Mötley Crüe imagines.

6- kids ||m.m

I stood in the kitchen cutting vegetables and throwing them in the slow cooker as Mick leaned against the counter , chewing on a chunk of carrot as he crossed his arm , waiting for our sons to come home from school.

As if on time , my 9 year old walked in and dropped his back at the door before running Mick and practically crashing into him.

Mick groaned as he rubbed his sons back. I sighed and placed the knife down before lifting a single brow "Hunter , be careful !"

Hunter looked past Mick and frown apologetically and I tilted my head to the side , causing my hair to slightly sweep into my face.

"Oh , he's alright , Y/N." Mick reassured as I smiled at him.

Nothing was sweeter than seeing Mick with his children. He was funny , sweet , generous and compassionate to the boys - but most importantly , he loves them.

And that was what I loved about him the most.

"Where's Ben ?" I asked Hunter , who now sat himself on the counter top.

"Talking to a girl." Hunter shrugged.

"A girl ?!" Mick and I both questioned , somewhat shocked.

Hunter nodded his head happily. "Yep !" He exclaimed , popping the 'p'.

Mick turned around to face me , his eyes brows lifted and his eyes wide as saucepans, while I quite simply blinked , my jaw hung open slightly as my eyes flicked from the door to Mick.

"Do you think he's ..." , he started in a low whisper , "ya know , with her ?"

"I ... I don't know ?" I answered before I looked down to Hunter , who flickered his big blue eyes between the two of us , confusion was obvious.

"Hunter." Mick started. "Is Ben with that girl ?" He asked , chucking his head to the side , as if motioning to the door.

Hunter shrugged innocently before adding; "I dunno."

Mick and I turned to stare at each other , I pulled my lip out as his brows knitted together. We stood like this for a little bit before I made my way towards the door.

"What're you doing ?" Mick asked as he followed.

"Sussing it out." I informed , poking my head outside the open front door - noting that Ben hadn't noticed our presence - and leaned against the frame.

There , on the asphalt street - where weeds grew within the cracks and pot holes were hard to miss - stood our 15 year old son , Ben. His long blonde hair fluffed up in the breeze , putting his single dangling earring on display. He wore a black 'Iron Maiden' shirt and jeans that he had ripped himself. The girl , who's hand he held so tenderly , was quite a pretty young lady that wore a beige 'Fleetwood Mac' shirt and a black skirt , her orange hair being tied up in a floral bandana.

They seemed so different yet perfect. A sweet couple of kids , if I do say so myself.

Mick stood next to me , snaking and arm around my shoulder and pulling my head to rest on his chest as we watched the two. We watched our son grow up. In front of our very eyes.

And it reminded me of a couple of kids that I once knew.