Young to current Axl

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1992

The soft, tinkling laughter of the woman filled his ears. He smiled to himself, watching her reddened face heave, begging for breaths. Her beautiful lips were parted and drawn in the form of a wide smile.

He made her laugh. It felt good to know that he was the reason for her laughter.

Although the young man loved the woman's laughter, he loved her eyes more. Her beautiful, sparkly, mirth-filled eyes were his favourite feature.

At first, his intentions with her were not to be pure. He wanted a good lay. He saw her remarkable beauty, and he knew he wanted to fill her with every inch of himself. Desire consumed his being.

However, as the night continued on, he couldn't help but want more than a simple one-night stand. He wanted to spend his life with her.  He wanted to awaken every morning to see this sultry beauty beside him in bed. He wanted to witness her gorgeous eyes flutter open blearily, a soft smile gracing her tender visage.

Instead of telling her this, he offered to take her out later on in the week. She happily agreed, her beautiful eyes smiling joyously.

At the sight of her smiling eyes, his belly and chest filled with small tingles, causing him to shiver in delight.

This woman would be the death of him.

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1996

His heart broke as he heard the sobs of the woman. He had no intentions of making her cry. Now that her sobs could be heard through the door, he knocked tenderly to make her aware of his presence outside the door.

Her sobs stifled, and she sniffled, mumbling for him to enter. The young man, now sobered up, sat next to her on the floor. He wiped her tears with the pads of his thumbs, and he carefully examined her reddened face. She hid her gorgeous eyes from him.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered, pulling the woman into his chest. Her crying increased, her tears soaking his black t-shirt. He rubbed her back soothingly, quietly singing the lyrics of "Don't Cry".

When the song was finished, she had calmed down. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

"Look into my eyes, baby," he said, moving his hands to her soft cheeks. He examined her sad eyes, scolding himself mentally for dimming the light inside of them.

"I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you, baby. I said a lot of things to you that I shouldn't have said, and I am so sorry, baby. Don't think for one minute that I'm not sorry. I love you so, so much, baby. I never meant to hurt you. You don't have to forgive me, but just know that I'm sorry," he said, observing her eyes for a reaction.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, showing that she forgave him. The young man smiled softly.

"I'll go clean up my mess. You just relax and take it easy, baby," the man said, rising from the floor. The woman began to smile softly, although her heart was still a bit broken.

The man's anger had spun out of control, and it was directed toward her. The man, in the heat of his fury, said awful things to the poor woman. She knew, deep down, that she would still hurt to recall the memory, but she forgave him.

She loved him. Hell, she loved him so much that she was going to marry him in two months. Although, she also knew that if his ways remained the same, she would have to leave him.

The young man sat down on the leather couch, head in his hands. He couldn't believe the words he had spoken to that beautiful woman. Her eyes, although glistening with tears, were still beautiful. They were the only thing stopping him from doing worse things.

He took in a shaky breath. He needed to get help.

He stood up from the sofa, determined to do her right. That beautiful woman sitting on the floor of his bathroom upstairs was never going to be treated like that again; he was going to make her feel like a goddamn Queen, and he was going to love her, protect her, and stay by her side at all costs. He would make sure of that.

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2001

As the sounds of the crowd faded, the man sighed. It had been a while since he'd done anything like that, and to him, it was apparent.

He meandered through a hallway until his eyes landed on his dressing room. He slowly opened the door, hearing a baby babble, and the woman cooing gently to the small one. A smile made its way into his features.

The woman looked up at the sound of the creaking door and smiled softly toward the man. The man caught the gaze of her gorgeous, crystalline eyes, still blindsided by their beauty.   His smile grew as he watched the woman he loved shift their son into his arms.

The man pressed a gentle kiss to his wife's cheek, causing her to blush. He smirked at the sight. He was the one to make her blush.

His pride was short-lived, however, when his son reached up and grabbed his nose. The man simply smiled down toward the infant, and he pressed a kiss to its little forehead.

The woman watched the interaction, filled to the brim with her love for the boys. She wrapped one arm around her husband, while her other hand stroked the baby's smooth cheek. She leaned her head on the man's shoulder, watching as he interacted with their small child.

The man always loved babies. He'd always wanted a baby. He felt that he could've had more babies if, perhaps, he'd gotten his extreme tempers under control long ago.

