his husband's side, who turned around as the bed sifted from the extra weight, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Morning" he muttered, smiling up to Axl, sleep evident in his voice.

Axl just went down to kiss him in response, handing him his cup of coffee when they separated and letting his fingers play with Slash's wild curls, pointlessly trying to tame them.

They drank their coffee in silence for a while, Axl's fingers still in Slash's hair, both enjoying each other's company and their few peaceful minutes together. After they finished their coffee they shared one more kiss before getting up, Slash going to the bathroom to get ready for the day, and Axl going to wake their little ones up for school.

Firstly he went to his daughter's room, softly knocking on the door, before just pushing it open to reveal his little angel still peacefully sleeping. He opened the windows letting the sunlight fill the room before he bent down on the ground next to the bed, softly trying to wake the small girl.

"Ellie" he whispered. She didn't budge.

"Ellie" he repeated a little louder. No response. Just like her daddy he thought fondly, recalling the million times he would yell at Slash to wake up and the younger man would just turn on to the other side, completely unbothered by the noise. The little girl was so much like Slash it terrified him sometimes, even though physically she looked much more like him, with her red locks and adorable green eyes. She wasn't his biologically –she was neither's, they had adopted her when she was just a couple months old- but it just so happened that she looked like him and he couldn't really complain.

"Ellie" he repeated once more and the six year of old stirred in her sleep.

"Go away" she mumbled pulling the pillow over her face and going completely under the covers.