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Duff opened the door to his apartment and Vanessa stumbled inside. He looked at her, his eyes pained. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he choked out and she shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he shook his head.
“I don’t know what you expect me to do,” he confessed. “I can’t marry you. I can’t do anything,” she gazed at him.
“Let me escape to here! Let me live here?” he gazed at her like she had two heads.
“Are you crazy Vanessa?” he yelled as he plopped down on the couch and buried his face in his hands.
“Do you want your son Duff, or Hell, even your daughter, growing up around a man as volatile as Axl?” Duff looked away. He couldn’t meet her gaze, he just couldn’t.
“How long have you known without telling me?” he asked her quietly and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
“For about two weeks now but please Duff . . .” she moved closer to him, her lips inches from touching his. Her body was moving aganist his and he ruthlessly held himself back from kissing her or hugging her, or doing anything to her.
She took his hands and shoved them under her shirt so that they were covering her stomach. “Do you want this, your baby, to grow up around Axl instead of you?” He gritted his teeth, furiously resisting the urge to drop to his knees and kiss her stomach where he would murmur to his child contained in her womb.
“Please Duff! Duff, don’t abandon us!” he caressed her stomach, his large hands completely covering it, almost like he was trying to shield it from the world and from Axl. He kissed her gently.
“We’ll leave . . .”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Tonight . . . I’ll pick you up tonight,” he sighed. “But where will we go?”
“Seattle,” she whispered, “We’ll go back to your parents in Seattle. They’ll help us, I know they will,” he nodded in agreement.
“Seattle it is then,” he got up and moved to the door, his hand grasping hers. He turned to her, his hands gripping her next as he kissed her lovingly. A kiss full of promises.
“I will come pick you up at 5:30 on the dot, so be ready to get up and go,” she nodded and he kissed her again gently. “I already lost you once to this guy, I’m not losing you again, especially when your with my child again,”
“I love you Duff,”
“I love you too Vanessa,”
*
Vanessa banged open the screen door and walked out into the gray fog of the early morning, Brandon in her arms and a suitcase in her free hand.
She neared Duff and he gently took Brandon and laid him in the backseat, where he covered him with his blanket. He turned back around, his eyes flickering up to the house. “Seattle’s a long drive from here. You sure you want to do this?” she nodded determinedly.
“Oh yeah,” she replied quietly. He smiled a small smile and kissed her, his hand going to her stomach. They broke apart and he took the suitcase where he put it in the trunk and closed the lid. They both got in the car and with a start, started down the gravel driveway. Vanessa looked back at Brandon sleeping so peacefully in the backseat, his blonde hair framing his face and she wondered how Axl never figured out that Brandon was Duff’s just by looking at him.
She felt tears prickling into her eyes. She was leaving him . . .
She was really going . . .
*
Axl woke up later that morning and rubbed his forehead. He looked around, feeling that something was wrong. He looked to his left, Vanessa’s side of the bed was empty and unmade.
He got out of bed and immediately saw the note lying on the dresser. He snatched it up and his eyes hurriedly scanned it quickly,

Dear Axl,
Sometimes the world throws things at you that your not prepare for nor want. That’s what happened to me.
Axl, Brandon is not your son.
Neither is the child that I am carrying.
I am sorry for betraying you most cruelly, but their father is Duff.
I am sorry again, for hurting you and I do love you,
Love,
Vanessa

