The Bassist and The Basket Case//Mötley Crüe •Nikki Sixx•

The Happy Ending Every Fucking Rock N Roll Story Needed

It's been a few months since the wedding and the release of  Dr. Feel Good. We were currently getting ready to play our first show.

Mick had convinced me to fill in for him on guitar tonight because his back wasn't doing too well. Of course I agreed.

When time came for us to be on stage, Vince announced the song we were performing. Dr. Feel good.

The crowd of course kept looking at me while I played. Probably wondering where the fuck Mick was and who the fuck I was.

When the song ended, Nikki started to talk. So Tommy and I played light guitar and drums as he did so.

Nikki- I just want to thank all you fuckers for being here to see and support Mötley Crüe, I would also like to thank one of the biggest fucking supporters we have had over the years. She's on guitar, filling in for Mars. Without Harrllow, Mötley wouldn't fucking be anything right now. She's the one who actually made the fucking deal with Elektra. So please, scream and shit as loud as you fucking can, and welcome my wife, Harrllow Marrie Sixx!!!!!

The audience hooted and hollered except for a few girls in the crowd who weren't impressed-fuck them. While I was strumming the guitar I came walked over to Nikki. He laid a kiss on my cheek.

After we were done performing. Everyone was screaming Crüe Crüe Crüe or Sixx Sixx Sixx.

What a fucking time to be alive. This was the way things were supposed to be. Thank fucking god.

After the second song was over, Mick motioned and told me he was okay to play. I walked up to Nikki's mic. "Mick's confirmed that he's okay to play, now, so go fucking crazy for him aye?" I said taking his guitar off and handing it to him.

As I walked off the stage my stomach began to hurt. Shit. Lucky for me Heather came with Tommy. I looked at her and told her.

"Shit Har, are you late?" She asked.

"Oh god. Oh my fucking god." I said.

"Wait, wait-this is good, right?"  She asked

"I don't know, I don't even fucking know if I am." I stated, looking at my stomach.

Me being a mother, now that was a fucking scary thought. Heather left a little bit ago to buy me a test. I sat here messing with my fingers. What the actual fuck.

When she came back. The show was almost over. She handed me the test and I looked at her. I then looked out on stage and met my gaze with Sixx. He could tell I was worried by the face he made at mine. I held up the box the test came in he stood there and smiled.

I smiled back. Maybe this was a good thing. He then nodded head. Wondering if it was a yes. I shrugged.

Signifying I didn't know yet. Nikki then turned back to the stage and continued to play.

Heather and I walked to the guy's dressing room for the bathroom. I went in and took the test. It would take 10-15 minutes for the results. I paced back and forth.

I checked my watch and it's been 10 minutes. I braved myself and looked at the test. "No fucking way." I stated.

"What?" Heather said opening the door.

I looked at her shaking. "It's positive, holy fucking hell." I sighed. She squealed.

"Go take another one, just to be sure." She said, taking the positive one from me.

I took another one and waited the same amount of time. I looked at it and it was also positive.

"Heather." I stated. She opened the door again.

"Yeah??" She asked excitedly.

"It's positive too. Holy shit, I'm pregnant. Nikki is going to be a fucking father." I sighed.

"THIS IS AMAZING!!!!" Heather stated.

I smiled. I then realized I had to tell Nikki, like soon.

I took the box and the two tests and started walking back to the stage. I stood where I did before. Nikki caught my eyes and I smiled.

I held up the two tests and the box and nodded. He was so fucking shocked that he stopped playing. Vince nudged him and told him to keep going but then Nikki pointed to me. Vince smiled and threw me thumbs up, giving Nikki a Pat on the shoulder.

After they were done. Nikki came and grabbed my hand. "So this is fucking real." He stated.

"Yeah, it's fucking crazy." I said.

"Yeah." He said, kissing the top of my head.

It's been months since I found out I was pregnant, I gave birth to twins, one girl and one boy. We named the girl Alice Anne Sixx, after my mom. We named the boy Andrew Lee Sixx, after Tommy. Life fucking advice. The birthing process is a fucking pain.

Nikki was great father. He was currently putting them to sleep. This was fucking weird. I couldn't help but think what would of happened if Nikki and I never worked out, or if I hadn't even met the boys in the first place.

I would probably be dead, or living on park benches drunk off my fucking ass. It's hard to believe that I met the boys five-six years ago. Jesus Christ. Time fucking fly's.

I'm glad that Nikki and I got our shit together. Cause if we hadn't, we wouldn't have gotten married, we wouldn't have Alice and Andy, and we probably wouldn't even be fucking alive. I can't believe I'm still alive.

Given the fact that I have died, and almost died multiple different times in my life. I'm glad I fucking met the boys, especially Nikki. Watching him be a father let me see a completely different side of him and I was glad. Even after all the hell we'd been though.

Andy and Alice's god parents where Sharise and Vince. They needed a little light in their lives after loosing Skylar. Mick was like a grampa to them and I thanked him for that.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when Nikki sat down next to me on the couch. "You okay?" He asked me.

I looked at him. "Yeah, I was just thinking." I said.

"About what?" He said.

"About everything, like how we ended up here." I said.

"I don't even fucking know, but I do know that I love you, Andy and Alice. If you told me when we first met, that I would end up marry you, and having kids with you, I would of told you were fucking insane, but here we are now. What I'm trying to get at is shit changes all the time, so no one knows what's going to happen or how until it fucking does, and no one knows how much I love my family except for you." He stated.

"All this time I thought rockstars had lives that ended in tragedy, but now that I think about it, it's only tragic if they don't continue to live there lives the way they want to." I said.

"Yeah, and I'm living mine just fucking fine, just the way we are. " he said.

What a life. This was forever and I was happy. The happy ending all fucking rock n roll stories needed, and the happy ending that mine has.

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