"Daaaddd! I wanna play my video games!" Their 12-year-old, Ezra, whined as he pushed away Slash's laptop. Slash sighed, plopping down at the table with a beer as Axl cooked dinner in the kitchen.
Axl was pregnant and Slash would have never allowed him to do this much moving around, but Axl informed his husband that he would stoop as low as biting if Slash tried to stop him. Slash gave up trying because he was not in the mood to deal with that type of behavior right now.
As the redhead came to place the plates on the table, he snatched the beer out of Slash's hands before he could get it to his lips, and disappeared back in the kitchen. Slash narrowed his eyes at the man before looking back at his son.
"Well, that's not my problem. While schools are closed, you will do your work." Slash retorted to his son, pushing the laptop back in front of the child and sending his husband a look when the man placed a glass of water in front of him. No way was he drinking that. Not after a whole day of hearing Ezra and Khailo whining.
They'd only been in quarantine for two days and Slash already wanted to crawl out of his skin.
"Go play until dinner's ready, Ez." Axl closed the laptop and picked it up from the table.
"Thank you, Ma!" The child beamed, jumping up from the table and running upstairs.
Slash made a noise betrayal, staring at his husband in shock. "I was trying to be a role model parent!"
"By opening up a beer and demanding he do work during a national health crisis?" Axl retorted, placing a hand on his hip and giving his husband a look.
"Don't you think it's fucked up that the world is falling to pieces and they're giving our children work?"
He sat the laptop on the counter and approached his husband. "Let him be a kid for while, huh?"
Slash sighed, pulling his husband into his lap with a small smile. Axl's back was to his chest as he laid his hand on Axl's 8 and a half month belly and smiled. "He's almost here."
"Thank god. He's been kicking me in my bladder since he could move." Axl rolled his eyes. "Three boys...I'm gonna be ran into an early grave."
Slash just smiled, pulling Axl into a gentle kiss. Every second their lips were together, it got more heated. Axl rested his hand on Slash's cheek and the brunette retaliated by squeezing Axl's thigh.
In the beginning if their relationship, years and years ago, Axl quickly caught onto the fact that Slash was infatuated with the thickness of his ass and his likewise thighs.
"Dadaaaa!!!" Speak of the devil.
"Yes, Khailo?" Slash reluctantly drew back from the kiss.
The three year old stumbled over to his parents and outstretched his little arms.
"He's all yours, babe." Axl stood and made his way back to the kitchen. Slash sighed, pulling his son into his lap.
"Dada.." The child hummed, snuggling his face into Slash's chest. "Mmm, someone wants cuddles." Slash chuckled softly. The child nodded, clutching Slash's shirt in his hands and staring up at him with large hazel eyes.
"Okay, honey, let's go cuddle, huh?" Slash scoops the child up in his arms as he stands, making him giggle uncontrollably. Axl smiled from the stove as Slash carried their son past him and to the living room where they flopped down on the sofa.
If you would have told him twelve years ago that he'd be married with his own home, two children, and one on the way, he might have just laughed in your face.
And if you told him he'd be married to a man- not just any man, but his best friend? He might have just broken your jaw. Axl grew up with the likes of God beaten down and berated on him. It hurt to smile, it was wrong to laugh, god hated when you had fun, Stephen hated when you didn't listen.
Mama cried, Stephen yelled, Amy hid, Stephen found her, Stuart prayed, Stephen tore him down. And Axl ran. Ran when he had to, ran when he didn't. He was scared. And he ran, with the promise to come back and get his family away from this terror.
He did. Three years later, after settling in Los Angeles and finding himself a steady job as an actuary for some up and coming company. He was earning more money than he'd ever imagined.
He was smart, they said. Smarter than anyone they'd met. And believe anyone who said it cause he was smart.
He set his family up in their own apartment while he put himself through night classes so he could work through the day. Then he met Slash, who was an up and coming musician.
Slash was as talented and smart as he was beautiful.
It was a mistake, them bumping into each other, but it never did them wrong. Never.
Axl smiled at the memories and finished dinner. He set the food on the table and quietly went to the living room to hear Slash talking softly to their son that was cuddled to his chest.
"And you won't need mommy's milk anymore, right?"
"No! Mommy milk!" Khailo whined. Slash fake pouted.
Axl giggled. "Boys, time for dinner."
Slash looks up and smiles. "Finally." He cheers.
"Finally!" Khailo repeats as he's lifted into the air by his father and treated as an airplane as they head for the kitchen.
"Ezra! Dinner!" Axl yells before following his husband into the kitchen. Footsteps hammer down the stairs and Ezra slides into the kitchen.
"Dad, I killed everyone in Fortnite. I'm the only one with a high killing streak!"
"Fortnite? What's that?" Axl asked as he plated the food — some pasta he'd learned to make from Duff.
"It's a really cool game." Ezra briefly says before shoving garlic bread into his mouth.
"Ez, please slow down." Slash chuckled at his son as he feeds little pieces of garlic bread to Khailo.
"Axl smiled, but gasped when he went to take a seat and a sharp pain shot through his belly. The table went silent.
"Honey, are you okay?" Slash asked.
Axl looked up and gave a wry smile as he laughs, a hand on his belly as he sat down. "He's just kicking. I think he'll be a soccer player."
Ezra giggles, but Slash stared at him for a moment longer until Khailo was whining for papa to give him a noodle.