Axl crumpled the short letter up and threw it aganist the wall with a pain-filled, yet angry roar. This was all she had to say for herself? That she was sorry?
He buried his face in his hands and groaned. Great. Just fucking great.
Now he didn’t have a son, a girlfriend or a bassest.
*
The door to the manor opened and a woman with long white blonde hair stood in the doorway. Duff’s mother squealed when she saw her son standing on the doorstep and hugged him.
“Oh Michael, you finally arrived! And this here is Vanessa I presume?” Vanessa nodded and smiled as she hugged her. “And this must be little Brandon! Oh Michael, he looks just like you when you were a boy!”
“Mom, can we come in?” he asked and Duff’s mother nodded and moved aside quickly.
“Oh yes, yes of course. By the way, my name is Alice, so if you need me at any time whatsoever, just call dear,” she said to Vanessa who nodded and smile back.
“Michael, your rooms are upstairs and three doors down to the left,” Duff nodded as they climbed the grand staircase and walked down the hall. They opened a door and gently lay the still-sleeping Brandon down before they put their stuff in their room.
Duff hugged Vanessa to him where he gently rocked her back and forth when , shocking to her, tears fell from her eyes. “Does Slash know we’re here?” she felt Duff nod.
“Yeah. I called him after I told my mother and father we were coming and told him everything. Don’t worry, he told me more than a couple of times that he wouldn’t tell Axl where we were, no matter how many times Axl asked and begged and threatened to fire him or beat the shit out of him,”
She laughed a little as he bent her head so that she was looking up at him. “I’m sorry that this whole thing ever happened. The elevator, the hotel room, even my apartment and the hospital,” she shook her head determinedly.
“No! Don’t feel guilty about any of it! We love each other and deserve to be together! Well, actually, I’m not really feeling the love right now,” he grinned.
“Oh really?” she grinned back.
“Yeah,”
“Well, we can easily remedy that situation . . .” he joked at he kissed her passionately. They broke apart for a moment in which during that time, he swept her off her feet into his arms. Surprise flickered through his eyes as he gazed at her.
“Your so light! Is there really something in here?” he joked and she grinned and laughed a little.
“I don’t know, why don’t you investigate for yourself?” she joked. Dropping her down gently, he landed on top of her, her legs firmly around his waist.
Vanessa couldn’t see his face, however she knew he probably wore a huge grin. He was getting his way like he always did: seduction. His gentle caresses and soft kisses brought back so many memories of their nights together. Her head was so misted up with memories of things he’d done to her in the past and what he was about to do to her now, she couldn’t even think straight.
She heard the barely audible sound of a zipper. She wasn’t sure at first if it was hers or his, but a few tender strokes of her inner thigh gave away the answer. She felt her jeans being pulled off her lower half, the rough denim scraping against her overly sensitive flesh. She let a low moan escape her lips; he was in complete control.
The heavy weight, which had been pressing upon her for quite a few minutes, slowly rose off the bed. She heard the dull zip once more, knowing it was now Duff removing his clothing. It was a few moments before he returned again. He leaned over her, without getting on the bed, and placed sizzling kisses down her body, lifting her shirt as he went. Without any ounce of protest, she let him slip the garment off her petite form. Now she was clad in only her panties and bra. With expertise, custom to only a skilled lover, Duff traced his coarse hands playfully over her semi-nude body, knowing exactly how to torture her. His teasing hands slowly found their way to her panties. He slipped two mischievous fingers into the waistband and slowly, entirely too slowly for Vanessa’s taste, he pulled them off her body, exposing her warm center to the coolness of the room. A trembling quake wracked her body, rippling her skin from the inside out.
Vanessa, in the midst of Duff’s affection, had taken off her bra and thrown it into the growing pile of clothes. Without wasting another second, Duff threw his body completely on top of hers, enveloping her entirely. He rubbed his swelling manhood against the inside of her thighs, not yet touching her dripping slit. This action elicited soft whimpers from Vanessa. She grinded her lower half against him in sheer need, silently begging him to take her.
He braced himself with his forearms on either side of her head and, in one languid thrust, was inside of her completely. He waited a moment before removing himself from her tightness with almost as much leisure as his entrance. He slammed himself into her again, slightly faster this time, only to pull out seconds later, establishing a rhythm.
Duff readjusted himself, leaning solely on one arm. His right hand began to wander over Vanessa’s exposed physique. When a callused hand, he found her right breast where he massaged it tenderly, stopping every few seconds to pinch her erect nipple.
Vanessa was in a stupor. The man atop her was providing her with so much stimuli it was hard not to plunge over the edge. She closed her eyes. She tried desperately to eradicate the dense fog that was clouding her mind. When she opened her eyes again she noticed for the first time how perfectly silhouetted he was. The light from behind was just enough to illuminate this godly form, while leaving so much to the imagination. Duff leaned forward suddenly and scooped her up in his giant arms, elevating her off the bed slightly, just enough to make himself slide in deeper.
Vanessa unconsciously wrapped her slim legs and arms around his body. He pumped her rapidly now, his breath leaving him in short ragged gasps. His skilled hand left her breast, assuming a position just above her opening. He massaged her aching clit in time with his thrusts, bringing both Vanessa and himself closer to the end.
Vanessa was completely gone, her sweat soaked body mingled with his in a fervent battle for release. Vanessa was first; she entwined one hand in the cotton sheet of the bed and arched her back, the other arm still hung loosely around his neck. She released beneath him, dragging Duff over the metaphoric edge with her into an abyss of ecstasy. A chorus of moans, utterances, and incoherent words escaped the moist pile of mangled limbs that lay in the center of the mattress.
As the sexual high wore off and the euphoria came to a close, Duff pulled out of Vanessa and took a relaxed position next to her. Not another sound was made as the two drifted off to sleep until it was time for dinner.
*
How many times had he ever made love to her on impulse? He wondered this as he walked down the stairs an hour or two later, his beloved, sweet, dark-haired angel on his left and their son, Brandon, between them, giggling when Duff would lift him up; only for him to hover down over a step or two until he was set gently back down.
He looked at Vanessa who was smiling and grinning alongside Brandon. Their eyes met and he smiled a small smile when they reached the bottom and made their way to the back veranda where they were to eat dinner with his parents.
“Vanessa I want . . . would you . . .” she looked at him.
“What’s wrong Duff?” he looked at her.
“Vanessa would you marry me?” she stayed silent before letting go of Brandon, stepping forward and kissing him passionately, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“Of course I will marry you Duff,” she whispered and they grinned. “I love you Duff McKagan!”



Hey, thanks to all of you who have reviewed over the course of these chapters. I'm thinking that one more chapter, plus a prologue will be left, so stay tuned for the ending!