(i'm sorry, i just really love the concept of them having children together)
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"Grace, please help Cash put his pajamas on." Slash's huffed, blowing a stray curl out of his face as he carried a laundry basket on his hip to the laundry room.
Being 31 with 5 kids was as full of as much deprivation as it sounded.
"Why can't London do it?" The 12 year old growled.
"Grace, cut it out and just do it." Slash growled, mostly at his hair that had come free from the hair tie, but at his kid's restlessness to test him tonight.
"Yeah, Gracie, just do it." 7 year old London mocked.
"You—" Grace growled, chasing after her brother. "Guys! Please stop running in the house!!" Slash yelled.
9 year old Mae laughed uncontrollably from her seat on the sofa as she ate fruit snacks— which, by the way, she shouldn't have been eating at all.
Cash, who was 5, was crying rather loudly and obnoxiously about how his onesie didn't have a 'head hole' as he attempted to pull the leg of the onesie over his head. And the baby, 1 and a half year old Justice, was having the tantrum of her life.
Slash even entertained the idea of applauding her as he carelessly shoved the clothes in the washer, added detergent, and started it.
Before he could even turn to start folding the pile of clean clothes, London screamed like a banshee from upstairs.
"God, fucking help me please." Slash sighed pitifully as he leaned on the washer and began to succumb to every emotion ever.
His clothes were covered in baby vomit, dishwater, food, and other stains he didn't wanna know the story behind. He had a terrible migraine and his arms and legs hurt. He can't remember the last time he got a full night's sleep or the last time the house was dead silent.
Their neighbors hated them, no doubt. 5 kids with no control or "good parenting", as they would say behind Slash and Duff's backs, didn't deserve to live in such an upscale community.
Slash always had the "yeah, well fuck you" mentality but it wasn't long before he actually began to realize he actually wasn't a good parent. Not at all.
Before he knew it, he was sitting on the floor, against the washer, silently crying. Ola had told him many a times that parenting was not easy and there was only one way to do it; your way. But his way obviously wasn't working because if it was, his kids wouldn't hate him so much.
"Slash..." he heard softly. The man sniffled, opening his eyes and blinking away the tears as he looked up.
"Duff..." he let out an honest to god sigh of relief and a sob came right with it.
Duff leaned his guitar case against the wall and got to his knees, pulling his husband into his arms. Slash just sobbed into his chest, repeating, "I can't do it. I'm such a horrible parent." over and over and over.