After dinner, Slash rushed the kids upstairs to get cleaned for bed, but they begged him to watch Frozen 2 before bed and Axl said it was okay, much to Slash's fatigue.
As the redhead stood in the kitchen cleaning dishes at the sink, he felt a pain shoot through his belly again. This has been going on for hours, but Axl didn't pay it any kind. He was used to the pains of pregnancy by now, but these pains hurt.
His soapy hands clutched the edge of the sink until the pain faded. He than took a deep breath and continued cleaning as he heard his boys rush downstairs.
"Mommy, come on! Watch with us." Ezra called from the living room.
"In a minute, honey! I'm cleaning."
I got a giddy 'ok' in response. A few moments later, Slash entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Axl's waist, pressing his body against his.
Axl giggles. "Tired?"
"Mmhm...just wanna fuck you until you scream my name." Slash murmured. Axl gasped, blushing as he whispered, "Saul Hudson, watch your mouth."
Slash smirked, "I could watch your mouth on something..." Axl gasped again.
"Can you at least wait until the kids are asleep?" Axl whispered as his husband ran his hands up his sides, then licked one of his hands before trailing it down the front of Axl's pants.
Axl let out a soft moan, turning his head to connect his lips with Slash's.
"Mmm, can you?" Slash hummed teasingly, as he gently stroked him and deepened the kiss.
Axl could feel precome build at the head of his cock and he whined. "Slash,...the kids."
"They're watching TV, don't worry." Slash grinded his hard cock into Axl's ass and the redhead moaned. Slash quickly covered those soft pink lips with his own and whispered, "You don't want them to catch us, huh? Gotta be quiet. Can you do that for me, baby?"
Axl nodded as Slash squeezed his cock.
Axl moaned into his mouth, "Please..."
Slash chuckled. "Please what, baby?" Slash stroked him faster.
Axl threw his head back onto Slash's shoulder and whimpered. "Please make me come, daddy."
Slash bit his lip, quickening his hand.
"Daddy! Mommy! It's starting!" Ezra shouted from the living room.
"I'm coming baby!" Axl moaned, gripping Slash's arm as he spilled over his husband's hand. He meant that literally and figuratively.
His green eyes slowly opened and he lifted his head, pressing his lips against Slash's.
"Come on." Slash wiped his hand on a dish towel before taking a step back. "The boys are waiting." He smiled wickedly.
Axl just frowned in confusion. "What about you, baby?"
"What about me?"
Axl pointed at the obvious tent in his pants.
Slash shrugged. "It'll go down." He said, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and a pack of popcorn.
"Just go sit down, okay?" Slash places a kiss on Axl's cheek before placing the popcorn in the microwave and ushering his husband from the kitchen.
Halfway through the movie, Khailo fell asleep in Axl's lap, using his belly as a headrest. Axl had his legs crossed and his head on Slash's shoulder, having fell asleep fifteen minutes in.
Ezra was still awake, head resting on Slash's other shoulder as he watched with wide eyes as Elsa began to truly see her past for what it was. Slash would never admit it, but he was just as into it as Ezra, wanting to see what would happen in the end.
"Dad, is Elsa dead?" The child whispered, careful of Axl and Khailo's sleeping.
"Fuck no. Queens don't die. And neither do princesses." Slash scoffed.
"Okay." The child simply replied, keeping his eyes on the television before promptly speaking up again a few minutes later.
"I wanna be a princess then."
Slash paid no mind to that, cause who fucking cares? If his son wanted to be a princess, he was gonna be the finest fucking princess ever.
"Cool." The father replied.
"Dad," Ezra sat up, voice more stern. He looked down at his lap and Slash had to pause the movie. It was just getting interesting, goddamnit.
"What's wrong, Ez?" An eyebrow raised in concern.
"Have you....have you ever felt like you weren't in the right body? Like you're a small person hiding in the shell of someone you don't want to be?"
"Of course. All the time when I was younger."
Ezra's eyebrows furrowed. "You wanted to be a girl?"
"Oh, no. Fuck no." Slash quickly shook his head. "Why? You do?"
The child swallowed and nodded, looking down.
"Fuckin' fine by me." Slash went back to the movie.
"Wait, that's it?"
Slash looked at Ezra. "What? I was a mulatto ass gay kid growing up California, your mom was a gay ass firecrotch from the country, and we somehow met in between. I got him pregnant three times already. You bein' a woman ain't the craziest this family has seen and believe me, there will be more crazy." Slash chuckled.
Ezra laughed at his father, a big smile plastered on his face. He rested his head back on Slash's shoulder and they finished the movie.
In the end, Slash ended up with his whole family asleep on him. He could've stayed there but he knew the sofa was bad for Axl's back and honestly his too, so he begrudgingly woke Ezra up and told him to take Khailo and go to bed.
The preteen nodded sleepily, gently grabbing Khailo and shushing the child when he whimpered and clung onto him as they ascend up the stairs.
"Axl..." Slash gently kissed his husband's forehead.
"Mm?"
"C'mon. Time for bed." Slash stood and stretched, laughing when Axl fell onto the sofa and opted to laying there.
"Come on, babycakes, the bed is more comfortable. And we can cuddle."
Axl slowly sat up and Slash took both his hands in his own and helped his pregnant husband stand. He turned off the television and helped Axl upstairs.
Once they were undressed and in bed, Slash turned the lights off and pulled Axl into his chest, where the man rested his head.
He didn't mind this. Day two down. However the fuck more he had? He didn't know. But he could do this. They all could.
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