Guns N Roses: A Second Chance

Chapter Two: Alcohol

Duff's P.O.V.

I stared at him. Little Duff stared right back. It felt like a staring contest, except this time I'm having it with myself...He blinked and cocked his head.

"Ga ba?" He asked seriously. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Sure whatever you want kid." I said smiling as I gently picked him up. I felt his tiny hands clutch at my hair and I couldn't help but smile. So...this is what it's like to raise a kid. I found myself thinking as I walked into the kitchen. I sat Little Duff down on the counter and opened the fridge. To my horror there was no beer in there! I sighed to myself as I picked up Little Duff. Ever since Axl hooked up with Angel we got a hotel, money, free food, and hot showers. It was cool but I had no idea what she'd do now that we've got these little guys....

I walked out of the kitchen and walked outside. It was raining lightly and I could feel my "son" shudder lightly. Fuck I wish I had grabbed a jacket...I thought as I put Little Duff in the back seat of the car. He stared at me, his blue eyes full of innocent curiosity as I got into the driver's seat. I chuckled a little and began to drive. On the way to the store Little Duff kept "talking" in baby language. No idea what he was saying but I saw him smiling and heard him giggle once in a while so I guess he was happy.

As soon as we pulled into the store and I got out he began to whine fearfully. I quickly got worried and gently got him out of the car. I felt him rest his head on my shoulder and I smiled slightly. We walked into the store and I placed him in a cart. We began to move through the aisles, looking for the beer. Beautiful ladies kept staring at us and I wonder if it was because of my make-up or because I had an adorable baby with me. I soon found out when I got into the beer row.

"Awww that's a cute baby!" A sexy woman cooed as I pretended to look over the beer.

"Thanks." I muttered as I glanced at Little Duff. He was pointin' at something...I looked and saw it was a big bottle of Jack Daniels. "Hell yeah son! You've got good taste in beer." I said cheerfully as I placed it in the cart. He giggled cheerfully and I laughed as we bought the beer. In the car I placed him next to the big bottle. He started to chew on the top. I chuckled and got in the driver's seat. God if it's this easy to raise a baby then this is heaven! I don't get why parents with babies complain so much...Little Duff began cooing again and I sighed contently. Fuck....this is so damn easy...the kid entertains himself pretty much.

Back at the hotel, I sat Little Duff down and poured myself some Jack Daniels. No sooner that I finished he grabbed the cup and drank a little bit.

"Oh shit! Little Duff don't!" I cried, trying unsuccessfully to get the cup away from him. I had only poured half a cup (And it was a tall glass) but he still drank it all. He was giggling when he finished and I got an odd feeling in my stomach. Fuuuuucccck Little Duff! Already a heavy drinker like me and you're not even...two years old. Heavy drinker?! Oh hell no! "No Little Duff." I scolded, pulling the cup away.

"Bad." I repeated, shaking my head at the bottle. He only stared at me blankly. I don't think he realized what he did was wrong...I realized as he played with a stuffed animal laying around. I sighed to myself as Little Duff let out a giggle. As I watched him play I got a sickening feeling in my chest. And a thought I hated but couldn't push away. Little Duff just had a taste of the end.