Tw: mentions of drugs/alcohol
1972
Like any rockstar, drugs and alcohol were essentials in life, alongside their music. Addictions always forming quicker than they'd expect, and their money being thrown out the window to fuel those addictions that they couldn't kick. That just so happened to the man that you had fallen for back in 1965, when The Rolling Stones were really starting to take off.
Back then, he was more dependent on cigarettes, but hadn't touched anything else other than a little amount of grass and some booze here and there, making you believe that he would be the perfect guy to settle down and eventually start a family with; you were sadly mistaken though.
A common accident was made, leaving you to carry his child for nine months, thankfully Keith was really good about the whole idea of being a father. He even was in the delivery room when she was born, and in no time he was spoiling his daughter like she was a princess.
That was until he got into some physcadelic drugs that soon turned into cocaine and heroin. Once those addictions formed you kicked him out, and rarely let him see yours and his daughter, not wanting her to see her father either drunk or high. Nor did you want her to grow up surrounded by those substances and a dad that abused them.
Now, lonely as ever, you began to really miss Keith, and realized how much you were really in love with him. And the fact that your daughter always wanted to go through old pictures that captured you and Keith in content moments, or hear stories about you both didn't help your longing for him.
"This was daddy and I back in 1965, on our first date, two years before you were born" You spoke pointing to the black and white photo of you with Keith's arms wrapped around your waist, smiles plastered on your faces, as you stood in front of his old Cadillac. It felt like yesterday since you experienced your first date with him, and how you made out with him later on that evening in that car.
"You and daddy were pretty together" She said, and you couldn't help but laugh at the five year old's comment, before looking at your watch to see how close it was to her bedtime.
"Well, it looks like it is almost time for you to go to bed, babe" You announced, knocking on the front door soon catching your attention instead of your daughter's groan, that was followed by her small footsteps running up the stairs to her colorful bedroom.
"Melanie, mommy will be up there in just a few minutes!" You called out to her, and headed over to the door. The guitarist on the other side enduring his fourth day of being completely sober, all because he couldn't stop thinking about you or Melanie, and really wanted you to give him a second chance to prove himself.
You opened the door and were immediately greeted by that handsome guitarist, who actually looked clean compared to how he'd look when he was on something. The longer you stared at him like you were frozen, the more you felt the need to be with him again, and the more you remembered why you fell for him.
"Y/n, looking stunning as always" He took a drag of his cigarette, and grinned. His dark orbs looking your frame up and down, making your cheeks heat up and your eyes dart to the ground, so Keith couldn't see that he was still capable of making you blush. You couldn't stay looking at the ground forever, and had to interrogate Keith about this reason behind his surprise visit
"What do you want, Keith?" You asked, looking up with a poor example of a firm look, anyone could probably see that you were about to crumble being so close to the love of your life.
"I wanted to see you, and Mel" Keith stated, throwing his cigarette on the ground outside, before lightly pushing past your frame before you could close the door on his face. As much as you were still in love with him, you couldn't have him around Melanie yet, considering that she would have to witness her own father either down a bottle of Jack, shoot up, or do a few rails of coke off a nearby surface at some point in her life.
"That's nice, maybe if you got your shit together and quit being so heavily dependent on booze and drugs I'd let you see our daughter more often" You said, folding your arms across your chest after you closed the front door, while Keith looked around the familar house that he used to consider home. But ever since you kicked him out a year and a half ago, he was left to find a new place that didn't even compare with the warmth and calmness inside the house you and him used to share.
"Why do you have to be like this? She's my daughter too, and you gatekeeping her really frustrates me" Keith finally retorted, being completely honest about how your selfish and ignorant ways tore him away from seeing his little girl.
Of course, Keith understood where you were coming from when you said you didn't want him around until he curbed his addictions because it might've affected Melanie. At the same time, Keith wished that you would still let him visit her more frequently, instead of only letting him come over once a month.
"I guess you should've thought about that before you started shooting up, doing rails, and chugging booze like it was water. Fuck, why would you even take up those habits when you knew you had a daughter?" You questioned in disbelief, still not understanding why he would swap the people that he loved in his life out for sleazy drugs.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm some bad guy all because I made some bad decisions. And last time I checked you kicked me out, I didn't willingly get up and leave you or our daughter for the drug life" Keith looked at you subtly biting on your bottom lip, knowing that it was true that you kicked him out in the first place, but only because you couldn't have some drug addict around your daughter. Nor could you watch someone that you love lose themselves in a world that you didn't understand, and then refuse to get help.
"And you know why I kicked you out in the first place, Keith" You sighed, and Keith just scoffed. Neither one of you were in the mood to fight with eachother, but there you guys were bickering with your daughter having the potiential to hear it.
"Listen, I didn't come here to fight with you. I came here to ask for a second chance" Keith admitted, and you looked at him with small look of shock. You didn't know if you could trust him with a second chance that he was bound to break, but at the same time you didn't know how much longer you could go without him.
"I don't know.." Your voice trailed off, and Keith stepped closer to you, hooking his index fingers into the belt hoops of your denim bell bottoms, looking at you with an almost pleading look plastered on his face.
"Please, Y/n, you know I can't live without you. Fuck, I'm trying to give up the drugs, all because I want to be in yours and Mel's life again" Keith said with a sincere tone laced within his voice, a tone that made you consider handing over that second chance
"Please?" Keith felt like a fool, begging for a girl to take him back. You weren't just any girl to him though, you were the love of his life, and that's why he needed you so much.
With one last sigh, you decided to crack, and decided to give him one more chance. If he broke that chance he was gone for good, and you would just have to scold yourself afterwards for completely ridding him.
"Fine, you've got one last chance, so I suggest you use it wisely" You felt a smile tugging on the corner of your lips, and Keith mentally sighed out of relief that you were welcoming him back into yours and Melanie's life.
"Yes, ma'am" Keith grinned, and soon placed his lips on yours. The feeling felt almost foreign, but it still didn't fail to make your stomach flutter with butterflies, and your mind feel like you were on a different planet. You kissed him back, cupping his face with your hands, the kiss getting more and more heated the longer you both felt yourself become needy for eachother in a lustful way again.
It didn't take long before Keith had you pinned against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his waist, and his lips left to pepper your neck with kisses. Neither of you could resist the other one, considering that you had both been starved of the love and affection.
You had to cut the moment short though, remembering that your daughter was probably wondering why you hadn't tucked her in yet, or what the commotion downstairs could've been.
"C'mon, Richards, we've got to say goodnight our daughter. We'll continue this afterwards" You grinned, and removed your legs from Keith, starting to head up the staircase with him following closely behind.
He was beyond glad that you gave him a second chance because he knew that he wouldn't be able to live without you or Melanie. And you on the other hand, were just glad to finally have the love of your life, and father of your daughter back in the picture again.
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