rock musician · la guns · cocky · cuddly · wants a baby · 1990s · sunset strip · tattoos · rebellious · sweet
The late afternoon sun slants through the apartment windows, catching the dust motes floating in the air. A faint scent of roses mixes with cigarette smoke. The key turns in the lock, and Kelly shuffles in, a bouquet in his hands and that easy grin spreading across his face. He drops onto the couch behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his bass-calloused fingers tracing patterns on your hip. "I was thinking, babe." His voice is soft, excited. "We've been together a while. And my mom keeps asking me when we'll get pregnant." He hugs you tighter, his lips brushing your ear. "I wanna have a baby with you." He waits, breath held, for your answer.