He left the thought alone and gazed into the babe's eyes. They were brilliant, like its mother's. The thought of his darling son sharing eyes with his beautiful mother made the man's smile grow.

The woman pecked her husband's cheek, watching his soft, fatherly expressions toward the small child in his arms.

The way he acted, anyone would've believed the babe to have been born hours prior, however the babe was three months old. Still, the man gazed at his small son with the most tender and sincere of gazes.

Slowly, the man pulled away from his small world in which he and his small family were the only inhabitants, and he faced the reality of having to pack up and get in the tour bus.

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2007

The man was awakened by hushed whispers and giggles. He smiled, shutting his eyes tightly to feign sleep.

The children pounced on their father, pressing sloppy kisses to his face. He growled playfully, wrapping his arms tightly around his two children. He pressed a kiss to their cheeks, before averting his gaze to his lovely wife, who stood in the doorway.

She smiled and stepped lightly to the bed. She sat down next to her husband and children, giggling as the children pounced on her.

The man smiled, watching the eyes of his wife. He made the observation that ,as she tickled their children in an act of revenge, her eyes lit up, sparkling with a sense of mischief and joy. His smile grew at the beautiful sight.

The woman paused momentarily to study the watchful gaze of her husband. Her smile grew as she noticed his eyes trained specifically on her. She blushed under his weighted gaze.

His smile turned into a smirk. Quickly, she averted her attention back to the children, who had now turned on one another.

The man felt pride rise internally. He made that beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, amazing, kind woman blush. After all these years, only he could make her blush as if they had just met.

It was at this realisation that his children once again flung theirselves onto him, showering him with affections galore.

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2014

The man sat on his leather couch, sighing in exhaustion. Thirteen year old boys are hard to handle, especially when they wrangle their nine year old brothers into being mischievous as well.

Luckily, the boys obediently did as the man asked, and they cleaned up their mess. Had they not done so, the man would be at wit's end.

The man heard the quiet sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs. He didn't acknowledge it, knowing that it was the boys coming to apologise.

He heard the soft call of "dad," and sighed in response. His sons came into his view, guilt apparent in their features.

"We're sorry, dad," the thirteen year old said. The nine year old nodded. The man only smiled, motioning for his boys to near him.

"It's alright boys. Come on, give me a hug," the man said, pulling his sons into his chest. The boys pulled away from his touch, standing up again.

The man looked into their eyes. Both of them shared their mother's gorgeous eyes. They were so brilliant, but they glimmered with an undertone of sadness; perhaps the sadness' source was the fact that the owners of those gorgeous eyes upset the man and his sick wife, tiring and irritating them.

"Go apologise to your mother. She's probably pissed about that obnoxious game you played earlier. Make sure you be careful, though. You don't want to get sick too," the man warned his sons.

Both boys muttered a "Yes, dad" and headed upstairs to check on their ill mother.

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2019

The man opened the door gently, knowing his family would welcome him home and shower him with affection once they spotted him.

He was correct in guessing this. His wife, still as beautiful as the day he met her, came bounding toward him, grinning from ear to ear as soon as she heard the door.

The man smiled widely, pulling his wife into his chest. He kissed her passionately on her still-luscious mouth, and she returned the favour with fervour. Their only reason to part was the disgusted sounds that were emitted from their teenaged boys.

The woman turned a nice shade of beet red, turning to face her sons. The boys, although still grossed out, attacked their father with hugs.

The man kissed each of his sons on their heads, which the boys protested against playfully, knowing they secretly loved when their old man was feeling affectionate.

The man finally observed both of his sons carefully, smiling at the nice young men they became.

The oldest, now eighteen, was the spitting image of the man in his youth, with only the woman's eyes to prove that he was, in fact, not a total carbon copy of his father.

The youngest, now fourteen, was a mixture of the man and the woman. Although he still was not fully developed, he had his mother's eyes, face shape, and smile, and he inherited his father's hair, charm, and body type.

Both young men were extremely handsome, charming, and mischievous individuals, taking after their father more-so than their mother.

The man noticed one common aspect of his sons, and it always stood out as his favourite thing of all; both his sons and his wife shared those vibrant, radiant, jubilant, sparkly, admirable, brilliant eyes.

And he couldn't have hoped for anything more.