Sex, Crϋe and Ratt 'N' Roll, A Ratt & Mӧtley Tale

Chapter 64-A Ratt 'N' Roll Christmas Part 3 (Nikki Crosby-Sixx)

I never thought...and its STRANGE NOW to think...but I never thought at one point in time that I'd be HERE, with Robbin. And we're married....and as we'd just found out mere days ago, I am pregnant with our second child. I admit I was afraid or nervous at first to tell him, but in hindsight I shouldn't have been. He cried, I cried.... but we were and are together. And I know now he'll be with me every step of the way and all this...my pregnancy this time is new to both of us because we ARE together and so damn in love. Robbin is thrilled to have another child, telling me as he has said so often, he wanted Kingston deep down, yet didn't know it....and this child, he keeps insisting is a girl. What SUCKS though, is that my morning sickness is rough...and I hate feeling like shit on Christmas, our first Christmas as a married couple AND its Kingston's first Christmas....so here it is: Christmas Even and I am currently heaving over the toilet...and we still need to tell Kingston he's gonna be a big brother and I need....my husband.

Almost on cue, I realize those hands I love so well are holding my hair back...and attempting to soothe me...

"Nikki...oh babe, I am sorry I wasn't here sooner...and I know all this sucks. That you hate being so sick on Christmas, and I am telling you you're not nor could you EVER ruin anything."

I finally, fucking finally finish getting sick for now, I can't look at my husband as I cry.... but he helps me up, holding me, helping me clean my mouth and carries me back to our bed....

"I-I hate this!! Its...its Christmas....an' our first Christmas, our son's first Christmas....i feel like I'm ruining things!" I wail, clutching at my pillow still refusing to look at Robbin.... until gently I find myself turned over and I find myself looking up into my husband's eyes. Sure, he's concerned, worried.... mood-swings and all this is new to him, but I see also the sheen of tears and love, most of all love.

Gently he caresses my face, "You're NOT, Nikki that's bullshit.... You can't help feeling like you do. I'm here..." Robbin's voice cracks before he continues, "and I ain't fucking going anywhere, I'm here for you. This already is the best Christmas I've EVER had, we're together...married and you're giving me another child, and I was thinking babe if its ok, we can tell our son he will be a big brother, a Christmas present for not just him but the whole family. it will be so special, I promise you, you wont feel this way forever." Gently he kisses me and wipes away my tears and I melt into it. "And I know you hate being in bed so much, you just worry about resting. Kingston should be up from his nap soon and I'll get started..." Robbin is interrupted by Kingston, who thankfully sounds like he's in a good mood.

"Uppy! Hewo?"

Robbin kisses me and tells me he will be right back and next thing I know a still sleepy Kingston who looks worried glancing at me, cause I know he knows I haven't been feeling good.

"You wanna cuddle with Mommy?" Kingston nods and Robbin then tells him, "Mommy and I want to give you an early Christmas present, ok? Now be careful with mommy."

"Uh-huh daddy." Meaning he understands. So, fucking adorable by the way.

Robbin places Kingston on my right side, who immediately burrows into me...my husband on my other side, who wraps me in his embrace.

"Its Christmas buddy....and Santa's bringing some little boy lots of presents...." I begin, "—But this one is from daddy and I. Mommies been feeling sick because.... mommy has a baby in my tummy, you get to be a big brother. Being a big brother means that.... you'll have someone to protect, to play with...to love, to teach things. It's very special."

"Baby pecial' (Special)?" Kingston questions curiously.

"That right son, very special just like you....so what do you think about all this?" Robbin asks our son.

Kingston pouts his lips in thought, looking JUST like his father...which God do I love before he smiles, our son Robbin insists takes after me in the brains department, I disagree but anyway, Kingston claps his little hands. I laugh, then groan feeling dizzy.... prompting worry from my son and my husband.

"Mommy?" Kingston questions starting to cry, which makes me groan and cry more, desperately wanting to make HIM feel better.

"Nikki, close your eyes...breathe in and out deeply, I'll make you some tea and something light.... but right now, just rest please. I worry about you babe."

"H-He...n-needs me.... upset..." I groan.

"Kingston mommy isn't feeling well, but he will be ok...I promise. You can be daddy's special helper, ok?" Robbin says lowly to our son as I finally try and do as he say, HOPING I don't get sick. "I won't be gone too long, ok? If you need me let me know please babe." I am vaguely aware of him telling me and I find myself drifting off......

I awaken after I'm not sure how long to find Kingston in bed with me, cuddled up to me and Robbin bearing a tray with tea on it, which smells like peppermint and what seems to be panzanella?

"You look like the sleep helped somewhat..." Robbin sounds relieved, "I made panzanella it's pretty light, I got the recipe from Stephen....so I hope this helps."

"Thank you.... just THANK YOU." Robbin gets my true meaning, as evidenced by not only the expression on his face but the tears in his eyes, he helps me drink the tea first which gradually eases my rising nausea before I eat some of the salad, pushing myself to eat THAT because I know I need food for the baby. "I-I don't know if I can eat anymore."

"Babe, I made plenty.... don't cry." I realize I can feel the tears running down my face. I am vaguely aware of the tray being taken from me, Robbin holding me in his arms...Kingston surprisingly quiet...well untill....to my surprise and my husband's Kingston gives me a kiss on my stomach and rubs it with his tiny hands. "Kingston? Mommy.... loves that.... but...why?"

Kingston looks to Robbin, "Daddy!"

"You've seen me do that to mommy, is that why you did that?" Robbin asks our son.

"Wes....an' fee betta." Kingston meaning too he wanted to help make me feel better and I am touched to my core.

I share a look with Robbin, "NOW that...THIS.... was...IS the best Christmas present. US together, Kingston taking after YOU Robbin.... just the sweetest."

"I LOVE that." Robbin whispers as I brush back his hair. "And Christmas ain't over yet Nikki, someone is getting spoiled and don't even try and fight it." He smirks.

"As if I'd EVER." I huff playfully. "Can...we go downstairs? Maybe watch a Christmas movie...and...I'd love some...cocoa but like with peppermint." I start drooling, not gonna lie.

"I think we can do that; it sounds perfect to me." Robbin smiles before kissing me, before he helps me out of bed and managing to hold Kingston at the same time and I think to myself....

How LUCKY am I? To have such a loving and caring husband, a partner in the truest sense of the word and a loving and precious son and one on the way. What a huge contrast to A Christmas not so long ago, where I was broken...and loved and hated Robbin both, Robbin who was dying, me powerless to stop it....and look how far we've come, married and with children and in love, truly deeply in love. It NEVER ceases to amaze me.

Merry Christmas Robbin, Kingston and our precious baby growing inside me.... I love you all more than words can ever be said.

A/N: A glimpse into the house of Crosby-Sixx clan on Christmas Eve, and the next chapter will be a part 2 to their holiday together.