Chapter Five: it's just a crush

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Marci's POV

I had been nannying for the Sixxes for a little over three weeks, and as the days went on, I started to find my "nannying rhythm,"  — I familiarized myself with the house (no more getting lost trying to find the bathroom for me), and started picking up on the kids' little quirks. I learned that Storm could only wear her socks inside out because she didn't like the feeling of the seam touching her toes, Decker could play peekaboo for hours and Gunner didn't like crust on his sandwiches.

Frankly, the kids weren't hard to win over — they loved me since day one, which I found incredibly endearing; it also didn't take me very long to fall in love with them. Nikki on the other hand, was slower to warm up.

But despite Nikki's pace being on the slow side, I felt like we were both growing more comfortable around each other with each passing day, and honestly shaping up to be a pretty good team. He was also by far the best "boss" I'd ever had.

On the days Nikki was home, he and I ate lunch together while the kiddos napped. Sometimes we'd talk, other times not so much (I quickly learned that he, like myself, was very much an introvert). Although when we did decide not to be hermits, our conversations tended to be one sided — Nikki was the one who asked all the questions while I did most of the talking. Occasionally, he'd give me a Mötley Crüe update or accidentally share a personal detail or two (he once even briefly brought up his divorce, but dropped the subject almost immediately, only feeding my curiosity more). I gathered the things he said like puzzle pieces to assemble later — puzzle pieces that would eventually reveal the person behind Nikki Sixx, the rock god.

And at the pace we were moving, I knew it would be awhile until I had enough pieces of the puzzle to make a whole picture. Luckily for me, I had time. The market for film school grads was just as crappy as ever, and I wasn't in too much of a rush to relinquish my title as "Nanny Marci" — after all, 800 bucks a week to spend the day at a mansion taking care of three adorable kids was a sweet gig and a major step up from Stanley's.

Honestly, everything was going great...until I realized that I (and I really hated to admit it) had developed somewhat of a little, teeny, tiny, insignificant crush on Nikki.

And it all started two days ago.

Flashback to two days ago:

"Shit, I'm going to be late for my meeting," Nikki muttered, as he scrambled to get ready.

It was just another hectic morning trying to keep everything afloat at the Sixx household. Nikki was running late for a meeting while I was getting the kids ready for the day; I had to take Gunner to school that day, and after, I was going to take the little ones to the library for an outing.

"Are you taking me to school, dad?" Gunner asked Nikki from the breakfast table.

"Not today, Gunner — Marci's going to drop you off," he distractedly answered him, while tying his boots. I wasn't sure if Nikki had a Mötley Crüe related meeting or a Brandi meeting, either way, he seemed really stressed out that morning, far more than usual.

I looked over to Gunner who was sitting in the chair next to me at the table. I nudged his shoulder with my elbow. "Is that alright, Gunner?" I asked him. His mouth was full of cereal, but he still gave me an enthusiastic nod.

Not a moment later, Decker started to fuss in his high chair.

"What's wrong Decker?" I asked him knowing full well I wouldn't get a verbal response.

"Alright, I'm heading out," Nikki announced, then made a quick lap around the kitchen table distributing a round of rushed kisses and hugs goodbye to the kids.

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