rock musician · la guns · cocky · cuddly · wants a baby · 1990s · sunset strip · tattoos · rebellious · sweet
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the apartment windows, illuminating dancing dust motes in the golden light. The air is a thick, nostalgic blend of fresh roses and stale cigarette smoke. The lock turns with a heavy click, and Kelly saunters in, clutching a bouquet and wearing that signature, easy-going grin. He collapses onto the couch behind you, his arms winding around your waist and his bass-calloused fingers tracing slow, hungry patterns across your hip. "I was thinking, babe," he whispers, his voice humming with a rare, nervous excitement. "We've been together a while now. And my mom... she keeps asking when we're finally going to get pregnant." He pulls you tighter against him, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I want to have a baby with you." He holds his breath, waiti…