𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Epilogue (pt. 2)

Moira's POV

Tour is going great. Life is going great. Ah, to be honest, anything hasn't been this great before. Me and Nikki are married. Vince is inspector. Mick is retired. And I'm still the detective. Yet, I don't think I want to be anything else than that. That's what I always wanted to be. I've been through so many ups and downs I start to think life is a rollercoaster of pleasure and pain. I'm not mad at Nikki at all. He proved me so many times that he can be a different and better person that I start to forget about the past. Feels like he wasn't a criminal at all. Now I'm in the front row and they're really amazing on stage. Tommy's on the drums. James has a really good voice. DJ is awesome guitarist. And Nikki... My beloved bassist. He's got this energy on stage like he's been doing this since eternity.

The concert is over. The tour is almost over as well. I can't wait to go back to the police station. I'm so excited to see Vince in Mick's cabinet. As I make my way backstage I see my man sitting on a couch. He seems tired but he's happy. I can see it in his sparkling green eyes.
"Hey guys. You were awesome as always."
"Thank you, my love."
"Yeah, just wait when we make a concert back in our town." What?
"Oh wow, really Tommy?"
"Yes, it was Nikki's idea."
"May I invite some people from the police station?"
"Of course, angel." Finally I can convince Vince to watch them live.

Nikki's POV

We're in our small town playing in front of everyone. I can see Vince, Mick, Moira and some other cops in the front row. Hahaha, Vince is really surprised to see me like that. I think Mick is enjoying the show. He seems happy. I still can't believe how things worked out for me. And playing in front of these people who used to be scared of me hits different. They're not looking at us like we're bunch of criminals but a band of people who used their second chance for something better. Alright, we're done. As I walk to the mic I say:
"Thank you everyone, we're Sixx AM." This audience has to be my most favorite. Just hear their screaming and whistling. I can't do anything but give them a smile and blow them kisses.

I walk through the crowd and damn they're so hyped. Some take pictures with me, some want autograph and some... Well... I didn't expect such reaction from the teenage girls... I mean, ten years ago teenage girls used to be really scared of me. Now look what they're doing. If Moira finds out she's going to kill me, hahaha. Well... I don't need to tell her everything, do I? As I make my way to Vince he grabbed my hand and shook it. Mick even gave me a hug. This is terrific.
"Good job, sinister Sixxter."
"Thanks Vinny, or should I say inspector Neil."
"Hey, he may took my place but he'll stay the same old Vinny I met eternity ago."
"Sure Mick."
"Oh, great show Sixx."
"Thank you Mr. Mars."
"You still call me Mr. Mars, come on, we're friends now, just call me Mick." I love this dude. Moira is lucky to have him by her side.
"I'm glad you had a great time."
"Sure we did."

As I make my way backstage I see my pretty wife. Wait, she's been crying?
"Hey, dear, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just so happy that things are that great."
"Aw, come here." Hugging her is like heaven.
"Is the tour over?"
"Yes it is."
"Still life goes on."
"And more lyrics are on the way."
"How are you?"
"Great, why?"
"Don't you feel a little weird after the tour."
"Well, a little bit. But it's okay. What about you my love? Are you tired?"
"Mhmm."
"Aaww, let's go home."

Moira's POV

The tour ended month ago and I still feel weird. Yet I got back in the police station and damn, Vince is the same funny guy I met years ago. He didn't change at all. Now I'm at home with my husband who's all concentrated on the lyrics for the next album. He seems a little bit of confused. I guess he still has no idea what the album should be called.
"Hey honey, how is it going?"
"I still have no idea what should be the title."
"Oh Lord, this is gonna hurt. Well, have you taken a rest lately?"
"Wait... You... THAT'S IT."
"I guess you-" his silky lips suddenly smashed mine. Damn his kisses are still that passionate.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For helping me out."
"But I didn't do anything, I just-"
"Hahaha, you just named the next album."
"Really?"
"It's called "This is gonna hurt"." Damn, he's a genius. But... Oh, I get it.
"Wow."
"You're my sweet little genius undercover."
"And you're my successful great husband."